Henri Arkan Wahyudi

Satu Meja

At a dining table shrouded in silence since Mother’s passing, Nadia and her father are locked in a silent of pride and unspoken grief, until an emotional outburst tears their wounds open. Their emotional deadlock finally breaks not through words, but through a small, sincere gesture. When Father finally finds the courage to sit in his late wife’s empty chair and gently strokes his daughter’s head, the once-hollow silence turns warm. Love doesn’t always need a voice, it only needs the courage to bridge the gap.