I stood in front of the apartment's door that evening, adjusting and frowning so Djafar and Saïda would see that I was still very pissed at both of them.
I entered the apartment and found them watching TV. Apparently they'd bought one that day.
"Good evening, dear. How did it go today?" Djafar asked with concern. It was hard ignoring and staying mad at him. Very hard. But I had to. I wasn't going to forgive him or my parents so easily, after what they'd done to me. At all.
I banged the door behind me, frowning. Then, I stepped closer and threw my new uniform on the little table that was at the centre of that little living room. That apartment could be my whole room back in Zagreh, joint with the dressing room and bathroom, altogether.