He looked at the alley below. He couldn't control the promotion committee's decision. He couldn't control Dinda's heart. He couldn't magically erase the debt. But he could control his next action: updating his CV, sending one kind text to his father offering to help manage inventory, and waking up tomorrow at 5 AM to run—something he hadn't done in a year.
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"I'll be back in an hour," Arga said.
The young man blinked. "Kenapa?" ( Why? ) He looked at the alley below
Three dots appeared. Then a laughing emoji. Then: "Kamu jadi sok bijak, ya?" ( You've gotten all wise, huh? ) He couldn't magically erase the debt
He stopped. The promotion? He had judged it as the end of the world. The breakup? He had judged it as proof he was unlovable. The debt? He had judged it as a permanent stain. But those were judgments, not facts. The facts were simpler: he didn't get a job. She left. There was a loan. The suffering came from the story he told himself on top of the facts.
He pulled out his worn copy from his bag. The cover was faded. There was a coffee stain on chapter four.