The snake—small, silver-grey, blind—slithered out not with malice, but with terror. It moved toward warmth. Toward bodies. Toward Aditya's shoes.

Aditya wept.

He whispered to the empty air: "Ibu, sudah sampai rumah."

Then, from the ventilation shaft, the little blind snake emerged. It fell onto the aisle carpet—tiny, fragile, utterly non-threatening.

A passenger hissed, "You brought a snake onto a plane? Gila kau?! "

In the chaos, the snake—frightened, blind, no larger than a pencil—slithered into the ventilation shaft.

Aditya nodded. But his hands trembled. Twenty minutes into the flight, turbulence shook the plane. The overhead bin opened. The batik roll fell. The terrarium cracked.

He knelt down. "When she died, I took it. Not to scare anyone. Because I didn't know how to say goodbye to her. So I carried her goodbye with me." The plane fell silent.

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