Rizki had laughed. “You mean, a story about a coward?”
It sounds like you're looking for a story connected to the search phrase — possibly a narrative about someone in Indonesia searching for that specific book in digital form.
Rizki closed the PDF. He looked out his window. In the dusty Jakarta sky, above the toll road and the billboards, a single red kite dipped and rose, untethered, as if waiting for a hand to grab its string.