Lintang nodded. The screen glowed as they worked side by side, and for the first time, she felt a different kind of excitement—not from validation, but from learning.

"Hey, do you go to SMP Manggis?" one boy typed. "Yup! Want to meet up and study?" Lintang replied, winking with a thumbs-up emoji.

Lintang bristled. "What’s wrong with making friends?" Mr. Dedi sighed. "It’s not about making friends—it’s about being respectful. The internet isn’t a jungle; people can get hurt if messages are misunderstood. And school is where you should focus."

I need to make sure the story is appropriate for all ages since the user might not be aware of the explicit nature of some interpretations. "Sange" can have a negative or suggestive connotation, so I should handle it carefully. The story should be a cautionary tale about appropriate behavior in public places like an internet cafe.

The next day at Warnet Top, she sat quietly, not to flirt, but to join a free coding workshop Mr. Dedi had arranged. The boy from before, Rendi, even sat beside her. This time, instead of joking, she asked, "What’s this code mean?"