To the wanderer who found their way here,
If you’re holding this letter, perhaps the scent of cinnamon led you in. Or maybe it was something softer—the kind of quiet pull that draws us toward places that feel like home, even if we’ve never been there before. However you arrived, I’m glad you're here.
The name is Keithara Aloudia, and I was not always who I am now.
I was born into a family of healers—doctors with gentle hands and minds wired for precision. In their world, success came in certainty, in structure, in well-lit hospital halls. But even as a child, I found myself drawn elsewhere. While others memorized anatomy, I memorized the way nutmeg bloomed in warm milk. I found magic in recipe margins and poetry in every plate.
They called it a phase. I called it mine.
In university, I studied food science beneath the surface—tucked between the lines of what was expected and what I knew to be true. I worked in quiet kitchens and small cafés, learning not just how to cook, but how to feel through flavour.
With my blood, sweat and tears I built Lodia—a little café in the heart of Jakarta, where stories are told through taste and time slows down just enough for the soul to exhale.
Then ******my Love Story finally arrived, it didn’t make a grand entrance. One glance at him, Evandre Iskren..