"You're married to the prick who wouldn't give us the money?!" Dian whisper-shout at me while I make tea at the kitchen. As promised, three days after I inform my family about my status, Calvin Gunn appears at our front yard in a casual outfit, looking like he's about to do a Come Visit Indonesia photoshoot with his short sleeve Indonesian batik, black pants, and a pair of aviator. Arriving in a sparkly sports car, it is definitely too flashy despite our own luxurious cars in the garage. I thought he's supposed to be modest and humble? I mean this is the first meeting with my family, tone down a bit the billionaire life, will you? "He treated us like shit in the meeting room-""I thought you said you liked him?" She scoffs at the audacity I had to cut her off, "I'm mad now! Of course I'll focus on the bad traits only! Shut up, Alya! I still hate him for marrying you behind our back, but to know he had the power to actually give us money, give his WIFE money, to save his WIFE's bus
"GEEEEEEEEPAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!"The faint sound blares like a horn the moment I open the door of my new room. My antenna goes up as I sneak my head in between the crack of the door. I purposely open it just a little bit because I don't want to alert anybody (read: him) (read: and the guest slash the owner of that blaring-horn-sound-like voice) but I definitely am trying my best to listen to what's going on downstairs. "I don't think he's home yet. Are you sure he's home already, Love?" The British accent is obvious, I wonder who that is? Calvin's guest for dinner? But it's only 4pm?"Are you trying to say I'm making a mistake again?" That condescending tone is too familiar, I used to have a fight with her for weeks. "GEEEEEEEEPAAAAAAAAAA!" The shouting interrupts the conversation as I begin to hear the door of my old bedroom being opened. "Geepa Geepa Geepa!""Geepa Geepa!""Geeeeeepaaaaa!" My eyes are about to bulge out upon seeing three children of different ages reach the top of
"I don't understand why would you need more time. You're 34 this year, you've been with him for five years. Five. Years. What are you still waiting for? Until you've reached 40? Until it's too late? You need more time... for what? It's not like he earns a hundred a month, or he's some kinda drug addict, alcoholic, abusive, or anything like that. He has a house, a car, a job that pays well, he has everything, Alya. I really don't understand why can't you have a baby right now. Need more time... FOR WHAT? You're already 34. I had 4 kids when I was 34. Your grandmother had grandchildren when she was 34."The way my mother nags at 4 in the morning when I'm struggling with jet lag, oh God. Please stop this. Should I pretend there's a problem with the connection? Create some buzzing sounds then hang up? But I can't really blame her. She's right with all her arguments, since she didn't know the real issue between Calvin and I. And it's 4p.m. in Jakarta, that's why she's so energetic with h
Whoaaaaaaa where did that come from? ‘Do you want another baby, Honey?’ Really, Alya? Really?I rub my arms multiple times, feeling the chill starting to creep into my bone. It's frightening how my subconscious mind even dare to go there, while watching him as if I've forgotten what an unbelievably asshole that man has been.But if I were to judge him fairly, Geepa is the ultimate father figure I'd want for my kids and grandkids, and to be honest, when he was my husband, or should I say when he was a husband, he was an amazing spouse whom I'd want to spend the rest of my life with, excluding the fact I wasn't Scarlett and he was there as Scarlett's husband. I guess that's a life lesson that caused me five years of my life, with another two in the future, but I'm definitely looking forward to being free after all of this drama. Quickly switching my gaze to the city view on my left, I take another sip of the beverage until my heart suddenly stops beating as if I was just caught in the
It was such a hassle when Calvin's bodyguards had to do the entire body-check and background-check with the delivery guy as well as the food he's delivering that the next order arrived just in time when I was allowed to take my fried chicken upstairs. By then, the entire process continued with the second delivery guy, and as expected, with the third too. I finally able to come back with a bucket of friend chicken, a bowl of ramen, and a pack of Chinese fried rice forty-five minutes later that I hurry to the kitchen only to realise the dining table that's located next to it has a variety of food on it. I gasp at the choice of food especially the mouthwatering, steaming hot bowl of noodle -it's my favorite ramen from Scarlett's favorite Japanese restaurant which later on, has becoming my favorite too- and a plate of beautifully, appetisingly decorated golden Chinese fried rice next to it, that my head snaps towards Calvin to see him shrugging his shoulders, "I thought you're hungry s
No matter how many times I've convinced myself I am a grown woman who doesn't need anybody's permission to stay up on a Monday night, and that I no longer have a curfew like I used to when I was in high school, I still feel nervous as I ride the elevator to the top floor. It's almost eleven, I decided to lengthen my hang out session with Drey till dinner, but then he asked me to join him to the night club that I politely declined and headed home after dessert. As usual, it was quiet the moment the door opens. I step out and brace myself upon seeing a man sitting on the couch, currently reading something on the iPad in front of him. He's still in the same navy blue suit he wore when we went to the courthouse this morning, minus the coat and light blue tie. As if I'm a naughty teenager who's trying to crawl back into the room after coming home past curfew, I try my best to walk in silence on my way to the stairs. But of course, the scene is only perfect with the infamous throat-cl
Honey's POV 🍯I had a stressful day yesterday trying to squeeze everything between registering our marriage at the courthouse, attending all the important meetings, and rushing to finish everything before six because I aimed to have dinner with my baby since we're officially married by law now, to celebrate and commemorate the day as man and wife. All that while dealing with my aching body due to sleeping on the couch last night, and of course, mending my broken heart that keeps on shattering into pieces every time my wife ignores me. That sums up yesterday. But today, this morning, when I open my eyes, I have this feeling of knowing my day will be a good one because it starts with a view of my beautiful wife, only to get yelled at with such disgust shown on her face. My heart drops again at her sudden outburst but I guess I'm an expert at this; all she did ever since she left five years ago is getting mad at me. At first I was taken aback with her reaction and decided to leave
I never knew one of the sluttiest things a man can do is to roll up the sleeves of his dress shirt, flexing the muscles of his arms with veins popping out while holding a stack of hangers that have suits on them. Reminding me of his other veiny stuff... Snap out of it, Alya! Astaghfirullah! I'm sure God would be happy by how much I've been asking for His forgiveness these days but at the same time angry with my never-ending behaviour for salivating over a man, lusting over the opposite gender. "Do you need help?" He asks while looking at me, his right hand is disappearing into the closet, reaching out for another suit but his mesmerising green eyes are focusing on me. I quickly shake my head and grin on my attempt to cover up my shameless act of staring at such fine specimen- him. He's that fine, fine muy-bueno specimen. He was home around six thirty today, bringing my favorite Taco Bell for dinner which we sat quietly in front of the tv and watched a show while eating. Half an