He tapped it. A list of discounted materials appeared, each marked with a small orange tag. “Bata ringan retak kecil – 70% off. Pasir sisa proyek tol – gratis, ambil sendiri. Besi beton panjang 4 meter (berkarat permukaan) – 50% off.”

Each page showed a material not just as a product, but as a story. The page for red brick had a photograph of an old kiln in a village, and a note: “Bata dari tanah liat desa Sukamakmur. Harga: Rp 800/pcs. Kelebihan: menyerap suara. Kekurangan: tidak untuk dinding basah. Pembuat: Ibu Ratmi, produksi sejak 1987.” (Brick from Sukamakmur village clay. Price: Rp 800/pc. Advantage: absorbs sound. Disadvantage: not for wet walls. Maker: Mrs. Ratmi, production since 1987.)

The rain was doing its best to wash away Tama’s dream. It hammered against the corrugated tin roof of his warung, a sound that used to be soothing but now felt like a countdown. Behind the counter, his wife, Dewi, was adding up numbers on a scrap of paper. Every time her pencil stopped, she sighed.

The file loaded slowly, pixelated at first. But when it cleared, Tama’s breath caught.

He almost deleted it. But the word "katalog" stuck. He had been to six different hardware stores in the past month, comparing prices on flimsy printouts that got soggy in the rain. He opened the PDF.