Raka laughed for the first time in days. “Seriously?”
Defeated, Raka sat through his first wayang kulit lesson. It was slow. The gamelan sounded like noise. But then Kakek explained:
Raka was furious. “This is my house, Old Man.”
“One more game, Kek,” Raka whispered.
Raka’s eyes widened. Kakek was translating ancient epics into the language of a MOBA gamer.
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