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The next morning, the sun rose clean and bright. Nenek Sari was already in the kitchen, frying tempeh. She looked out the window and saw the two boys sitting on the broken fence, shoulders touching, watching a rainbow form over the rice fields.

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

Arga looked at him. The rain washed the grease and the sweat from his face. He looked raw, real, and terrified.

Nenek Sari, however, saw everything.

They worked together in the dark, mud splashing up to their knees. They didn’t speak. But as they lifted the final piece of wood, their hands met again. This time, Rizky did not pull away.

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

Rizky felt the universe exhale. He stepped forward, closing the small gap between them. He placed his hand on Arga’s wet cheek.

The next morning, the sun rose clean and bright. Nenek Sari was already in the kitchen, frying tempeh. She looked out the window and saw the two boys sitting on the broken fence, shoulders touching, watching a rainbow form over the rice fields.

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

Arga looked at him. The rain washed the grease and the sweat from his face. He looked raw, real, and terrified.