Cashback System From The Heart

The morning sunlight painted golden patterns across the hardwood floor of their rental house in Kyoto. The air smelled faintly of tatami and early spring sakura, and the distant sound of birdsong drifted through the open windows.

Hana was brushing her hair beside the mirror when she turned to Phuby, who was lounging on the futon, idly scrolling through his phone.

"Phu, let's go shopping today," she said brightly. "I want to buy a few things for the house in Cirebon. Some gifts for everyone back home too, especially for your grandma."

Phuby looked up, his expression momentarily faltering before he offered a crooked smile. "Sounds nice."

Hana tilted her head. "You'll come with us, right?"

He hesitated. "Umm... actually, I think I'm going to stay in today."

Her brow furrowed. "Why?"

"My stomach's been feeling a little off," he said, rubbing his abdomen in an exaggerated motion. "Maybe something I ate yesterday. Better not risk it."

Hana narrowed her eyes slightly, but her voice stayed gentle. "Okay... but it's not serious, right?"

"Just a bit uncomfortable," he said with a quick smile. "You go ahead, enjoy shopping. I'll be fine."

She gave a slow nod, though something felt... off. She'd known Phuby long enough to read his subtle changes—his fingers tapping his phone screen too often, that unusually clean shirt, his hair perfectly styled. Suspicion crept up like fog over a valley.

Still, she decided not to press him. "Alright. I'll go with Dad and Om Luky then."

"Perfect," Phuby said, standing to walk her to the door. "Take your time, no rush. Love you."

"Love you too," Hana replied with a small wave. "We'll bring you something sweet."

As she walked out, Phuby watched her go with a twinge of guilt. But he had a mission to complete.

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Phuby's POV

Phuby dressed quickly in casual wear and a cap, stepping into the Kyoto streets with purpose. He'd located a high-end jeweler the night before—"Takashiro & Co. Bespoke Jewelry," nestled near the Kyoto Imperial Palace—and hurried through the cherry blossom-lined streets, blending in with tourists and locals.

When he arrived, an elderly gentleman in a gray vest and round spectacles greeted him warmly.

"Welcome. How may we assist you?"

Phuby leaned forward slightly, his voice lowered. "I'm looking for two rings—an engagement ring for my girlfriend and a matching one for myself. I want them custom made, engraved with our names—inside and outside."

The old jeweler's eyes lit up. "A bold and heartfelt request. We can make it happen. When would you like it completed?"

"By tomorrow," Phuby said firmly.

The jeweler blinked. "Tomorrow? That is... quite urgent. It will cost extra to rush the order, and we may have to pull a night shift. But it can be done."

"I don't care about the cost," Phuby said. "It's important."

Moved by his sincerity, the jeweler smiled and motioned to his assistant. "Come. Let's choose the materials."

Phuby chose a sakura-etched platinum ring for Hana, her name engraved in delicate hiragana on the outside—"はな"—with "Phuby" in Roman script on the inside. For his ring, he chose a brushed platinum band, subtle and strong, with "Hana" engraved on the outside, and "Phuby" in cursive inside.

After finalizing the designs, the jeweler recalculated the price and presented it.

> Total Cost: ¥1,250,000 (≈ Rp 145.000.000)

Phuby paid without hesitation and the system immediately chimed:

> Purchase Detected: Custom Engagement & Matching Rings – ¥1,250,000 (Rp145.000.000)

System Cashback Activated (Minimum Rp10.000.000 met)

+Rp290.000.000

New Balance: Rp7.481.000.000 + Rp145.000.000 - Rp145.000.000 + Rp290.000.000 = Rp7.626.000.000

He stood outside the jeweler's shop afterward, exhaling in relief as the cool spring wind brushed his cheek. Tomorrow, he'd propose in Arashiyama.

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Hana's POV

The streets of Kyoto bustled with energy, the scent of roasted tea and sakura mochi hanging in the air as Hana, her father, and Om Luky explored a bustling outdoor market. Behind them, Mrs. Wulan and Hana's mother debated over ceramics and calligraphy sets.

"Do you think Phuby would like this kimono-style yukata?" her father asked, holding up a deep blue design with silver cranes.

"Maybe…" Hana replied absently.

Something gnawed at her. Phuby's excuse this morning felt flimsy. And what stood out more was how strangely quiet her mother-in-law and Om Luky had been—no teasing, no jokes, no sly winks. Suspiciously quiet.

She stole a glance at Om Luky now, who was examining a box of wooden cutlery like it was a national treasure.

"Om," Hana called casually, "don't you think Phuby's been acting weird lately?"

Om Luky froze for a microsecond before smiling far too broadly. "Weird? Nah. Maybe he's just… jetlagged."

"Jetlagged on day five?" she said flatly, narrowing her eyes.

He shrugged. "Men are mysterious."

She didn't press further, but the look she shot him could cut glass.

Hana may not have known what Phuby was up to—but one thing was for certain: she'd find out eventually.

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