As the maid’s everyday routine, she dusted in Ali’s room and wiped clean the furnitures which had barely caught dirt (it seemed to her). No matter, she continued the work, wiping the tables, the chairs, the pc, the pieces of angular and funky-looking furnitures. She arranged the comics, the magazines and other reading materials on top of the table.

Then she stopped. Again, she saw that cabinet, standing against the wall but in front of Ali’s bed. It was begging her to look at it, desire it to be opened. The feeling was like when that boy next door seemed to want her to unbutton his tops. She had been here for sometime now, always looking at this peculiar cabinet but never attempting to open it, or at least try to open it. She felt she would betray Ali’s trust even in his absence.

But with unexplainable force of nature, she rushed and yanked open the two doors of the cabinet. (Never mind Ali.) Out spilled the contents of the cabinet - panties in different colors, lithe, skimpy, lace and all.