First Go, First Responsibility
I had completed my driving course just two weeks earlier. My driver’s license had yet to be issued, and my confidence was still as low as a raised handbrake. Up until that point, I had only driven short distances around the neighborhood, always accompanied by my older brother. But on that day, I was faced with a decision that would become a defining moment. That morning, my brother Aziz—a tobacco entrepreneur—was in a rush to open his store in Bandungan. Approximately thirty minutes after his departure, I noticed the keys to the store lying near the sofa. I immediately called him. His voice was filled with frustration. “Oh no. Can you send them to the store? But who could deliver them? Online couriers would take too long…” I swallowed hard. I was home alone. Our parents were out of town. Then I saw the car keys hanging nearby, almost as if they were calling out to me. “I’ll take them.” Half anxious, half determined, I grabbed the store keys, got into the car, and began ...