Ku Percaya: Bapa

"That’s just poetry, Abah. I need a job. I need a future," Amri replied, his voice thick with frustration.

Amri realized then that trust wasn't about knowing the destination; it was about knowing whose hand you were holding. As he walked toward the bus stop, he whispered the words that had become his anchor: "Bapa, ku percaya." Bapa Ku Percaya

A year later, an opportunity opened at a technical college in the city. It wasn't the prestigious university he had dreamed of, but it was a path. As Amri packed his bags, he looked at his father, who was once again sitting on the porch. "I’m ready, Abah," Amri said. "That’s just poetry, Abah

Pak Bakar didn't look up immediately. He finished tying a knot, his movements precise and calm. "The river doesn't reach the sea in a straight line, Amri. It bends, it hits rocks, and sometimes it seems to stop in a pool. But the water always knows where it's going." Amri realized then that trust wasn't about knowing

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Pak Bakar finally looked at him. His eyes, clouded by age but sharp with clarity, held a look of unwavering peace. "When you were five, you fell into the irrigation canal. Do you remember?"

His father, Pak Bakar, sat on the porch, his weathered hands methodically repairing a fishing net. He hadn't said much since the news arrived. To Amri, his father’s silence felt like indifference.