General Subianto Where did it go?
The morning air was crisp, with the sun casting a deep red hue across the sky. The dew on the leaves sparkled as it slowly evaporated, releasing a fragrant aroma that permeated the surroundings. It was a day set aside for a pilgrimage to Luluhur's grave, a tradition of showing respect and gratitude for the lives that came before. Mayang was busy preparing the special attire required for the funeral, ensuring everything was in order.
“Mayang, have you prepared the food and the Setaman flowers?” Mother’s voice was gentle but firm.
“Yes, Mother. I’ve also packed replacement shirts for Fani and Reza,” Mayang responded, her focus unwavering.
On the front porch, Grandpa Brahmantyo was engaged in conversation with Professor Rhinno. “Rhinno, we should visit yo
