On the highest floor of a magnificent skyscraper stood Dirgantara. Though still young, he had already taken the helm of the massive company he had built through intelligence and hard work. He had wealth, status, and luxury. Yet his heart always felt lonely. Many people approached him for his money and name, not for who he truly was.
One afternoon, heavy rain poured down, soaking the city. Dirgantara was forced to stop at a small, simple café for shelter. There, he saw a woman serving customers with a smile so sincere and calming. The soft afternoon light illuminated her face, as though her name had been written across it—Senja.
When the woman approached, her clear eyes met his without fear or excessive awe. “Good afternoon. Please have a seat. What would you like to order?” Her voice was gentle yet clear.
Dirgantara was taken aback. “Just one hot tea, thank you.”
Senja offered him a slow smile, then turned and walked away. Her smile was genuine, without the slightest trace of pretense. From that moment on, Dirgantara couldn’t forget her. Not merely because of her beauty, but because of the sincerity that radiated from her—something he had encountered only rarely in the world he inhabited.