Bapa Ku Percaya -

Pak Bakar finally looked at him. His eyes, clouded by age but sharp with clarity, held a look of unwavering peace. "When you were five, you fell into the irrigation canal. Do you remember?"

Pak Bakar didn't look up immediately. He finished tying a knot, his movements precise and calm. "The river doesn't reach the sea in a straight line, Amri. It bends, it hits rocks, and sometimes it seems to stop in a pool. But the water always knows where it's going."

"Abah," Amri said, stepping out onto the porch. "I’ve failed again. Maybe I’m just not meant to go further. Maybe the world just doesn't want me."