LOGINThe days that followed were nothing short of a living hell.
I locked myself inside the room, refusing to eat, refusing to speak. The image of Gavin holding Selina, protecting her like she was his treasure, kept replaying in my mind like a broken record. The way they looked at each other... the intimacy... it was burned into my retinas, haunting me every second of the day. Gavin didn’t come home that night. Or the next night. Or the night after that. He didn’t call. He didn’t text. It was as if I had suddenly ceased to exist in his world. And the silence was louder than any scream. It was suffocating. It was killing me slowly. I tried to tell myself that maybe I was overreacting. Maybe it was just a close friendship. Maybe Selina was right—I was just paranoid and jealous. But deep down, my heart knew the truth. My heart was bleeding, screaming that something was very, very wrong. I needed answers. I needed concrete proof. Not just suspicions, not just feelings. I needed to see it with my own eyes so that I could finally accept that the man I loved was gone forever. On the fourth day, Gavin came home. It was early in the morning. He looked tired, his eyes were sunken, and there was a dark stubble on his jaw. He walked in, threw his bag on the floor, and headed straight for the bedroom, not even glancing in my direction. He was avoiding me. He walked into the bathroom and turned on the shower. The sound of running water filled the room. His phone, which he had left carelessly on the bedside table, suddenly lit up. Buzz. Buzz. A notification appeared on the screen. My heart stopped. My hands started shaking uncontrollably. My mind was fighting a war. Don't do it, Aria. Don't look. It’s private. But another voice screamed, LOOK! HE IS HIDING SOMETHING! YOU DESERVE TO KNOW THE TRUTH! I walked closer, step by step, as if I was approaching a dangerous beast. The screen was still glowing. The message preview was visible, even from a distance. From: Lina "Good morning, my love. Did you sleep well? I miss you already Come over soon, okay? I made your favorite breakfast." My blood ran cold. Lina? My love? Heart emoji? That was enough to shatter what little sanity I had left. With trembling fingers, I reached out and took the phone. I knew his password. It was our anniversary date. Something that was supposed to be special, something that was supposed to be only ours. I unlocked it. And I opened the chat. I didn't expect what I was about to see. I prepared myself for cheating, for lies, for romance. But I wasn't prepared for this level of cruelty, this level of deception. The chat history between Gavin and Selina went back months. Even years. I scrolled up, and with every swipe, my heart broke a little more. [One year ago] Selina: "Babe, when are you going to leave her? I can't wait anymore. I want to be your wife, not just your secret." Gavin: "Soon, baby. I just need to wait for the right time. She is still useful to me for now. She takes care of the house, she handles my parents. You know how it is. But my heart and body are only yours." [Six months ago] Selina: "I hate her! She wore that dress you bought her! It looks ugly on her! I want it!." Gavin: "Don't worry, darling. Next time I will take it and give it to you. You are the only one who deserves beautiful things. She is just a shadow compared to you." [Last week] Selina: "Last night was amazing You are so wild, baby. I love it when you hold me like that. She didn't suspect anything, right?" Gavin: "Of course not. She is too naive and stupid. She thinks I'm working hard. Hahaha. She actually believed me when I said I loved her. So easy to manipulate." [Yesterday] Selina: "I love you so much, Gavin Soon we will be together forever. And she will be nothing. Just trash we throw away." Gavin: "I love you too, my queen. You are my real soulmate. She was just a mistake I made in the past." I couldn't breathe. The words were dancing in front of my eyes, mocking me, stabbing me repeatedly. "She is still useful to me." "She is stupid." "She is just trash." All the love, all the care, all the promises... it was all acting! He was using me! He saw me as nothing more than a servant, a tool to keep his life organized while he fucked my best friend! And Selina... my best friend... she was calling me stupid, ugly, and useless behind my back! She was planning to take my place! My hands were shaking so hard I almost dropped the phone. But I forced myself to keep looking. I wanted to see everything. I wanted to see how ugly the truth really was. I opened the gallery folder that was named "Work Files". It was not work files. It was hell. There were hundreds of photos. Photos of them together in restaurants, in malls, in vacations places I had never even been to. But then... I saw photos that made my knees buckle and my stomach churn violently. Photos taken inside a bedroom. Our bedroom. There were photos of Selina lying on my bed, wearing my silk robes, smiling at the camera. Photos of Gavin hugging her from behind, kissing her neck, right on the mattress where he was supposed to sleep with me. There were explicit photos too. Photos that showed their naked bodies, their intimacy, their passion. Photos that proved they didn't just love each other, they consumed each other. Right under my roof. Right where I slept. They desecrated my marriage. They desecrated my home. And the worst photo of all... It was a photo taken exactly on our wedding anniversary night. The night I waited for him with dinner. The night he came home late smelling of perfume. In the photo, Gavin and Selina were cuddling, holding glasses of wine, with a caption written on it: "Happy Anniversary to US Finally free from that boring witch." "AHHHHHHHHHHH!!!" A scream tore out of my throat before I could stop it. It wasn't a human sound. It was the sound of a soul being ripped apart. The phone slipped from my hands and hit the floor with a loud THUD. My vision turned red. Then black. My body felt hot, then ice cold. I couldn't stand it anymore. The weight of the betrayal was too heavy. It crushed my ribs, it crushed my lungs. The bathroom door opened. Gavin walked out, wearing only a towel around his waist, his skin still wet and steaming. "What happened? Why are you screaming?" he asked, annoyed. Then he saw me. Standing in the middle of the room, pale as a sheet, tears streaming down like rivers, looking at him with eyes filled with horror and hatred. Then he looked down at the phone on the floor, the screen still glowing, showing the sinful images. His face changed instantly. The tiredness disappeared, replaced by panic, then by coldness. He didn't rush to pick it up. He didn't rush to explain. He just stood there, looking at me, and slowly... a smirk started to form on his lips. He stopped pretending. "You saw it," he stated, not as a question, but as a fact. His voice was calm, terrifyingly calm. "You... you..." I pointed at him, my body trembling violently, convulsing with pain. "How could you? How could you do this to me?!" I fell to my knees on the floor, clutching my chest as if I was having a heart attack. "Five years, Gavin! Five years I gave you my life! I loved you! I trusted you! And you called me stupid? You called me trash? You brought her into our bed?!" Gavin bent down slowly, picked up his phone, and wiped the dust off it casually. He looked at the screen, then looked at me with eyes that held no emotion. No love. No guilt. Nothing. "Well," he said coldly, straightening his body. "Since you know now, I don't have to lie anymore. It's tiring anyway, having to act like I care about you every single day." He walked closer to me, towering over my kneeling form. "Yes, Aria. It's all true. Selina and I have been lovers for a long time. Longer than you think." He laughed, a dry, humorless laugh. "You were so blind. So naive. You thought that because you cooked and cleaned, you were a good wife? You were boring, Aria. You were predictable. You were like a dead weight around my neck. Selina... she gives me life. She understands me. She is a real woman." "Useful?" I sobbed, the word tearing my throat. "You said I was useful... what did you mean?" Gavin looked down at me with pity. Fake pity. "Come on, Aria. Be smart. You have a good reputation. My family likes you. You managed my assets well. While you were busy playing the perfect wife, I was building my empire. And now... now I don't need you anymore." He crouched down so his face was level with mine. His eyes were dark, cruel, and beautiful. "Selina is pregnant, Aria," he whispered softly. BOOM. The world stopped. "She... she is pregnant?" I whispered, my voice gone. "Yes. With my child," Gavin said, his face lighting up with a happiness I had never seen. "A son. Finally. I have an heir. And Selina is going to be the mother of my child. What place do you have left, huh?" He patted my cheek lightly, but it felt like a slap. A hard, burning slap. "You are redundant, Aria. You are finished. It's time for you to go." I couldn't take it anymore. The pain was too much. The humiliation was too great. My vision blurred, the room spinning wildly. I felt like I was being sucked into a deep, dark hole. "Monster..." I whispered, looking at the man I once worshipped. "You are a monster..." "Maybe," he said, standing up and turning his back on me. "But I'm happy. And you... you are just sad and alone." That was the last thing I heard before everything went black. My legs gave up. My heart gave up. I collapsed onto the cold hard floor, losing consciousness, escaping into the darkness because reality was too painful to bear.The bedroom was filled with the scent of cardboard boxes and packing tape, the universal aroma of a life about to shift. But amidst the standard chaos of a high school graduate preparing for university, one wall remained a sanctuary of obsession. It was a mosaic of shadows: hundreds of newspaper clippings, some yellowed by time, others crisp and freshly printed.Every headline bore the same name. Budi Cahyadi.Lina stood before the collage, her eyes tracking the trajectory of a monster. There he was in his fifties, shaking hands with ministers; there he was in his sixties, receiving a "Man of the Year" award. In the most recent photo, he was an aging lion, silver-haired and sharp-eyed, his face a mask of impenetrable arrogance."The scholarship letters arrived today," a voice said from the doorway.Lina didn’t turn. She knew the sound of Maria’s footsteps—they had grown heavier over the years, weary with the burden of what she knew her daughter was becoming."I know, Ibu. Faculty of L
The atmosphere in Lina’s bedroom was suffocating, thick with the dust of unearthed secrets. Maria sat on the edge of the mattress, her frame appearing smaller, more fragile than Lina had ever seen. Between them lay the note—that yellowed, tear-stained scrap of paper—pulsing with the energy of a live wire."Sit down, Lina," Maria said, her voice weighted with a decade of suppressed truth. "Please. My legs can no longer carry the height of this lie."Lina sat, though her body remained as rigid as stone. Her eyes were fixed on the word. "Tell me everything, Ibu. No more metaphors about wind and seeds. I want the truth. Plain and cold."Maria took a shuddering breath, her fingers twisting the hem of her apron. "I don't know her name, Lina. I don't know where she came from or where the wind took her after that night. All I saw was a shadow. A woman standing in the mouth of the alleyway, drenched to the bone, watching me take you inside. She looked like a ghost that had forgotten how to hau
The house felt too quiet since Papa Hendra had passed away. The silence wasn’t just an absence of noise; it was a heavy, suffocating blanket that settled in the corners of the rooms. Twelve-year-old Lina sat on the floor of the hallway, staring at the high shelf of the linen closet.Ibu Maria was still at the school, likely grading papers to avoid coming home to the emptiness. Lina, however, was restless. The "Wind Seed" story that had once enchanted her now felt like a thin, tattered veil. She was old enough to know that seeds don't just fly; they are planted, or they are dropped."There’s something up there," she whispered to the shadows. "Something Ibu doesn't want me to see."She dragged a heavy wooden chair from the kitchen, balanced a footstool on top of it, and climbed. Her fingers brushed against a stack of mothball-scented blankets. Shoving them aside, her hand struck something hard and cold.A wooden box. Small, dark, and locked.Lina scrambled down, her heart drumming a fra
The Jakarta sun was a fierce, golden weight, but under the shade of the mango tree in Maria’s backyard, the world felt cool and manageable. Five-year-old Lina was knee-deep in a patch of loose soil, her small hands caked in mud. She was a whirlwind of motion—bright-eyed, chaotic, and possessing a laugh that sounded like silver bells ringing through the house."Ibu, look! I found a worm! Is he the king of the garden?" Lina held up a wriggling earthworm with the pride of a conqueror.Maria looked up from her trowel, brushing a stray hair from her forehead with the back of her wrist. "He might be, Lina. But kings need their castles. Why don’t you tuck him back into the 'basement' of that marigold?""Okay!" Lina carefully patted the dirt. She worked with an intensity that Maria found both beautiful and terrifying. Every time she looked at Lina, she saw the "defiant spark" that the mysterious note had mentioned. It was there in the way she tilted her chin, in the way she asked *why* a hund
The rain had retreated to a rhythmic dripping from the roof gutters, but the air inside the kitchen remained charged with the electricity of the storm. Maria hadn’t slept. She sat at the wooden table, her hands wrapped around a ceramic mug of coffee that had long since gone cold.Her eyes, however, were fixed on the plastic laundry basket resting on the counter. It was lined with three layers of her softest yellow towels. Inside, the infant lay as still as a doll, her chest rising and falling in the deep, heavy sleep of the exhausted.Beside the mug lay the scrap of paper. The ink was jagged, bleeding into the fibers where droplets—too thick to be mere rain—had smeared the letters."Lina," Maria whispered. The name felt strange on her tongue, yet it carried a weight that seemed to anchor the room. "Lina. You have a name. You aren't just a ghost."The floorboards groaned in the hallway. Hendra walked in, his sarong tied loosely at his waist, rubbing the sleep from his eyes. He stopped
The echo of the doorbell was still vibrating in the humid air when Sari reached the mouth of the narrow alleyway across the street. She pressed her body against the rough, damp brick, her breath coming in ragged stabs."Don't look back," she whispered to herself, her fingernails digging into her palms. "If you look back, you’ll run to her. If you run to her, you kill her."Across the street, the porch light of the cream-colored house flickered. The door creaked open, throwing a long, rectangular slice of yellow light across the wet pavement. Maria stepped out, clutching her robe tightly against the morning chill.Sari watched, her heart stopping in her chest."Hello?" Maria’s voice drifted through the quiet street. "Is someone there? It’s nearly four in the morning..."Maria took a step forward, her gaze scanning the empty road. Then, her eyes dropped to the woven mat. She froze. A sharp, audible gasp escaped her lips—a sound of pure shock that carried clearly to Sari’s hiding place.
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