Arlan's first steps took him to a small harbor in a coastal town where his father often stopped. He hoped that someone would recognize the photo or have heard of Salsabila.
The harbor now looked worn out, small boats swaying in the calm waters. A simple coffee shop stood on the corner of the pier, where fishermen chatted while sipping hot black coffee. There, he met Pak Daman, an old fisherman who had sailed with his father.
Pak Daman looked at the photo with a frown. "I remember this woman," he said finally. "She lives in a remote village, far from here. The village was difficult to reach, even back then."
"Can you help me find the village?" Arlan asked hopefully.
Pak Daman shook his head. "I'm too old for a trip like that. But you can look for someone named Mak Inah in the village. She might know more about Salsabila."
With new clues, Arlan continued his journey. In his heart, he felt closer to Salsabila, but also further from comfort. What would he find there? Did his father's love story have a more bitter ending than he imagined?