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View More"Saya tidak mempermasalahkan status kamu, biarlah itu jadi masa lalu. Tapi yang perlu kamu tahu, saya akan tetap menafkahimu meski tidak akan mengatur urusan pribadimu nantinya."
Garendra mengatakannya tanpa nada merendahkan. Suaranya datar, sedingin ubin marmer di rumah megah itu. Kalimat itu terus terngiang, bahkan saat Arumi masih menatap pantulan dirinya di cermin rias yang retak sudutnya. Gaun off-white sederhana berbahan sutra itu melekat pas, akan tetapi dadanya terasa begitu sesak. Ini kali kedua dia memakai warna yang sama di depan penghulu berbeda. Bebannya terasa sepuluh kali lebih berat sekarang. "Sudah siap?" Ayah Arumi muncul di ambang pintu. Tatapannya kosong, tidak ada haru sama sekali. Pria itu hanya tampak lega karena beban tanggung jawab atas anak perempuannya yang janda akan segera berpindah tangan. "Sudah, Pak," bisik Arumi pelan. "Garendra pria baik. Dia tidak mempermasalahkan statusmu, meskipun orang tuanya sempat ragu," Ayahnya mendekat, memperbaiki letak veil Arumi dengan gerakan kasar. "Kamu harus tahu diri, Arumi. Jangan bawa masa lalumu yang kelam ke rumahnya." Arumi hanya mengangguk patuh. Masa lalu 'kelam' yang dimaksud sang ayah sebenarnya hanyalah perceraian setahun lalu. Pun, itu atas perjodohan kedua orang tuanya. Dunia tahu dia janda, dan dia tidak merasa perlu memperbaiki asumsi itu. Biarlah orang-orang menganggapnya sudah 'habis', toh itu lebih baik daripada harus menceritakan detail pernikahannya yang gagal. Dia memilih diam, membiarkan asumsi orang-orang mengalir begitu saja. Menjelaskan kebenaran hanya akan menambah daftar panjang penghinaan yang harus dia telan bulat-bulat. *** Prosesi ijab kabul berlangsung singkat dan begitu khidmat. Dalam satu tarikan napas, Arumi resmi menjadi istri Garendra. Saat mencium punggung tangan suaminya, wanita itu merasakan kehangatan yang asing menjalar ke nadinya. Tidak ada sentakan kasar atau tatapan merendahkan seperti yang dia bayangkan sebelumnya. "Terima kasih sudah menerima saya," bisik Garendra lembut. Arumi menangkap ada jarak yang membentang di balik nada halus itu. Garendra menerimanya sebagai kewajiban, bukan karena menginginkannya sebagai wanita. “Saya yang harusnya berterima kasih pada Mas, karena sudah mau menerima saya,” jawab Arumi sambil menunduk. Malam harinya, rumah besar milik Garendra terasa begitu sunyi dan mencekam. Arumi berdiri kaku di dekat lemari saat memasuki kamar utama yang luas. Jantungnya berdebar hebat, membayangkan tuntutan pria pada umumnya di malam pertama. Garendra masuk membawa segelas air putih, lalu melirik Arumi yang masih mematung. "Arumi, tidurlah di ranjang. Saya di sofa," ucap Garendra tenang sembari menaruh gelas di nakas. Wanita itu tersentak kaget. "Tapi Mas, ini kamar kita. Kalau Ibu tahu bagaimana?" "Ibu tidak akan tahu." Garendra memotong cepat sambil tersenyum tipis. "Saya tahu pernikahan ini mendadak, dan saya tahu kamu mungkin butuh waktu." Arumi terdiam seribu bahasa. Kata-kata itu terdengar sangat menghargai, tapi disisi lain, rasanya perih. Garendra seolah-olah menganggapnya sudah sangat berpengalaman dengan urusan ranjang, sehingga tidak perlu terburu-buru menyentuh wanita yang sudah pernah dimiliki pria lain. "Mas Garendra tidak keberatan saya seorang janda?" Arumi memberanikan diri bertanya. Garendra menghentikan gerakannya menata bantal di sofa. Dia menatap Arumi dengan sorot mata tulus yang menenangkan. "Status hanya label, Arumi." Dia memperbaiki letak kacamatanya. "Tidurlah." Ada kelegaan yang luar biasa di hati Arumi, tapi juga rasa pahit yang terselip di sana. Lidahnya mendadak kelu untuk bicara. Biarlah Garendra menganggapnya janda sebagaimana dunia melihatnya. Karena baginya, memulai lembaran baru sebagai 'teman' jauh lebih baik daripada harus dipaksa melayani pria lagi."Tell me to stop, Jade."Axel’s voice was low and rough, vibrating through the small space between us. He was dangerously close. His hands gripped the edge of the granite kitchen counter on either side of my hips, caging me in. He didn't even have to touch me to make me feel the heat radiating off his bare chest. His breath was warm against my neck, a soft current of air that sent a violent shiver racing down my spine."Say it," he whispered, his jaw flexing as he stared me down. "Say it, and I’ll walk away right now."I couldn’t. My throat felt like it had closed up, and the air in the kitchen had grown thick and heavy. My heart was pounding against my ribs like a trapped bird, and my chest rose and fell in rapid, shallow jerks as I stared up at him. His eyes were dark, swirling with an intensity that made me feel small and exposed. I felt myself being pulled into them, unable to look away even if I wanted to. My lips parted, but no words came out. Instead, a soft, barely audible whi
Jade's povAfter the incident in the bathroom, Axel and I did everything within our power to avoid each other. It became a silent, coordinated dance; we timed our showers around each other's schedules and practically mapped out our footsteps in the house to ensure we never occupied the same room at the same time. It was ridiculous and exhausting. The atmosphere in the house was thick and awkward, a lingering tension that made my skin feel several sizes too tight every time I heard his door click open.Our parents were rarely home, which should have made things easier, but instead, it led to a series of weird, silent dinners and eerie mornings. Even when I didn't see him, his presence lingered in the hallways like smoke.Until today.Today was different. Mom and Mr. Bill were out on a movie date, and I could have sworn I saw Axel’s car pull out of the driveway earlier in the afternoon. I assumed I finally had the house to myself. It was that specific kind of freedom where you wear what
Axel's povBefore my dad ever mentioned marrying her mom, I already knew exactly who Jade was.I saw her for the first time when she was only eighteen. At the time, she was working a part-time shift at a small, dusty grocery store just off the highway. I hadn't gone inside to buy anything; I was just passing through when I saw her standing outside by the loading bay. She was feeding a stray cat. It was a skinny, pathetic thing, clearly sick and shivering, but she didn’t look disgusted. She just bent down, tore her own sandwich in half, and dropped the piece on the pavement with a practiced ease, like she’d done it a hundred times before.She didn’t notice me watching from the car. She looked small and tired, her hair pulled back in a messy ponytail and her apron tied loosely around her waist. Her name tag was half-faded from too many shifts. I don’t know what snapped inside me in that moment, but something definitely did. It wasn’t just the way she looked, though she was beautiful in
"Jade, is that you? Thank goodness you are home. Come say hello to my husband."That was the first thing my mom said to me the moment I stepped through the front door. I was still carrying a heavy box from a long day at work, my shoulders aching, and her cheerful voice felt like a grating noise I wasn't ready to handle. I didn't even know what to say to her. I didn't want to see him, and I certainly didn't want to perform the role of the happy daughter. I simply walked past them both, my eyes fixed on the stairs, and headed up without a word."Jade, are you there? There’s someone else I also want you to meet!" she screamed from the bottom of the stairs.I rolled my eyes. She never changed. She was always desperate for me to meet new people, as if a new face could suddenly fix the mess she made of our family life. This was the seventh man I was being introduced to in the span of only six months. She had met Mr. Bill three months ago, and apparently, that was enough time to decide he wa
Lucien’s hands slid lower down her stomach to the waistband of her jeans. He undid the button and zipper easily, smoothly sliding the denim down her legs and along with her panties. Isla stood there, completely naked and completely exposed, her body trembling with urgent anticipation.“Look at you
"Back story"Isla Vance had always been the stronger sister. Her younger sister, Elara, was a beautiful, bright, but delicate soul, struggling since childhood with a rare, degenerative blood disease. Isla, working three jobs and putting her own future on hold, poured every cent and ounce of energy
her entire body desperate for the final release.“Please,” she begged again, her voice weak and shaking.He leaned forward over her back, his breath hot and ragged against her ear. “Come for me now, Claire.”His words were all the permission and command she needed to send her over the edge. She cli
“Nuel,” she breathed out. Her hands clenched into fists behind her back as powerful pleasure shot through her core. He did not stop. His tongue flicked against her skin repeatedly until she was shaking all over, her knees feeling ready to collapse onto the floor.“Look at you,” he murmured. His voi












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