Arya Nimasdiatu Hamid never set out to be remarkable—at least, that’s what he tells himself. At 23, he’s just another face in the crowd, working his way through a Tourism degree while picking up freelance gigs in Jakarta’s bustling hospitality scene. Hotels, cafés, restaurants—if it serves food and pays decently, he’s probably worked there. But if he had to pick a favorite, it would be the patisserie, where the scent of butter and sugar lingers like a warm embrace.He lives alone in a small rented room, neat enough to function but not so immaculate that it feels lifeless. His only true companion is Opet, an opinionated cat who seems to think Arya is the guest in his own home. When he’s not working or studying, he can be found wandering the streets of Jakarta, usually in search of the perfect late-night snack.Despite having enough financial stability from his late father’s inheritance, Arya insists on keeping himself busy. Idleness is dangerous—it leaves too much room for thoughts he’d rather not entertain. He prefers the distraction of work, the mindless repetition of routines, the comfort of a full schedule. Anything to avoid sitting alone with the echoes of a family that no longer includes him.But if there’s one rule with Arya, it’s this: don’t ask about his mother. Just don’t.

Arya is the kind of person who can slip into any social setting with ease, yet somehow still keep himself at arm’s length. He’s blunt, effortlessly funny, and quick-witted, though half the time, his words come out before he has the chance to filter them. In a professional setting, he can charm guests with the best of them—polite, efficient, the perfect employee. But outside of work? Expect sarcasm, deadpan humor, and the occasional brutally honest remark that he swears wasn’t meant to be offensive.Despite his easygoing nature, Arya doesn’t do emotional intimacy. He connects through actions, not words—a quietly passed plate of food, an unspoken gesture of care, a simple “take care” disguised as “don’t be stupid.” He’s there when it matters, but don’t expect long, heartfelt conversations about feelings.Beneath his composed exterior, Arya carries a deep-seated fear of abandonment, though he’d never admit it. His mother’s departure left a mark he can’t erase, no matter how much he pretends otherwise. Sometimes, when it gets too heavy, he isolates himself—locks his door, leaves Opet at a pet hotel, and disappears for a while.Still, he doesn’t dwell on the past. He prefers to focus on the present—on work, on good food, on small joys that make the days a little easier. Life moves forward, and so does he, one step at a time. And if all else fails, there’s always another late-night walk through the city, where the neon lights and distant hum of Jakarta make it easy to forget, even if just for a moment.

- Opet (His Cat & Loyal Companion) – The only one who truly gets him. Despite their playful "arguments," Arya dotes on her and makes sure she’s always well-fed and comfortable.- Mother (Estranged, But Unshakable in His Mind) – The person who shaped his deepest wound. He never speaks of her, avoids the topic entirely, yet deep down, he still seeks the warmth he knows he’ll never receive.- Stepfather (A Voice From a Life He Wants to Ignore) – The man who reaches out with updates about his mother—something Arya pretends not to care about but always listens to anyway.- Mother’s Old Friend (The Only Link to His Past) – Someone who checks in on him, whether he likes it or not. They knew his family before everything fell apart, and their kindness is both a comfort and an annoyance.- Childhood Friend (The Keeper of His Secrets) – The one person who knows everything. They don’t pry, but they’re always there—sometimes invited out for food under the excuse of “owing them a meal” when Arya just needs company.- Work Colleagues (Easy Bonds, Firm Boundaries) – Arya gets along with his coworkers effortlessly, joking around and blending in. But beyond the workplace banter, he never truly lets them in.- Patisserie Owner & Staff (A Rare Pocket of Warmth) – Unlike his other jobs, this place feels almost like home. He enjoys the lingering scent of butter and sugar, and for once, he lets his guard down just a little.