
A week slipped by, quiet and heavy, like pages turning in a book no one wanted to read aloud.
The rhythm of those days had settled into something unspoken. Rivan drowned himself in work, his laptop never leaving his side, clipped phone calls echoing late into the night. Even when silence hung in the room, his presence carried the same stern weight. Sifat, meanwhile, found an unexpected anchor in her school.



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