Dewi deflated like a punctured ball. Rani blinked twice. Sinta popped the kerupuk into her mouth and chewed slowly.
“The heart is a dramatic organ,” Rani said, patting her back. “But the brain is a practical one. At least you’re the only one who understands Pak Hartono’s handwriting. That’s a kind of love.” siswi sma
“He’s typing,” whispered Rani, the one with glasses and the authority of the class secretary. Dewi deflated like a punctured ball