“Selamat malam,” he said, his voice low but warm, as he approached the counter.

Livu nodded, her chin resting against his chest. “You ordered a caramel latte and told me I made the café feel like home.”

Bandung’s early summer rains had just given way to a golden haze that clung to the hills. The city’s streets smelled of fresh coffee and wet earth, and the air buzzed with the chatter of students, vendors, and the occasional stray cat slipping between stalls. In a modest, sun‑lit apartment on Jalan Setiabudi lived , a twenty‑two‑year‑old university student who was known among her friends for three things: her gentle heart, her ever‑present brown hijab that framed her expressive dark eyes, and the habit of pausing to help anyone who crossed her path.

: Ensure that the content respects cultural norms and values, particularly concerning attire like the jilbab, which is a significant part of certain cultural and religious identities.

“Will you… stay with me?” Arif asked, his voice husky.


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