The golden glow of the setting sun slowly disappeared behind the city skyline. The bustling streets began to quiet down as the evening settled in. Devan, tired but satisfied, walked out of the beverage distributor's office where he had been working part-time. He approached the shop owner to deliver some important news.
"Sir, I just wanted to let you know… today's my last day. I've been offered a full-time job," Devan said, trying to sound confident.
The shop owner looked at him for a moment and then smiled warmly. "Congratulations, Van. I'm happy for you. Honestly, I was hoping you'd stay longer—you're a hardworking kid. But I know you need to move on to better things."
"Thank you, Sir. I hope your business keeps growing," Devan replied sincerely.
As Devan walked back to his car, the excitement of his new job was soon overshadowed by a sudden memory.
"Oh no… I forgot to give Nadia that letter!" he slapped his forehead. "It's been in my bag this whole time. How could I forget? Tama's going to kill me. Well—if he weren't already dead…"
Without wasting a second, he got into his car and made up his mind to drive to Jakarta that very night.
At the same time, Ara happened to be driving through the same neighborhood. From inside her car, she spotted Devan leaving the beverage distributor's building, looking frazzled.
"Huh? What's up with him?" she muttered. "He's acting weird again."
Ara's eyes narrowed with suspicion. Devan had been acting oddly ever since Tama passed away. Something wasn't right, and she could feel it. Without a second thought, she decided to follow his car from a distance.
Meanwhile, in Jakarta, Nadia had just finished work. Her colleague and friend Dewi approached her at the office exit with a grin.
"Hey Nad, got any plans tonight?" Dewi asked.
Nadia shook her head. "Not really. Just thinking of resting."
"How about dinner at that Korean restaurant we loved last week? Oppa Lee Yeon's place?"
Nadia's face lit up. "Spicy ramyeon? Count me in."
"You're easy to convince," Dewi laughed. "Let's go before it gets too crowded."
When they arrived at the restaurant, Lee Yeon, the charming Korean owner, was standing behind the cashier. From across the room, his eyes caught sight of Nadia and Dewi entering. He stopped mid-conversation with one of his staff and hurried to the entrance.
"Jamkkanman," he told the cashier—"Wait a moment."
He quickly reached the door, opened it with a wide smile, and welcomed them.
"Welcome back to our restaurant," he said warmly, almost too warmly.
He personally guided them to a table and insisted on taking their orders himself, even intercepting a waiter who tried to serve them. His eyes lingered, but it wasn't clear whether his attention was on Nadia or Dewi. Either way, something about them had caught his interest.
Back in Villa Putri, Tama sat outside his room, staring into the empty sky. A soft breeze rustled the leaves. Denok arrived carrying a tray of dinner.
"Hey, want some company while you eat?" Denok asked cheerfully.
Tama nodded, and Denok entered his room.
As they ate together, Tama grew thoughtful. "Denok... do you know if there's anyone besides Kirana who can turn us back into humans outside the full moon?"
Denok blinked, thinking. "Hmm… I've heard legends. The old woman who cursed the Princess might know... and oh, yeah—the Grim Reaper, too."
Tama choked. "The Grim Reaper?! Are you serious?"
"Yup. But I wouldn't recommend meeting him unless you really want to find out what the afterlife looks like."
Later, as Denok cleaned up and left, Tama lay back on his bed, eyes fixed on the ceiling. The idea of meeting the Grim Reaper kept spinning in his head.
"Would it even be safe to meet him?" he wondered aloud. "Would he help me… or take me away?"
He reassured himself, "No, I signed a contract. I shouldn't be hunted. But still…"
That evening, Devan arrived at Nadia's house. Since she wasn't home yet, her mother invited him to sit in the living room. He waited patiently, awkwardly sipping tea and glancing at the front door every few minutes.
"I've called her, but she hasn't answered," Nadia's mother said kindly. "Maybe she's caught in traffic."
After half an hour, Devan realized he couldn't stay any longer.
"Auntie, could you please give this letter to Nadia? It's from… a friend," he said, standing up and handing her the envelope.
"Of course," she replied with a gentle smile.
As he left the house, Ara, still trailing him, watched silently from a parked car. She didn't recognize the house and had no idea it belonged to Nadia—after all, they hadn't kept in touch since high school.
Half an hour later, Nadia finally arrived home. Her mother greeted her at the door.
"Someone was here earlier—a young man. He left this for you," she said, handing over the letter.
Nadia's heart skipped. "From Tama?"
"Yes, Devan was here. He waited a long time but had to go."
"Did he leave his number? Or a way to contact him?"
"No, just the letter."
Nadia hurried to her room and placed the envelope on her desk. She took a quick shower and changed into comfortable clothes. Then, drawn by curiosity and emotion, she returned to the envelope. She opened her window to let the cool night breeze in and sat down beside it with the letter in her hands.
She carefully unfolded the paper. The night grew colder, and the wind howled softly. Still, she sat still and read.
"Days pass without you, and I miss you deeply. If I could live again, I'd spend it sharing stories with you—from our childhood memories to the moment we wore our graduation robes.
But now, we're separated by a distance too vast to bridge with mere words.
Still, my love for you hasn't faded. It won't. Not by time. Not by space.
Even though I'm not beside you, my heart, my prayers, and my soul are always with you.
See you again, my love.
—From the man who will always love you,
Ananda Pratama."
A loud clap of thunder rumbled across the sky. Rain began to pour heavily, soaking the city in cold silver sheets. Nadia stood and closed her window, shivering. The wind had chilled her to the bone.
She hugged the letter close and whispered, "Separated by distance? Jakarta and Banten aren't that far…"
She pulled her blanket over herself and lay down on her bed. A smile slowly formed on her lips as she whispered into the quiet of the night:
"Good night, Mr. Mysterious Boyfriend. When I see you again, I swear, I'll pinch your cheeks until they're red."
As the rain fell steadily, Nadia fell asleep with Tama's letter resting gently over her heart.