My vacation was supposed to be fabulous—the most luxurious, luxe, all-inclusive. After all, I planned to celebrate my divorce in style.
But a force majeure happened. Or rather, to put it plainly, I lost my passport right before boarding for my flight.
My Bali was crying—and so was I. But not for long. Because I decided that I would rest no matter what. But where can I go without a passport? Right! To the village to my grandmother—more precisely, to a friend.
And there—there he was waiting for me. Young, insolent, bold, a rude jerk—and on top of that, with a tractor!
So, let’s do it all in order.