A Contract With The Devil in a Suit
Fifty million rupiah per month.
The figure spun in his head like a broken carousel. It was an amount large enough to clear his entire tuition debt in an instant, pay for Nino’s medications without needing installments, and buy his mother a decent new wallet. But the price he had to pay was no joke: his freedom, his privacy, and perhaps... his dignity.
At 11:00 PM, after spending the entire day trapped in an agonizing dilemma at campus and work, Ezra finally pulled out the card. His fingers trembled violently as he typed the numbers into his cracked phone. He sent just one short, direct message:
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