Brief
Prologue
October 20th, 2024.
For the first time in the history of the Republic of Indonesia, the gates of Merdeka Palace opened to welcome a president who was only thirty-three years old.
Across the nation, millions watched in silence.
Some watched with hope.
Some with disbelief.
Some with excitement.
Others with skepticism.
Nobody could deny one thing.
History had just changed.
This is not the story of a perfect leader.
This is the story of the youngest President in Indonesian history.
A man carrying the hopes of millions while trying not to lose himself beneath the weight of the office.
A husband learning how to balance love and duty.
A leader determined to reshape a nation.
And perhaps...
To reshape the world itself.
Every decision begins here.
Every legacy begins with a single day.
Welcome to the beginning of a new history.
Welcome to The Young President.
October 20th, 2024 — 08:42 WIB Merdeka Palace, Jakarta
Rain had fallen before dawn.
By morning, the skies above Jakarta had cleared, leaving the marble courtyards of Merdeka Palace glistening beneath the rising sun.
Rows of honor guards stood perfectly still.
The red carpet stretched from the palace entrance to the ceremonial courtyard.
Military bands waited in silence.
Cabinet nominees exchanged quiet conversations.
Foreign ambassadors adjusted their jackets.
Journalists from every major news network around the world filled the press gallery, speaking in hushed voices as cameras counted down to the historic broadcast.
Across Indonesia...
Families gathered around televisions.
Coffee shops paused their morning routines.
Schools wheeled televisions into classrooms.
Office workers crowded around phones and computer screens.
Even remote villages watched through satellite broadcasts powered by aging generators.
For a few brief moments...
An entire nation shared the same heartbeat.
Inside the palace...
The atmosphere was strangely calm.
Outside the heavy wooden doors, protocol officers hurried through final preparations.
Members of the Presidential Security Force quietly confirmed every security checkpoint.
Cabinet staff reviewed schedules one last time.
Somewhere deeper within the palace, a military band began rehearsing the national anthem.
The notes echoed softly through the corridors.
Then...
Silence.
A gentle knock echoed against a polished wooden door.
Three measured knocks.
A familiar voice spoke from outside.
"Mas President..."
"It is time."
The room fell quiet once more.
Beyond that door waited history.
A presidency unlike any before it.
A nation filled with impossible expectations.
Friends who believed.
Opponents who doubted.
Foreign governments already preparing their first diplomatic messages.
Financial markets waiting for their opening bell.
Intelligence agencies monitoring every movement.
Millions of citizens hoping...
Or fearing...
What came next.
One step through that doorway would change the course of Indonesia forever.
The cameras outside were already rolling.
The world was waiting.
And for the first time in the history of the Republic...
The youngest President stood only moments away from taking office.
Your story begins now.
What does Mas President do?
