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Rani snorted, then covered her mouth. The ibu behind the counter didn’t look up from peeling garlic.

“He’s calling her ‘Kak.’ Older sister. That’s not a confession tone. That’s a favor tone.” siswi sma

Sinta pushed the phone back to Dewi. “Reply. Say yes, but he has to pick them up from you. In person. After school. And he has to bring you a mango juice.” Rani snorted, then covered her mouth

Dewi, whose hair always escaped her headscarf in defiant curls, squeezed Rani’s arm. “What did he say last? Scroll up. Slowly.” siswi sma