The city lights never truly go out.
Even when the night is too late to be called alive—
some places remain awake.
Not because they have to.
But because something…
cannot stop.
At the top floor of a towering building,
a vast conference room stood in silence.
Dark.
Only one source of light—
a massive digital screen
covering the entire wall.
A map of Indonesia.
Glowing.
Green points scattered across cities.
Stable.
Controlled.
Perfect.
For a moment—
everything looked flawless.
Then—
one red point appeared.
Another.
And another.
And another.
The green didn't collapse—
but it started to break.
A man in a black suit stood before the screen.
Still.
Hands behind his back.
Eyes sharp.
Unbothered.
As if—
this was exactly what he had been waiting for.
"So… it begins."
His voice was calm.
Cold.
An assistant spoke carefully behind him.
"Yes, sir…"
A tablet lit up.
Graphs appeared.
Rising.
Stable.
Expanding.
"The lunch program is growing rapidly."
"More schools."
"More children."
The man didn't look at the data.
His eyes remained fixed
on the map.
On the green—
slowly disrupted by red.
"And us?"
Silence.
"…declining in several regions."
The air changed.
Colder.
Heavier.
The man stepped forward.
His finger touched a green point.
"…interesting."
A faint smile.
"A simple program…"
"…feeding children."
A pause.
His eyes narrowed.
"…and that alone—"
"…is enough to change them."
CLICK.
The screen shifted.
Photos appeared.
Arga.
Sinta.
Bimo.
Rani.
"Nutrition Guardians."
He spoke the words slowly.
"Not just protectors…"
"…but children who have begun to decide."
CLICK.
The map transformed.
Ports.
Warehouses.
Distribution routes.
A system.
Red points appeared—
all at once.
Too many.
"Dominion Operation."
He turned.
Looking at everyone.
"This time…"
A pause.
"…we don't disrupt."
Silence.
"We take."
No one asked.
Because everyone understood.
This was no longer interference.
This—
was takeover.
The Next Morning
The school bell rang.
Students ran out of classrooms.
Laughing.
Talking.
As if nothing had changed.
But for them—
nothing was the same.
Under a tree—
Arga sat with Sinta and Bimo.
Lunch boxes in front of them.
Bimo opened his.
"Rice, chicken, vegetables, fruit."
He smiled.
"Life is simple."
Sinta shook her head.
"You're simple."
Arga didn't smile.
He opened his box slowly.
Eight glowing grains.
Calm.
Stable.
His hand didn't tremble.
And that—
made him stop.
"…this is different."
Sinta turned immediately.
Not because of what he said—
but how he said it.
"What is it?"
Arga didn't answer right away.
One grain—
flickered.
Once.
Twice.
Sinta tensed.
"…it doesn't do that."
Bimo kept eating.
"You're overthi—"
The light pulsed again.
But not just Arga's.
Rani's box.
Dika's.
Lila's.
One by one—
they lit up.
Blinking.
Faster.
Not unstable.
Synchronized.
Like—
a signal.
The atmosphere shifted.
Slowly.
Then all at once.
Students stopped eating.
Some looked at each other.
Some started panicking.
"Why is it glowing—?"
Pak Rahmat froze.
Tablet already in his hand.
The map appeared.
And this time—
there was no delay.
Red points exploded across it.
All at once.
Too many.
"…that's impossible."
Arga stood.
Not rushed.
Not panicked.
Too quick to understand.
"What is this?"
Pak Rahmat lifted the tablet.
His face darkened.
"This isn't interference…"
A pause.
"…this is an attack."
The morning wind passed gently.
Leaves moved.
The sky remained clear.
But between them—
something had already changed.
Sinta didn't step closer.
Not like before.
Bimo stopped joking.
Without realizing it.
And Arga—
just stood there.
Looking at the light in his hand.
Calm.
Too calm.
As if—
he had seen this before.
And already knew—
what needed to be done.
Across the country—
MBG lunch boxes began to glow.
One by one.
Without stopping.
Like a signal.
That something big…
wasn't coming.
It—
had already begun.