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"For the time being, your workspace with Daddy will be the same so that Daddy can check and supervise your work. So, if there are any doubts or questions, you don't need to keep going back and forth just to ask," Chelsea nodded, glancing briefly at Carlos. "So, we'll be working at the same desk like this, Uncle?"
"Yes, for the time being until there's a spare office boy to deliver a desk and chair for you. And by the way, I'd like to mention that you don't need to call me Uncle anymore, but Daddy, okay?" Carlos raised both his eyebrows.
Chelsea smiled and nodded. "Of course, what's not for Daddy," she replied in a soft and seductive voice, making Carlos tempted to just hug Chelsea right now. While waiting for Carlos to discuss what Chelsea could do to help him at the office.
Of course, they were just having a casual conversation, and Chelsea responded as usual. But after receiving a text message from Vano, Chelsea reacted immediately. The man asked Chelsea to get closer to her father, and everything had to be done to make their plan work smoothly.
As a result, Chelsea unbuttoned two buttons on her top shirt, making her bolder at the moment.
"What?" Carlos lowered his glasses slightly to see what she was doing.
"It's quite hot in here. Is there no AC here?" Chelsea looked around.
"There is. Is the AC not cold enough here?"
Chelsea nodded. "Yes, proof is, I'm sweating." She wiped her neck, even though Chelsea felt cold at the moment. Her goosebumps stood up due to the cold AC temperature, but she opened two more buttons on her shirt.
So Carlos raised the AC temperature so Chelsea wouldn't feel too hot. That was Carlos' intention, even though Chelsea was really cold now because the AC temperature was too high.
"Dad, should this data also be inputted into this section? Because I want to create a table so that it doesn't look messy like this." Chelsea turned her laptop towards Carlos, slightly bending over to point to the laptop screen to make sure Carlos understood what she meant.
It wasn't really necessary to pose like that, but if Chelsea wanted to tease Carlos, she had to bend over to make her cleavage more visible.
Carlos held his breath, swallowing hard. He pushed aside the desire to peek beneath Chelsea's white shirt.
"T-this is how it is. So it should be like this."
"What's this, Dad? I don't understand," Chelsea cut in because Carlos was getting off track in explaining what data needed to be inputted.
"It's up to you. Arrange it however you want." Carlos loosened his tie slightly.
"It seems like you're right; it feels hot in here. Papa, just raise the AC temperature. I'm also feeling a bit warm." Chelsea narrowed her eyes.
"Alright, if you think so." Carlos raised the AC temperature again, making the room even colder.
Meanwhile, at the campus, Vano appeared anxious, waiting for someone in a campus room that was undergoing renovation. Since it was lunch break, the workers weren't there. Vano used this opportunity to talk to his beloved, as he didn't want any misunderstandings when Chelsea returned to campus.
Considering that Chelsea had also requested in the agreement for them to come and go together to campus. After waiting for fifteen minutes, Vano's beloved girl finally arrived. She looked neat in her faculty outfit as a lecturer.
"I'm sorry for making you wait," the girl said. Vano immediately smiled and embraced his girlfriend, leading her to a chair in the corner of the room.
"It's okay, as long as I can meet you to ease my longing."
The girl chuckled and lightly hit Vano's arm. "You're the number one when it comes to cheesy lines, but unfortunately, your GPA doesn't reflect that."
"Don't bring up GPA when we're here. To me, you're not a lecturer, but my girlfriend."
"You're quite the charmer. So, what made you rush to ask me to meet when we've already agreed that we'll only meet on specific days at the campus? For example, when you've been out of town for a while, then we schedule a meeting here. What's going on?"
Vano held his girlfriend's hand. "I've found a way to get our relationship approved."
"Really?" Of course, the girl couldn't wait to know what plan Vano had in mind to make their relationship public and possibly take it to the next level – like getting engaged while waiting for Vano to finish his studies.
"Here's the plan: I'm going to matchmake Papa with a girl."
"W-what, a girl?"
The girl, often called Celine, was taken aback. If Vano had wanted to set Carlos up with a woman, she wouldn't be surprised. But saying "a girl" was something she really didn't expect.
After all, Carlos was no longer young; he was in his forties.
"Do you mean you're going to set Papa up with a girl who hasn't been married for a long time? Or someone who has had trouble finding a partner?"
Celine quickly corrected herself, fearing that Vano might be offended because she initially thought Carlos would be paired with a teenager.
"Not exactly. She's around 21 or 22 years old. Two years younger than me."
This time, Celine was truly speechless, especially after hearing the age of the girl Vano was talking about.
"Don't you think she's too young? I mean, at that age, she'd be more suitable as a daughter-in-law, not a wife. You shouldn't do anything strange, Van. Just for the sake of approval, you're leading your dad down the wrong path."
Vano shook his head. "It's not as simple as that. We have different missions but the same goal."
"What goal?"
"The goal to separate my dad from his current girlfriend."
"But didn't you agree that your dad getting married again was a good thing? All this time, you objected only because he didn't give his approval to us, and you obviously demanded reciprocity from all of this. So, why suddenly do you want to matchmake him with a girl who will make our relationship even more complicated?"
"That's exactly why I chose a special girl."
"What do you mean?" Celine was truly puzzled because Vano hadn't gotten to the main point of the conversation since the beginning.
"Here's the thing: this girl is the daughter of my dad's current girlfriend."
"So..." Celine raised both her eyebrows.
"So, she doesn't approve of her mother marrying my dad because when they started their relationship, her mother hadn't divorced at all. She even badmouths her own father to my dad, saying that her dad likes to fool around, even though it's her mother who's been changing partners since her father went bankrupt. And her mother's bankruptcy was caused by her own foolishness."
"So..." Celine was still trying to understand.
"So, I asked her to get close to my dad and make him want to marry her. Automatically, if my dad becomes infatuated with her, he'll do anything his wife wants, right? That's where I'll ask her to persuade my dad to approve of us."
"I see, but are you sure this will all go smoothly?"
"I'm very sure because I've seen my dad quite comfortable around her. Just look, my dad even invited her to live with him."
"So, does her mother live there too?"
"Of course, they're mother and daughter. So, my goal in inviting you here is to ask for permission to come and go with her to campus every day, to prove to Papa that we are truly in a relationship."
"W-wait a minute, something seems off... You said you wanted to matchmake her with Papa, but why do you have to escort her to campus? So that your dad doesn't suspect that you..."
"Calm down, don't jump to conclusions."
Vano tightened his grip on her hand. He knew his girlfriend had misunderstood his words.
"So... coincidentally, this girl is the one Papa asked to be my wife so that I could forget about you."
"What did you say? So, all the time we've spent together isn't enough evidence for your dad that I love you deeply," Celine sighed, leaning back in her chair. If only she could turn back time, she would have prevented Vano's father from attending his cousin's wedding in Surabaya.
If only that day, Vano's father hadn't gone, then the man wouldn't have caused Vano's mother to pass away. It was indeed an accident, but in Carlos's eyes, it was premeditated murder because Celine's father was a business rival.
"Is your father so resentful of me that he went through all this trouble to find a girl to be his daughter-in-law, and I'm sure she's younger and prettier than me."
"Don't think like that. To me, you are everything, and never bring up the age difference between us. I've never cared about it. As you can see, I'm even willing to let Daddy marry a girl younger than me so that we can get his approval. I don't care whether he's happy or not; I just want him to marry a girl I can manipulate and make her fulfill my wishes.
So, I hope you'll support my plan so that we can get married. It may take quite a while, but at least there's a glimmer of hope for us to find happiness."
Celine shrugged. "Well, if that's what you want. I can only go along with it because I've already accepted all the rules set by your father."
"Don't be like that, my love." Vano hugged her and planted a kiss on the top of her head.
"You must not give up like this. Don't you see that I'm trying to fight for our relationship? If you give up like this, it would all be in vain. I'm even willing to let Daddy marry a girl much younger than him."
"Can you imagine how people will react when they find out that I have a younger stepmother than me?" Celine thought realistically that this was her last effort to gain approval after this.
Vano hoped that Carlos would give him his blessing even though their journey was still far from over.
Gibran continued, "As for our divorce, I've already agreed to it. We'll proceed with the legal process, and you'll be free to start a new chapter in your life. I hope you find the happiness you deserve."The conversation between Viska and Gibran marked the beginning of the end of their tumultuous marriage. While their emotions were still raw, they had come to a mutual understanding that it was time to move on and seek happiness elsewhere.Gibran's frustration and pent-up emotions poured out as he defended his actions. He felt betrayed by Viska, who had consistently pushed him away and made unfavorable comparisons with Nicholas. Their relationship had become a battleground of insecurities, and Gibran had sought solace with Shabila.Viska's accusations stung, but Gibran was determined to make her understand the context of his actions. He continued, "Viska, I don't want to justify what I did, but it was a result of our broken marriage. We both contributed to its downfall. I needed someth
190"Also," Bryan paused, kissing Silvi's lips briefly."Don't forget that the night we were together, I can assure you, it's my child."Silvi shook her head. "It's not Devin's child. Do you think after that night, I didn't do anything with other men? Did you really think that night was the only time someone touched me? No, there have been many other nights with so many men because I felt like I wasn't pure anymore. So I was free to do it with anyone since my life was already a mess.""S-so... instead of slightly more ruining myself, and the last time it was done to me was by Devin. That's why he's willing to take responsibility. He's also convinced that this is his child."Bryan let out a bitter laugh, releasing Silvi from his embrace. "Is that so?" He loosened his tie, which had felt suffocating after hearing Silvi's explanation. "Let's prove that what you said is true." He took off the suit jacket that clung to his body.“W-what are you doing?” Silvi stepped back. Hugging her own b
189"No way! I won't leave until I meet Gibran. He has to take responsibility for this child," Shabila insisted, refusing to budge. She held onto Viska and stood her ground."Leave, I said! Go!"Viska couldn't bear Shabila's stubbornness and forcefully pulled her arm, nearly causing Shabila to stumble."What's wrong with you!" Shabila pushed away Viska's hand and fixed her disheveled hair. "Are you afraid your husband's actions will be known to your parents? Or is it that you refuse to accept the truth?" Shabila began to rant."I don't understand what you're saying. Now leave!" Viska demanded."Wait, Viska! Mom wants to ask this woman something." Viska's mother restrained her daughter and turned to Shabila. "Why did you let my granddaughter get pregnant? Don't you know he's already married? What do you want from us? Money?"Shabila seethed with anger. Her dignity felt insulted when the middle-aged woman mentioned money."Do you think I'm a lowly woman who just surrenders her body to a
188Shabila spent the whole day in frustration, angry that she couldn't meet Gibran at his cafe. She paced back and forth in her room, thinking of ways to meet him."Do you think you can avoid me forever? You won't be able to, Gibran. I have to make you take responsibility for the child I'm carrying. You won't be able to escape. Just wait and see."Shabila clenched her fists, planning a thousand ways to meet Gibran. "If I can't find you at the cafe, I'll come to your house. Let's see if you can still avoid me," she muttered to herself.Gibran decided to visit the club where he had met Shabila some time ago. He had a bad feeling about Shabila's visit to his cafe and wanted to find out what had really happened between them that night. Honestly, Gibran didn't remember much because he had been heavily intoxicated that night.Upon arriving at the club, Gibran called one of the waitresses and conveyed his request to meet with the club's owner."I'd like to discuss something important with y
187"What brand would you like, Miss?" The employee asked while displaying several different brands of pregnancy tests.Shabila looked puzzled, which only fueled the employee's suspicions. "Is this your first time buying a pregnancy test?" she guessed with a condescending glance."Y-yes," Shabila replied hesitantly. Seeing the employee looking down on her, Shabila's heart began to boil. "I am already married, just so you know. Here's my ID," she said abruptly, opening her wallet and showing her ID card, which still stated her marital status as MARRIED. Her divorce from Arya was only religious; it wasn't legally recognized yet.Seeing the ID placed on the counter, the pharmacy employee became flustered. She was torn between embarrassment and guilt. "I'm s-sorry, Miss, I didn't mean to—""It's fine, I understand!" Shabila retorted sharply, then pointed towards the pregnancy tests. "So, which one is the best?" she asked.She deliberately didn't want to prolong the issue since she wanted
186Several days had passed, and today was the ceremonial bath event for Silvi. Everything was well-prepared, and the guests were moved by the event, which was expertly guided by the paid organizers, arranged by Silvi's parents. Silvi's large family wore matching light green kebaya, while Devin's family, who were present, wore light blue kebaya. The event was conducted with great solemnity, and Silvi looked beautiful despite wearing makeup that wasn't too flashy.This ceremony included many symbols and motifs that served as lessons or guidelines for the couple, influencing their married life. These symbols or motifs mainly conveyed advice and useful insights for the newlyweds' life together. That's why Mama Silvi insisted on holding the ceremonial bath event, even though Silvi and Devin had been married before.In addition to the food ordered for the guests and relatives, the organizers had prepared specific dishes usually served during this ceremonial bath event. These included tumpe
185Meanwhile, Silvi and Devin listened to the doctor's explanations during the examination. Silvi's pregnancy was already at three weeks. The doctor prescribed vitamins and anti-nausea medication since Silvi mentioned she often felt dizzy and nauseous. Devin didn't ask any questions because it was his first time in a obstetrician's office. He was confused about how to react. Silvi was the one who asked all the questions.Silvi got her next appointment scheduled, and then they left. Devin and Silvi went to the hospital's pharmacy to pick up the prescribed medicines first. Then, Devin asked Silvi where she wanted to go."I don't know. I just feel like lying down in my room.""Why's that? Don't you want to go out together?" Devin asked softly. They were now in the car. "How about having ice cream and buying some new sleepwear for you?""What's the point of buying sleepwear?""Because you're pregnant, and I want you to sleep comfortably. How about it?""I don't want to," Silvi said, maki
184As a father, whose heart wouldn't break upon learning that his daughter is pregnant with no official partner by her side? He felt like a terrible father, willing to do anything as long as the man who impregnated his daughter, Silvi, would take responsibility.Pregnancy is never an easy journey for a woman, especially without a husband by her side. The man Silvi referred to as the father finally decided to find Devin, the man who should be held accountable for what happened to Silvi. He took a taxi to Devin's whereabouts, hoping that he would indeed be there. Impatiently sitting in the taxi, the weary-looking man, no longer in his youth, stared at his phone screen. The journey from the city to the village was quite long, which was why he opted for a taxi. Besides, he didn't want any unpleasant conversations about Silvi if he had brought his driver along.Fortunately, he found out about Silvi's pregnancy before it was too late, or who knows what might have happened. He sighed wearil
183Nicholas didn't want anything to happen to their unborn child. So, he tried his best to grant her wishes. Besides, Alesya's request was relatively easy to fulfill, and it had been quite some time since they had visited her hometown."Are you happy?" Nicholas asked.Alesya turned and nodded. "I've really missed my hometown. As nice as it is to live in the city, the hometown is the number one place to visit," Alesya replied. "Besides, all my childhood memories are buried there."Hearing Alesya's response, Nicholas could only smile. He, who had lived in the city since childhood, never experienced life in the village. So, he didn't fully understand what Alesya meant. In his mind, Alesya might just miss the peaceful atmosphere of the village because the city was quite noisy."Get some rest; I'll wake you up when we arrive," Nicholas said after a moment of silence."Okay."Alesya adjusted her seating position to make herself more comfortable. She also slightly reclined her seat to make