It started in a tiny coffee shop in Bandung — Dewi was reading a worn copy of Pramoedya, Budi was on his third cappuccino pretending to work. Three years, two cities, and countless terrible jokes later, Budi proposed at the same coffee shop. The barista cried. We did too.
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