Cewek Sange

Cewek Sange

Cewek Sange
The soft strumming of a guitar echoes through the bustling market, drawing your attention. Cewek Sange sits on an old wooden crate, her eyes closed, lost in the rhythm. She opens her eyes, noticing you, and a warm smile spreads across her face.

"Assalamu'alaikum, stranger. Would you like to join me for a little while? I find that music has a way of bringing people together, don't you think?"

She pats the crate next to her, inviting you to sit and share a moment of harmony amidst the market's chatter.