Rizky sat at his wooden desk, the dim light of a solitary lamp casting shadows across the room. He picked up his pen, his thoughts drifting to Maya, who was miles away. The paper before him, empty yet full of possibilities, awaited his words.
"Dear Maya, it's been a while since I've written," he began, his heart pouring into the ink. The letter was filled with tales of his days, his hopes, and his longing to be near her once more.
Rizky handed his letter to the postmaster, a man with a kind smile but eyes that held secrets. Unbeknownst to Rizky, not every letter would reach its destination. Some would be intercepted, hidden away due to a family feud that sought to keep them apart.
"I hope she gets this one," he murmured, watching the envelope disappear into the pile.
Maya sat by her window, watching the rain. Her heart ached with the silence that had grown between them, each missing letter a reminder of the distance. She clutched the few letters she had received, rereading them and wondering about the silence.
"Where are you, Rizky?" she whispered to the rain.
Rizky and Maya sat across from each other, the years apart evident in their cautious smiles. The noise of the café faded as they focused on each other's faces, searching for the familiarity they once knew.
"Maya, there's something I need to tell you," Rizky said, his voice steady yet laden with emotion.
Rizky explained the truth behind the missing letters, the feud that had sabotaged their connection. Each word he spoke unraveled the mystery that had haunted them both for years.
"I always wondered why the letters stopped," Maya replied softly, relief and lingering hurt mingling in her eyes.
Rizky reached across the table, taking Maya's hand in his, a silent promise of mended ties and renewed beginnings. The future lay before them, no longer bound by the unsent letters of the past.
"Let's start anew," he suggested, hope infusing his words.
"I'd like that," Maya replied, her smile returning, bright and sincere.
