Fruit bat in the palm tree — maybe six feet across
I'm the only one who sees it, or pretends to
The couple in the corner has gone quiet
Which is different from silence — you know it when you see it
Two Bintangs on the table, condensation rings on the wood
One green lighter, one phone face down
She keeps folding the same wet napkin
He keeps looking past her at the ground
No storm, no scene, no slammed-down glass
A song from the bar next door, too cheerful to be learning
I ordered one more just to have an excuse to stay
The bat had the better view — and the manners not to say
Tidak apa-apa — it's fine, it's fine
That's what the island says when it isn't
Cold Bintang going warm on the table
And nobody reaching for it anymore
He had sand dried white on his ankles
She had a sunburn line where a ring had been
He said something around half past ten — she nodded
The nod that ends things and doesn't need repeating
Then they both looked at the sea for a while
The bat dropped off the palm once and caught the air
A scooter coughed twice by the kitchen
Then gave up trying to start again
The bartender brought two fresh ones nobody asked for
Set them in the rings the old ones left
Didn't look at them when he put them down
Which was the right understanding of the moment
Tidak apa-apa — it's fine, it's fine
That's what the island says when it isn't
Cold Bintang going warm on the table
And nobody reaching for it anymore
The fruit bat shifted once above them
Like a black coat moving on a nail
She laughed one time without meaning to
The kind of laugh that already failed
He put his hand near hers, not on it
Close enough to show he knew
She looked at that space between them
Like it had asked her what to do
She left first, barefoot past the bottle crates
He waited long enough to seem polite
Then sudah — the table was just a table
And the Bintangs were still there, both of them warm
Tidak apa-apa — it's fine, it's fine
That's what the island says when it isn't
Cold Bintang going warm on the table
And nobody reaching for it anymore
I paid around midnight and left
The waiter cleared the warm Bintangs from the corner
And wiped the table in smaller circles than he needed to
And Gili Trawangan went to sleep without asking what they were for