Cahyadi Widjoyo adalah seorang bocah kecil yang sudah menjadi tukang koran keliling selama 2 tahun dipinggiran kota besar sebelum diangkat menjadi anak oleh Mr. Broto, seorang pengusaha garment dari Ibukota Provinsi. Setelah kematian Mr. Broto yang tiba-tiba, cahyadi widjoyo ‘terlempar’ kembali ke jalan, namun berkat kegigihan dan keberaniannya, dia bisa mencapai posisi tertinggi di dunia bisnis dan menjadi Milyader termuda di Negeri ini. Tanpa disadari oleh Cahyadi, perjalanan hidup yang telah dia lalui dan keputusan bisnis yang diambil olehnya ternyata membawa dia untuk membuka tabir rahasia yang selama ini tersimpan rapat di antara keluarga-keluarga kaya di negeri ini. Cara Rahasia inilah yang bisa membuat seseorang menjadi Milyarder ...
View MoreMaria sat on the edge of the bed, her eyes brimming with tears, her heart heavy with grief and bitterness. She wrapped herself tightly in the duvet, her body trembling as she sobbed uncontrollably. Anger consumed her, her face a raw canvas of pain, unable to mask the storm of emotions raging within. A lump lodged in her throat, and her legs felt too weak to carry her.
"I am sorry it happened this way," Leonard said softly, his voice tinged with regret as he stepped closer, reaching out to comfort her. Maria’s anger flared. She pushed him away with a force that surprised even herself, her fists clenched as if ready to strike. "Do not touch me!" she cried, her voice breaking. Leonard, undeterred, drew closer, his presence both intrusive and desperate. "I am sorry," he repeated, his tone pleading as he tried to pull her into an embrace. "It is always painful the first time, but I promise you, it gets better."
"You knew!" Maria retorted, her voice sharp with accusation as she turned her face to the floor, unable to meet his gaze. "You knew it was my first time, and still, you were not gentle, you didn't even seek my consent before going down on me, you took advantage of my vulnerability and now you stand here giving excuses when you cannot control those things in between your legs, "so this is how ridiculous men can be "!! she cried. You promised me love, but this… this is not love!" Her words trembled with hurt, her eyes burning with unshed tears. What is your own definition of love she asked rhetorically!! Is it about taking advantage of me, is it by playing trick on me to get me to satisfy your cravings. Now I know the kind of person that you are I pray I never set my eyes on you again. These words sank deep into the soul of Leonard who stood short of words but could only try to plead with her. The more he pleaded the more pained Maria became. Maria continued "is it because you sorted my mom's medical bill that you feel you own me now ? If you were looking for a sex toy there are so many out there you could possibly get them for yourself.
Leonard’s face softened, guilt flickering in his eyes. "If we could go back to the moment we first met, I swear I would make things right. All this pain would be a distant memory. Love can be sweet, Maria. Let me show you." His voice was gentle, coaxing, as he reached for her again.
Maria shook her head, her body weak from the ordeal. "I cannot bear this pain anymore," she whispered, her voice barely audible as she struggled to rise from the blood-soaked bed. Leonard, sensing her fragility, gently supported her, guiding her to the bathroom though not without a fight. In the shower, warm water cascaded over them as Leonard murmured soothing words. "The first time is always painful, but trust me, intimacy is a beautiful gift, one cherished by humanity." His voice was tender, but it did little to ease
the ache in Maria’s heart."I know," she replied, her voice soft and somber. "But you should have atleast seek my consent I am not an item to be used I am a human being to be loved, cherished and also prioritized. You knew it was my first time." Her words hung in the air, heavy with regret.
After the shower, Leonard escorted her back to the hotel room, where he promptly requested fresh bedsheets and ordered breakfast. As they waited, he began to speak, his voice low and reflective. He recounted how he had first noticed Maria, watching her pass by his house each morning on her way to the medical center. Her curvy silhouette had captivated him, stirring something deep within. He admitted to a moment of weakness the previous evening, when, over a bottle of champagne with his friend Fred, he had caught sight of her returning from work. Her beauty had left him spellbound, so much so that he spilled wine on the table in his distraction.
Emboldened, Leonard had approached her that night, but the rain was heavy, and Maria, in her haste, had brushed him off. Fred had laughed at his failed attempt, teasing him to "buckle up" if he wanted to win her over.
Days later, fate brought them together again. On a Sunday, as Maria returned from church, Leonard seized his chance. "Hello, damsel," he had greeted her with a charming smile. "What have I done to be ignored these past weeks? Can you not see how intentional I am toward you?" Maria, exhausted and uninterested, had replied curtly, "I am on my way home, and I am too tired for this conversation. We will talk another time." She had walked away, leaving Leonard determined to try again.Their paths crossed once more at a mall, where Maria’s ATM card was declined, threatening to humiliate her. Leonard, ever the opportunist, stepped in to cover her bill, earning her gratitude and, finally, her attention. From that moment, he showered her with gifts and took her on dates that awakened in her the love she had always longed for. Slowly, she fell for him but not without some hesitation because everything seemed to happen too fast.
Their romance led them to plan a night at Pillars Hotel, one of Louisiana’s most prestigious five-star establishments. But an emergency at the hospital forced Maria to cancel, leaving Leonard frustrated. That night, unable to contain his desires, he sought the company of a sex worker.
The following weekend, Maria was free, and Leonard arranged to pick her up from her home. he waited at her gate, her heart fluttering with a mix of excitement and apprehension. At the hotel, they were ushered to their luxurious suite and served a lavish dinner. But the evening took a somber turn when Maria received a distressing call about her mother’s sudden illness. The hospital demanded a ten-thousand-dollar deposit before treatment could begin.
Maria paced the room, her meal forgotten, her mind racing with worry. Leonard, sensing her distress, approached her. "What is wrong?" he asked gently holding her to his embrace.
Tearfully, she explained her mother’s condition and the daunting medical bill. Without hesitation, Leonard transferred twenty thousand dollars to her account, assuring her it would cover the bill and her own needs. Overwhelmed with gratitude, Maria leapt into his arms, her lips brushing against his in an impulsive kiss ‘oh sorry I didn’t mean to’ she said as she freed herself from his grip, ‘not to worry I like your lips and would love to continue’ Leonard stated still holding her tightly.
After arranging for her siblings to handle the payment and promising to visit her mother the next day, Maria turned to Leonard. "Are we spending the night here?" she asked, her voice tinged with uncertainty."Of course," he replied smoothly. "My house is not in a state to host you. I wanted the best for you tonight." Maria offered a hesitant smile, her instincts whispering doubts she could not quite articulate. As they prepared for bed, Leonard switched the room’s lighting to a soft blue glow, casting an intimate ambiance over the suite. Maria, nervous, lay on the expansive bed, her heart pounding as she fidgeted and whispered silent prayers.
Exhausted, she eventually drifted into a fitful sleep. In the dead of night, she awoke to discomfort, her senses assaulted by Leonard’s closeness. His breath was warm against her skin, his hands already tugging at her clothes. Before she could fully register what was happening, her pants were down, and Leonard’s grip tightened around her, his fingers grazing her skin with a possessiveness that made her heart race with fear.Before she could say a word she was silenced with a passionate kiss.
"Why are you doing this, Leonard?" she whispered, her voice trembling with betrayal. "I knew this was what you wanted all along. You acted so kind, so loving, just to lure me here." "I am sorry, damsel," Leonard murmured, his voice thick with desire. "I could not resist your beauty. Please, forgive me." Maria tried to protest, but her words were cut off by a rush of sensation as Leonard’s touch grew more insistent. "Stop!" she cried, her voice a desperate plea. "Leonard, no, please!" But her protests softened into faint moans as his skilled ministrations overwhelmed her senses. For thirty minutes, they moved together, her resistance giving way to reluctant surrender with screams and tears. When it was over, the bed was stained with blood her first time, marked by pain and betrayal. For a moment there was grave silence in the room as guilt bequeathed them. Leonard sat on the bed his back facing Maria who was now sobbing uncontrollably.
Maria’s tears fell freely now, her body wracked with sobs as the reality of what had happened sank in. Leonard, consumed by guilt, lay beside her, unable to sleep. At six forty-five in the morning, Maria stirred, reaching for a tissue to wipe herself, but her strength was sapped. She hurled accusations at Leonard, her voice raw with anguish. "You raped me," she said, the words cutting through the silence like a blade. I wish I never knew you "I saw a different personality in you but today you have shown me who you really are" she retorted.
Leonard, desperate to make amends, helped her to the bathroom, his apologies falling on deaf ears. After a cleansing shower, Maria sat on the freshly made bed, her mind replaying her shattered dreams. She had vowed to preserve her virginity, to dedicate her life to serving God in the church and preserving herself for her future husband as she had always wanted. Now, those aspirations felt like ashes, destroyed in a single night of deceit. Leonard sat beside her, gently patting her shoulder, wiping her tears with his handkerchief. His own eyes glistened with tears, a sight that momentarily stunned Maria. For a fleeting moment, she wondered if his remorse was genuine, but a nagging voice in her head warned her it was all a ploy.
As they ate breakfast in heavy silence, Leonard broke the quiet. "Please, Maria, do not hold this against me. I never meant for this to happen. Your beauty overwhelmed me. I tried to resist, but I could not. Please, forgive me. I promise to make this right." He was afraid because he did not know what was going on in Maria's mind at the moment but could see that she was very angry though he was a bit relieved that she even listened to him speak
Maria’s voice was cold as she replied, "I should have listened to my colleagues. They warned me about men like you. I blame myself for not seeing through your intentions. Now that you have satisfied your lust, what am I supposed to do?"
Leonard, avoiding her gaze, reached for his phone and called his driver. He left a thousand-dollar note on the table for her transportation and quietly dressed, leaving the room without another word. Maria finished her meal, her movements mechanical as she tried to process the night’s events. She stood before the mirror, her reflection a painful reminder of her disheveled state. Her hair was a mess, and with no comb in her bag, she reached for her headscarf to cover it, shame washing over her.
Suddenly, the hotel door burst open. A muscular man in his late thirties, dressed in a black suit, stood with his back to her, his presence menacing. Before Maria could speak, he stormed out, slamming the door behind him. Heart pounding, she rushed to the door, but the hallway was empty. She ran to catch up with the person but no one was in sight.
Sementara itu di lahan lokasi yang baru saja di beli oleh Cahyadi Widjoyo, Samson yang baru saja tiba menggunakan Pajero Sport putih miliknya langsung disambut oleh puluhan anak buahnya yang sudah bersiap untuk membersihkan lahan tersebut. Berdiri membentuk formasi tiga baris menghadap kepada Samson, mereka siap menerima instruksi. “Lima orang berjaga di luar menjaga parameter agar tidak ada orang yang masuk, sebagian lagi bongkar pos penjagaan yang disana sisanya bongkar pagar seng ini,” perintah Samson kepada mereka. “Siaapp bos,” jawab mereka serempak. “Kalian bertiga ikut saya,” ucap Samson sambil beranjak masuk ke dalam lokasi. Menuju ke bangunan tua yang berada di dalam lokasi, Samson memerintahkan ketiga orang anak buahnya untuk membersihkan dan mengatur di salah satu pojok ruangan yang terdapat jendela untuk tempat duduk sambil memantau aktivitas anak buahnya melalui jendela tersebut. Setelah mengatur meja dan tempat duduk untuknya, Samson duduk di pojok ruangan sambil m
Berdiri tepat di belakang Ari, Cahyadi menepuk bahunya. “Kamu masih suka main judi?” “Saya … saya bukan pemain judi Pak,” jawab Ari terbata-bata. “Saya awalnya suka nonton sabung ayam, akhirnya jadi ikut-ikutan. Tapi saya sekarang sudah tidak punya ayam lagi pak,” lanjutnya. “Jadi kamu tidak berjudi?” tanya Cahyadi memastikan. “Saya hanya suka sabung ayam pak, biasanya orang-orang pasang taruhan untuk ayam saya. Kalau menang mereka suka kasih saya uang, tapi saya sendiri tidak pernah memasang taruhan untuk ayam saya,” papar Ari. “Sepertinya kamu paham sekali ya tentang dunia sabung ayam,” ujar Cahyadi. “Iya pak, saya dulu sempat mengelola arena sabung ayam. Tapi sekarang sudah tidak lagi semenjak pulang ke kampung,” jelasnya. Cahyadi melirik kepada Wati. “Iya pak benar yang dikatakan suami saya, dulu waktu saya melanjutkan mengelola warung kedai milik abah, yang datang itu rata-rata orang yang suka pasang taruhan sabung ayam. Jadi tempat kumpul mereka kalau lagi tidak ada per
“Kriingg … kriingg … kriinggg”Telepon kamar hotel yang berada di meja samping tempat tidur berbunyi ketika matahari mulai memancarkan sinarnya melalui sela-sela hordeng jendela kamar hotel.“Halloo …” sapa Ari yang mengangkat telepon dengan ragu-ragu.“Selamat pagi pak, saya dari receptionist, ingin menyampaikan bahwa sarapan saat ini sudah tersedia di restoran samping lobby dan juga saya ingin mengingatkan bahwa nanti pukul 9.00 pagi, Bu Wati dan Pak Ari ditunggu kehadirannya di lobby,” ujar seorang wanita dari ujung telepon.“Oh iya terima kasih, saya bersama istri saya akan segera turun,” jawab Ari.“Baik terima kasih. Selamat pagi,” tutup wanita itu sopan.Ari menutup telepon dan segera membangunkan istrinya yang masih tertidur dibalik selimut.“Neng, bangun neng. Ayo mandi dulu abis itu kita sarapan. Jam 9 kita di tunggu di lobby hotel,” ujar Ari sambil menarik selimut.“Jam berapa emang sekarang bang?” tanya Wati yang masih menutup matanya.“Sekarang jam 7.15, ayo neng cepatan
“Saya akan membelinya dari Ahli Waris Pak Soleh, mereka yang mempunyai hak atas tanah tersebut,” jawab Cahyadi. “Oh, saya baru mengerti sekarang. Itulah sebabnya anda meminta kepada Pak Robert agar Wati dan suaminya didatangkan kesini supaya bisa melakukan transaksi jual beli. Tapi bagaimana dengan sertifikatnya, bukankah masih ada sama Om Aten?” tanya Chintya. Sambil menunjuk dokumen yang ada dalam map coklat di atas coffee table, Cahyadi berkata, “Semua surat-suratnya sudah ada disini. Nanti kamu tolong berikan ini ke Pak Tigor agar dia bisa siapkan segala keperluan untuk pengikatan jual beli.” Chintya memperhatikan dokumen tersebut. “Ba … bagaimana bisa semua dokumen ini secara lengkap ada disini?” ujarnya terbata-bata. Cahyadi hanya tersenyum kepada Chintya. *** Sementara itu, dua mobil terparkir tepat di depan sebuah rumah yang belum sepenuhnya jadi. Wati mengintip dari balik jendela ketika pintu mobil tersebut terbuka. Enam orang pria berbaju preman turun dari mobil ters
“Bisaa … bisaa … biar saya urus semuanya. Boss Samson tenang saja,” jawab Om Aten terbata-bata. “Kau bisa lapor polisi atas kejadian ini, atau kau bisa biarkan dia bermain bersama ikan di lautan. Tersarah kau mau pilih yang mana,” ujar Samson sambil melemparkan uang sebesar 30 Juta Rupiah dan berlalu meninggalkan mereka. Sebelum Samson meninggalkan ruangan, seorang anak buahnya bertanya sambil menunjuk ke arah para pengikut Sarap yang masih berjongkok dilantai, “Boss, bagaimana dengan mereka?” Samson menatap tajam wajah mereka satu persatu yang masih trauma atas kejadian itu. “Tunjukan kalau kalian bisa memberesi ini dengan baik, setelah itu kalian bisa bekerja ditempat ku,” ucapnya. “Baik boss … terima kasih Boss Samson,” ucap mereka bersamaan sembari membungkuk hormat kepada Samson. Samson pergi meninggalkan rumah tersebut diikuti oleh empat orang anak buahnya langsung menuju ke Menara C, kantor Cahyadi Widjoyo. Sementara itu, Cahyadi dan Chintya yang baru saja tiba di Menara
“Ini semua hanyalah salah paham, ini biasa terjadi ketika kita tidak saling mengenal. Saya baru tiba disini dan tidak mengetahui urusan kalian dan Om Aten sebelumnya. Maafkan kalau saya telah berbuat lancang kepada anda,” ujar Sarap kepada Cahyadi dengan sopan.“Selanjutnya, saya tidak akan ikut campur dalam urusan kalian. Silahkan diselesaikan dengan Om Aten,” lanjutnya.Sarap segera beranjak dan memanggil anak buahnya untuk duduk di Gazebo.Om Aten yang kebingungan menatap Cahyadi dengan gugup.Mengambil amplop besar berwarna coklat yang dibawa oleh Samson, Cahyadi berkata kepada Om Aten, “Ini uang 50 Juta Rupiah yang kamu minta sebagai kompensasi karena telah membuang-buang waktu kamu. Silahkan diambil.”“Ahh Boss Cahyadi, tadi itu saya hanya bercanda saja. Saya minta maaf jika membuat anda menanggapinya secara serius. Tidak mungkin saya berani meminta uang dari anda,” celoteh Om Aten dengan senyum yang dipaksakan.“Jadi anda tidak mau menerima uang dari saya?” tanya Cahyadi menegas
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