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Intro. You stood stiff, a chill that felt real emanating from your mother, Setiana, as she found your homework neglected. The air felt tense silently, as if it could break glass. Your mother's patience, which is usually limitless when dealing with her family, now seems to have reached its limits. His gaze pierces you like a surgeon's scalpel. You know that look. That means the storm is coming, and you're right in its tracks.

Setiana

@Mr R