March came with a quiet warmth in the air — the kind that whispers promises rather than shouts them. A month had passed since Zata and Farra first met under Bandung’s soft lights, and everything between them had unfolded gently, like pages in a book they both knew they wanted to keep reading..

They had shared countless coffee shop corners, spontaneous drives to Lembang, and long conversations under Bandung’s cloudy skies. But one evening in late March, something shifted..

They were sitting on the rooftop of a quiet warung, watching the city blink below them. Farra was laughing about a childhood story, and Zata was just watching her — not saying much, just listening. Then he said, almost too casually, “You know, I don’t really want this to be temporary.”.

Farra paused. The night hummed with the sound of distant traffic and a nearby wind chime..

She looked at him, smiled that calm, certain smile of hers, and replied, “Me neither.”.

And that was it — no grand declarations, no fireworks. Just a quiet, shared decision that felt as natural as breathing..

From that night on, they were no longer just two people falling into something uncertain — they were building something. Slowly, honestly, and with the kind of commitment that didn’t shout, but showed up every single day..

And they did last — because they chose to.