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At her bedroom study desk under afternoon light, Sarah with simple black hair pauses above her homework while a ringing smartphone on the table shows a message bubble. She frowns, finger hovering to close the app.
Sarah, 17, berambut hitam sederhana, sedang menyiapkan kerja sekolah. Telefon berbunyi; mesej daripada pelajar lelaki sekelas. "Hantarkan gambar awak," tulis mereka. Sarah gelisah. "Tidak," katanya, menutup aplikasi.
In the cozy living room at dusk, Sarah clutches a cushion and shows her phone screen to Sarah's mother, a woman in a pastel hijab and warm smile. The table lamp casts soft gold light on their concerned faces.
Sarah memeluk bantal, kemudian mencari ibunya di ruang tamu. "Ibu, ada mesej pelik," katanya perlahan. "Mereka minta gambar." Ibu menatap lembut. "Kamu berani berkongsi." Mereka menyimpan bukti dan mengunci akaun.
Inside a bright police station office on a weekday morning, Sarah sits beside Sarah's mother, a woman in a pastel hijab and warm smile, at a desk. A uniformed police officer with a notepad listens attentively across from them.
Esoknya, ibu menemani Sarah ke balai polis. Pegawai polis mendengar sabar. "Bagus kamu menolak dan simpan bukti," katanya. Mereka membuat laporan dan menyekat nombor pengirim. Sarah lega, rasa lebih selamat.
At the kitchen table on a calm evening, Sarah sips steaming tea beside Sarah's mother, a woman in a pastel hijab and warm smile, with a teapot and cups between them. A television in the background plays colorful cartoons.
Di rumah, ibu membuat teh panas. Ibu berkata, "Ingat tiga perkara." "Jangan kongsi gambar, beritahu orang dipercayai, dan lapor." Sarah mengangguk. "Terima kasih, Ibu; saya rasa selamat." Mereka tersenyum, menonton kartun bersama.