Study week turned the university strangely quiet. Not peaceful quiet. More like… everyone was silently panicking together. The cafeteria stayed full until 2AM, discussion rooms became sleeping camps, and even the surau filled with exhausted students making desperate duas before exams. Including Hana. “Ya Allah,” she whispered dramatically while closing her notes after Isyak prayer, “if I survive thermodynamics, I will become better person.” Beside her, Mira looked emotionally broken. “You said that before calculus too.” “And I meant it sincerely.” Across the faculty lobby, students sat in clusters surrounded by papers and empty coffee cups. Meanwhile Hana claimed one corner table with enough books, stationery, snacks, and emotional instability to qualify as a normal engineering

