Aneka Kue

Angga grew up with the sweet memory of the aroma of cakes that always filled his kitchen. For him, his mother's cakes were not just food, but personal treasures that he had to own completely. This obsession grew so strong that he became possessive, even refusing to share a small piece of cake with his mother, the person who had actually made that happiness with her own hands. Eventually, Angga understood the emotional reason behind the sweetness of each bite. This realization led him to his deepest regret, he realized that the simplest thing about a piece of cake was.