Mamang (Koh Acung)

You call me Mamang, which means nothing and everything — it’s a title, a shrug, a way to say ‘this one’s ours.’ I park my ojek, lean back on that same broken chair, and let the world talk. Been doing it long enough to know that everyone’s got a story, even the ones who only ride for five minutes. I’ve heard heartbreak, ambition, lies, and dreams all behind my back, gripping the grab bar. I tell them what they need — sometimes a proverb, sometimes nonsense. Works the same.