The morning sun slipped through the narrow gaps in the window blinds, casting soft rays onto Hana's face. She stirred slightly, her eyes fluttering open as she adjusted to the brightness. Last night's conversation with Dewi still lingered in her mind, weighing heavily on her heart.
Hana got up from bed, took a deep breath, and stared at her reflection in the small mirror by the bedside. Dark circles under her eyes were evident, a reminder of the sleepless night spent pondering her future. "Is Bali really the right choice?" she whispered to herself, as though hoping her reflection would answer.
She stepped out of the guest room, finding Dewi already awake and brewing coffee in the tiny kitchen.
"Morning, Han. Sleep okay?" Dewi greeted cheerfully, handing her a cup of hot coffee.
"Morning… I guess," Hana replied with a faint smile, wrapping her hands around the warm cup. She took a sip, savoring the comforting bitterness.
"So, have you thought about it? Are you ready to take the leap?" Dewi asked, her eyes glimmering with excitement.
Hana exhaled deeply before answering, "Honestly, I'm still scared. I don't know if I can handle starting over in a place I've never lived before."
Dewi placed her cup down and leaned forward, her expression serious but supportive. "Han, I know this is a big step, and I know you're worried. But sometimes, stepping into the unknown is exactly what we need to find ourselves again. You've been feeling stuck for so long. Maybe this is the fresh start you've been waiting for."
Hana stayed silent, contemplating Dewi's words. She knew her friend was right. Staying in Jakarta meant being trapped in the same cycle of conflict and unhappiness. But leaving for Bali… it felt like plunging into uncertainty.
"What if it doesn't work out?" Hana finally asked, her voice barely above a whisper.
"Then you come back, and we'll figure something else out," Dewi replied with a smile. "But you'll never know if you don't try."
For the first time in days, Hana felt a flicker of hope. The thought of Bali its serene beaches, vibrant culture, and promise of a new beginning began to seem less like a dream and more like a real possibility.
"All right," Hana said at last, her voice steady. "Let's do it. Let's go to Bali."
Dewi beamed with excitement. "Yes! You won't regret this, Han. I promise it'll be worth it."
They spent the next few hours discussing plans, from finding a place to stay to potential job opportunities. Dewi even suggested contacting a friend of hers who worked at a beach club in Bali.
"His name's Ardi. He manages events there.I'm sure he can help us settle in," Dewi explained.
"That sounds good. I hope it won't be too difficult to adjust," Hana said, still feeling a bit nervous.
"It won't be. We'll take things one step at a time," Dewi assured her.
As the day wore on, Hana felt a mix of excitement and anxiety. She was about to leave behind everything she had known for something completely new. But for the first time in a long while, she felt like she was moving toward something that could finally give her peace.
That night, as she packed her belongings, she glanced out the window, watching the city lights flicker in the distance. This place had been her home for years, but now, it was time to leave it all behind.
"I hope I'm making the right choice," she whispered softly to herself.
And with that thought lingering in her mind, she closed her suitcase, ready for whatever awaited her in Bali.
Hana felt a little more at ease after talking to Dewi. With all her belongings packed in a suitcase, she sat on the edge of the bed, gazing at the night sky through the window.
"Bali…" she murmured softly. There was fear, but also hope for something new.
A knock on the door broke her train of thought. Dewi appeared with a cheerful face, holding two plane tickets in her hand.
"It's official, Han. Tomorrow morning, we're flying to Bali!" Dewi announced excitedly.
Hana smiled faintly, though her heart pounded rapidly. "So, it's really happening…" she whispered.
But before she could process her feelings further, her phone buzzed on the table. She grabbed it, her brows furrowing at the sight of her father's name on the screen.
"Hello?" Hana answered hesitantly, her voice trembling slightly.
"Hana, come home right now. There's something you need to know," her father's voice sounded tense and serious, far from his usual tone.
"What's wrong?" Hana asked, beginning to panic.
"We… we're being chased by debt collectors. It's serious. I'll explain everything if you come home," the call ended abruptly, leaving Hana in confusion.
Hana gripped her phone tightly, her mind racing. Should she cancel her plans to go to Bali? Or should she leave and forget her family's troubles for a while?
As conflicting thoughts swirled in her head, one question echoed in her mind, "What is really going on at home?"