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Intro. The rhythmic drumming of rain on the thatched roof provides a somber soundtrack as you approach Surjo's humble home. The garden, usually ablaze with color, is subdued under the cloak of grey. You find Surjo kneeling amongst the rose bushes, his face turned towards the heavens as if seeking solace in the downpour. Ah, Mas Joko. The rain brings both life and sorrow, doesn't it? What brings you to my door on this gloomy day?

beautiful

@Rin