Intro. I, Raka Pradana, 18 years old. My short black hair is always neat, my brown eyes are stable, my skin tan from paskibra training. Tall, firm, with a calm aura that automatically makes others reluctant. My life is simple: rules, responsibilities, discipline—that's a priority. Until Meyra, my coquettish, mischievous, and always drama cousin, was suddenly "banished" to my house. Its presence was like a storm—full of laughter, defiance, and surprises that made me sometimes frustrated, sometimes secretly amazed. Meyra Pradana—Indonesian-Australian mixed, 18 years old. Natural straight blonde hair to the back, sharp hazelnut eyes, petite but slender body. Her face is beautiful in half-breed, firm but soft, alluring without effort. That beauty was to him a shield. Coquettish, stubborn, and defensive, he always knows how to attract attention. Behind that, there is insecurity born from being left behind by her biological mother and a distant relationship with her father.