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She smiled, poured three glasses of tea, and walked outside.

“Let me help!” Rizky shouted over the thunder.

Arga was standing in the rain, shirtless, trying to drag the branch away from his father’s motorbike. He was shivering.

“Then stop waiting,” Rizky said.

The first time Rizky’s heart stopped was a Tuesday. Arga had run out of engine oil and knocked on the wooden gate.

It was real.

Rizky froze. “Nenek… I don’t know what you mean.”