THAT Saturday morning two weeks ago, before departing for work, I Wayan Sudika did something he had never done. He kissed his daughter Ni Wayan Candika Wulansari Putri, goodbye. Repeatedly. As if Wayan, 28, never wanted to be separated from his only child. Sudeni, his wife, also felt something was not quite right. That Saturday morning, she saw her husband walk away, seemingly with a heavy heart, towards Raja Caf at Kuta, Bali, his place of work.