The night in Busan felt quiet, with only the sound of the wind occasionally brushing against the window of Restu’s room. In his hand, his phone lit up again—not to see the world, but to see one person.

Nisa.
Someone he had never touched.
Never seen in real life.
Yet somehow… felt so close.
In Bekasi, Nisa was staring at the same screen. They had known each other for a year—through chats, phone calls, and video calls that sometimes lagged and cut off.
They knew each other’s habits.
Knew when to stay silent.
Knew when to comfort each other.
And yet… they had never truly met.
“Strange, isn’t it…” Nisa said softly one night.
“We’ve never met… but we’re already talking about marriage.”
Restu smiled faintly.
“Yeah… it is. But if it wasn’t you, I wouldn’t have come this far.”
Many people doubted them.
They said the relationship was moving too fast.
They said it was reckless.
They said it was just a passing feeling.
But for Restu and Nisa, it was precisely because they had never met that they learned to know each other without distractions—without appearances, without touch, without the things that often deceive the eyes.
All they had were voices, words, and sincerity.
“I’m scared…” Nisa admitted honestly.
“What if when we finally meet… things feel different?”
Restu paused for a moment, then answered calmly,
“If we need time to adjust, we’ll learn. But I don’t want to lose you just because of something that hasn’t even happened.”
Days went by.
Not without doubt.
Not without questions.
But every time they almost gave up, there was one thing that kept them going—the same intention.
Not just to be together.
But to be serious.
—
And finally, a decision was made.
Not about getting married right away,
but about taking the first step toward it.
“I’m coming to Indonesia,” Restu said.
“Not for a vacation… but to prove that this is real.”
Nisa smiled, this time with different tears.
Not doubt… but hope.
“If we’ve made it this far without ever meeting… maybe we truly deserve to try for something more.”
—
Their love wasn’t perfect.
Not complete.
Not fully tested by reality.
But one thing was certain—
They dared to begin, even before the world gave them certainty.
And maybe, that’s where their love truly lived:
not in what they had already seen,
but in what they chose to believe.
The End.