Inside Kyai hut, the fifty-eight-year-old man and his wife were talking to Nura, who had come to visit them, about the incident that had caused an uproar in the village of Satarara over the past two days.
"Kyai, I am really worried about this situation," said Nura with a long sigh, his face looking tired and anxious. "Many people have come to harm because of seeing Lina. Is there nothing you can do, Kyai?"
Kyai shook his head slowly, his face full of understanding but firm. "Mrs. Nur, I understand your concern. But in this case, I cannot interfere too much."
"Why is that, Kyai?" asked Nur with disappointment in her voice, her eyes full of hope.
"Because the decision to wear a susuk is an individual's freedom, Ma'am. It is a personal choice," explained Kyai as he adjusted his sarong. "And as for the people who have come to harm after seeing Lina, I cannot simply blame the woman. It all comes back to each person's own awareness."
