One day, heavy rain poured down, accompanied by fierce winds. Part of the café’s roof was leaking, and rainwater seeped in, soaking some of the merchandise. The café’s owner was away, and Senja looked panicked as she tried to catch the falling water. Just then, Dirgantara arrived. Without saying much, he immediately went to help Senja. Calmly and efficiently, he arranged containers beneath the leaks, moved the merchandise to a safe place, and inspected the damaged area.
The way he moved, gave simple yet precise instructions, and methodically planned how to deal with the situation—all of it revealed the habits of someone accustomed to leading and solving major problems with a cool head. Senja watched him in awe. He seemed so calm and commanding, capable of taking care of everything in an instant.
Once the situation was under control, Senja looked at him differently. “Thank you... You seem so used to handling things like this.”
Dirgantara gave a faint smile. “There’s a way to handle everything, Senja. All it takes is calmness and an orderly mind.” Yet deep down, he realized that he couldn’t hide his identity forever. The time to reveal the truth was drawing closer.