He turned back and gave his father a thumbs up.
At that moment, a woman in a green JPJ uniform called his number: “A-47.”
Arif looked down at his own crisp, white DL-1. He noticed the small boxes he had ticked without thinking: Kereta (Car). Manual (Manual transmission). Tujuan: Persendirian (Purpose: Private).
Arif stood up, clutching the form. His father placed a hand on his shoulder.
It wasn't just a form. It was a key.
“Remember,” Osman whispered. “The road is a bridge. This form is the toll. Pay it with honesty.”
