The room lit up in a bright, startled glow, and Uncle Tukang Pijat, caught off guard, lost his balance. The massage table creaked under the sudden movement, and Amel quickly sat up, mortified.

Uncle Tukang Pijat was a well-respected figure in their small community, known for his skillful hands and warm demeanor. He had been giving massages for years, not just as a profession but as a way to help people relax and feel better. Amel had been going to him for months, enjoying the soothing relief he brought to her tense muscles.

And as for Uncle Tukang Pijat, he made sure to always keep a closer eye on his oil bottles, but more importantly, he enjoyed the bond that grew stronger between him and Amel.

To her surprise, Uncle Tukang Pijat didn't scold her or seem angry. Instead, he let out a hearty laugh. "Amel, my dear, I should have known better than to underestimate your creativity," he said with a chuckle. "But perhaps next time, we can plan a prank that's a bit more... less messy?"

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