MasukTheir wedding celebration was nothing short of extravagant. Ghea had never truly grasped just how wealthy her new husband was until the reception began and Daniel’s guests arrived. Their elite background was unmistakable. Ghea was even astounded by the lavish gifts bestowed by Daniel’s extended family: his aunts and uncles had gifted them a staggering total of three luxury cars. Still standing on the stage receiving congratulations from the guests, Ghea maintained a gracious smile. She caught sight of the girl who had defended her against harassment at Daniel's high school reunion. Abel walked up with Richie trailing closely behind her. Nova's youngest son, now officially her brother-in-law, fixed Ghea with that same icy stare. Taking Daniel's hand, Ghea knitted her brows, noting Abel’s glossy, tear-rimmed eyes. The woman seemed reluctant to let go of her husband's hand until Richie gently intervened, reminding her of the long queue of guests waiting behind them. Ghea smiled and t
That day, the courtyard of Nova’s estate was transformed into the wedding venue for Daniel and Ghea. Following Jenny’s advice, they opted against throwing a reception at a five-star hotel. Ghea’s manager had urged everyone to keep the marriage away from the public eye until the press caught wind of it on their own—a calculated move Jenny designed to shield Ghea’s public image. The solemnization ceremony was set for that morning. Several makeup artists hovered around Ghea, putting on the finishing touches. Displayed on a nearby mannequin was her off-white kebaya—simple, yet undeniably elegant. A marriage should be built on love, not out of sheer obligation like this. But me? What on earth am I even doing right now? Ghea studied her reflection in the mirror. To this very second, she still hadn't found a definitive answer as to why Daniel had been so determined to marry her. Accompanied by a few close friends, Ghea walked toward the solemnization table looking ethereal. Even Da
Pinching Jenny’s arm was the very first thing Ghea did upon reuniting with her. She had finally returned home after spending about four days in Jogja. “Why didn't you tell me, hiding the fact that the one who got you pregnant was Daniel Tyaga!” “Because I didn't want anything to do with him,” Ghea replied, snatching her agenda planner straight out of Jenny’s hand. “You two forced my hand into this. It's like swallowing my own pride. I just sent shockwaves across the entire country by announcing my hiatus from the entertainment world, and now I have to crawl right back. As if everything I said a week ago was nothing but a cheap publicity stunt,” Ghea rattled on. Jenny pursed her lips inward. She knew her artist’s temperament inside out. Ghea despised being indecisive and detested people who couldn't stand by their word. Yet because Jenny had leaked her whereabouts to Daniel, she had no choice left—she had to go through with it and marry the hippo. “Relax! You don't need to
That morning, Pak Asman’s house was bustling with several relatives and neighbors who had come to witness Daniel and Ghea’s formal proposal. To keep the event private, Ghea requested that no active phones be used by her family to take photos. Ghea was genuinely taken aback to see Nova so overjoyed. The woman who had given birth to Daniel instantly shook her father’s hand firmly and wrapped him in a warm embrace. Ghea couldn't help but smile at her future mother-in-law’s enthusiastic demeanor. However, when her eyes met Richie—the man who had so gladly parted with his chocolate monster cake not long ago—Ghea couldn't help but knit her brows. He was entirely different from the Richie she had met that day. The Richie standing before her wore a flat, somber expression, completely devoid of the broad grin from their first encounter. Pushing the thought aside, everyone finally sat down and engaged in warm conversation. Fired up with excitement, Nova suggested that the wedding be hel
Ghea maintained a blank expression as photos of her alongside Daniel circulated once again. The only difference this time was that people were speculating even further that her departure from the entertainment industry was solely to marry him. As they drove back home, neither Daniel nor Ghea said much throughout the journey. Ghea even appeared entirely indifferent to the fact that Daniel’s family was coming to formally propose the very next day. Nor did she care to ask when they would actually hold the wedding. The first thing occupying Ghea’s mind was establishing an agreement—and this time, she had to be the one in control. "I want us to stay out of each other's personal lives after we're married," Ghea finally spoke up. "I want a legally binding document in black and white, along with witnesses. If necessary, let's hire a lawyer we can pay off to keep their mouth shut until our agreement comes to an end." Daniel nodded, cheering silently in his heart. As it turned out, this
"Daniel slept in your room last night, didn't he?" Pak Asman, already seated at the dining table, eyed his daughter suspiciously. Ghea simply nodded and sat down after setting a fresh cup of coffee before him. "He couldn't sleep because of your snoring, Yah. That's why he isn't awake yet." "Nduk, don't we need to prepare anything for tomorrow when Daniel's family comes over?" asked Pak Asman, who had zero experience hosting a formal proposal. "His mother is only coming to propose. You can just invite Bu Dhe and Bu Lek. I'll head into the city today to buy refreshments and souvenirs for them to take home." Pak Asman nodded in understanding, quickly finishing his breakfast before heading out to his batik workshop and showroom. Ghea was busy washing dishes when Daniel finally woke up, immediately asking where her father had gone. "He already left. Go have breakfast and take a shower. I want to take you to pick out some return gifts for your mother tomorrow," Ghea said, shaking th







