Raka sat at their usual corner table, his laptop open, the bright screen reflecting in his eyes. Sinta entered, her cheerful demeanor contrasting with the weariness in her eyes as she spotted Raka, already engrossed in work.

"Raka, can we talk?" Raka looked up, slightly startled, his fingers pausing on the keyboard. "Sure, what's up?" "I just... I feel like I've become just another part of your routine," Sinta said, trying to keep her voice steady.

Dio leaned over to Nana, whispering, "Raka needs to realize that caring isn't just about being there physically." "And Sinta deserves more than feeling like an afterthought," Nana replied, concern etched on her face.

Raka sat back, staring at the WhatsApp conversation with Sinta, her last message lingering in his mind. Dio's words echoed, urging him to see the bigger picture beyond his work.

"I can't lose her," Raka murmured to himself, determination setting in. He grabbed his phone, fingers hovering before typing a heartfelt message to Sinta, acknowledging his neglect and expressing his desire to change.

Raka arrived, a bouquet of her favorite flowers in hand, his expression earnest. "Sinta, you're my priority. I promise to do better," he said, sincerity in his voice. "I hope so, Raka. Let's start anew," Sinta replied, a smile breaking through as they embraced, ready to rebuild their connection.