The second sensor arrived not in a box, but in a small, battered envelope, handed over by Pak Karim's wife with the same careful hands that had written "Panen turun 30%" in green ink. It was not new. It was second-hand, bought with the harvest savings from the twenty-three seedlings that had lived, all twenty-three, because Ibu Laras had moved them when the sensor said 6.8 and the leaves said yellow.
Maya held the sensor as if it were a question, not an answer. It was smaller than the first, its display a little dimmer, its plastic a little more scuffed. The cooperative had pooled 800 ribu rupiah, less than the first sensor's 1.2 juta, because the first sensor had taught them that one sensor is not enough, but two sensors, if placed correctly, could be the beginning of a different kind of
