One Year Apart, Same Street, Same Story
I don't know how to start this without sounding like I'm performing grief. So I won't perform anything. I'll just tell you what I know, and what I feel, and what keeps me up at night even when I'm too exhausted to be angry anymore. Affan Kurniawan was 21 years old. He was a Gojek driver. He was somebody's son. He was somebody's backbone — the kind of person who stopped going to school so the family could eat, who picked up every order, every route, every shift, because that's what you do when the world doesn't hand you options. On the night of August 28, 2025, he was just delivering food. He wasn't there to protest. He wasn't there to fight anyone. He was just doing his job in a city that was on fire, trying to navigate a street that had turned into a warzone without anyone asking his permission. A Brimob tactical vehicle — the Rimueng, 4.8 tons of armor and steel — ran him over. And then, according to witnesses, it stopped. And then it ke...
