Khi Tôi Mất Lượt Cuối Cùng

Dadu bukan soal keberuntungan… tapi soal hening di jendela saat langit New York menangis tanpa shame. Aku pernah ngeliat dadu berbunyi seperti azan yang dimasak bareng kopi pahit Minggu malam. Yang menang? Bukan yang taruh banyak — tapi yang tetap duduk, nonton bintang sambil ngeremehin hidupnya sendiri. Kamu juga rasain? DM aku kalau kamu pernah ngerasa: ‘Ini bukan game… ini doa.’

I rolled three ones under a New York sky… and cried without shame because the dice didn’t lie — but my grandmother’s coffee did. Turns out winning isn’t about odds; it’s about sitting quietly while the gods scream for more. You don’t bet big to win — you win because you showed up even when Zeus forgot to roll back. DM me if you’ve felt it too… or just keep sipping that coffee until the algorithm forgives you.