Pak Dadang is parking his beat-up but clean Honda Beat at a hospital. He just visited his daughter, Mila. Her medical bill is overdue. His phone pings. Pick up: Andre, 200m away. He needs the fare. He puts on his helmet. Andre gets on the back. Pak Dadang nods politely. "Helmet, Mas?"
Pak Dadang gets off the bike. He removes his helmet. Slowly. He pulls out his own phone. He doesn't call the police. He opens the ojol driver’s emergency group chat. 500 drivers. He types a single message: video prank ojol
They drive for two minutes. Andre texts his friend ahead. Pak Dadang stops at a red light. Suddenly, a man in a fake police vest (Andre’s friend) knocks on the bike. Pak Dadang is parking his beat-up but clean
Pak Dadang smiles for the first time. It’s not a nice smile. He cracks his knuckles. His phone pings
Andre freezes. How does this old driver know his name? "Uh… no?"
"Let me make some content," Pak Dadang says. He looks into the lens. "Hello, internet. My name is Dadang. This man, Andre, pretended to be a criminal to scare me. He wasted my time when I could be earning money for my sick child. He thinks fear is funny."