In the back garden Satria was sitting together playing chess with Rumi. They are very close like father and son. Since then they have been very close.
"You like Ivy?" Rumi asked in the middle of a chess game.
"What do you mean?" Ask Satria back.
Rumi knows that Satria really likes his daughter. They have been very close ever since. Their closeness is like brother and sister.
"I only think of Ify as a younger brother, Om. Why is that, uncle?"
"Perhaps Ify will be proposed by someone in the near future."
Satria suddenly felt a tightness in his heart because he heard the sentence Rumi had just said about the proposal. He felt that a piece of his dead heart was carried away by the currents of space and time. He could only be silent. "Yes, it's good, uncle. Hopefully Ify likes and is happy with the man."
