Melinda felt confused and froze where she stood.
“Melinda?” Afgan immediately approached Melinda while holding her sore cheek.
Melinda was still trying to assemble the pieces of the mystery regarding the relationship that existed between Adelia and Afgan.
“I'm not wrong with? You guys ... You're husband and wife?” asked Melinda in confusion.
Afgan reached for Melinda's hand, but she immediately brushed it away roughly. It was as if she felt cheated by the two people who were looking at her with their own thoughts.
“Melinda, listen to me first,” Afgan said softly, while Adelia felt the flames of jealousy burning even more inside her.
“Yes, you heard me right! We're husband and wife and we just got married!” Adelia exclaimed, her eyes challenging Melinda.
“The handsome man you want to ch
Adelia returned to the reception desk to answer the call.[What did you say? Edward Ofel?][Yes, Mrs. Smule. Is something wrong?][Quickly show me the way to the presidential suite. He is the owner of the largest shipping share of the Ofel group. Don't let him down. Forget about any administrative records!][Ba-good, Mrs. Smule]Adelia was about to hang up the call, but there was still a voice from the other side.[Serve him well, or if he's disappointed, then I'll have to fire you][Ba-well,]Adelia swallowed her saliva quickly and then immediately ran back to the lobby to bow respectfully to Edward Ofel who was still looking at her with a warm face.“Sorry, Mr. Edward. Your room is already available. I'll take Tuan up to your room,” said Adelia in a huff and awkwardly.
“Sorry,” Edward said trying to be polite.Degh!Suddenly the elevator lights came back on, Adelia breathed with relief.“It's on,” she said, looking at Edward.“Your face is flushed.” Edward said with a smile. He found Adelia quite attractive.“Afgan is your husband and you just had a forced marriage?” Edward asked suddenly.Adelia was silent and chose not to look at Edward. She stared at the elevator button screen furiously, she felt like time was taking forever until the elevator finally reached the presidential suite floor.Ting!The elevator doors opened, Adelia spread her hands in a professional manner and then bowed her body while holding the elevator card and handing it to Edward.“Please Mr. Edward, this is the electronic card for the e
“How about I buy you dinner?” Edward said, breaking the silence between them.Adelia wiped away the flowing tears again hurriedly.“I just want to go home,” Adelia said softly.When they arrived in front of Afgan's house, Adelia got out of the car with a heavy heart. She thanked Mr. Edward for the ride he had given her.Just as she was about to turn around, Adelia realized something strange.“How did you know the address and drive me here?”Edward smiled warmly, “wasn't it very clear earlier, you are the newly married wife of Afgan, that arrogant heir.”Edward chuckled at his own words.“Afgan and I have known each other for quite some time.”Adelia nodded and then began to step into the house. The security guard opened the tall gate and
Just like the previous morning, Adelia arrived at the hotel where she worked with a sluggish step. After all, she had to keep working in order to pay off her father's debt, which was still outstanding even though she had received a substantial dowry.Hearing instructions from her CEO that there was a work meeting downstairs, Adelia went straight to the room where the hotelliers were usually briefed for the meeting.Adelia entered the meeting room with hesitant steps. There were already several employees there as well as the CEO, Mrs. Smule.Unsuspecting, she looked around the room, looking for a place to sit. When her gaze fell on the figure sitting in the middle of the meeting chair, her heart almost stopped beating. A deep sense of shock hit her when she realized that it was Afgan, the husband who hated her.“Afgan!?”She looked at him wide-eyed, her lips pres
Melinda said in a spoiled voice that was deliberately loud so that it could be heard by other people too, apart from Adelia.The other employees and hoteliers only smiled because they knew that Adelia was the character Melinda wanted to bother, so they chose to remain silent as an act of professionalism at work.Melinda said arrogantly, making Adelia upset. Especially when she found out that the owner of the hotel was her own husband.Apart from Melinda, no one knew that Afgan, the handsome but arrogant hotel owner, was her husband. Adelia clenched her hands tightly.However, Adelia couldn't do anything because their marriage was a secret, unknown to everyone.“What do you want, Melinda?” Adelia's voice was raised. A sharp gaze was directed at Melinda.Mrs. Smule and Afgan had finished talking and they returned to the meeting room to retrieve the
Honey, I'll pick you up later this afternoon after work, sorry if I can't join you for lunch.”The familiar voice made Adelia start to feel annoyed again. She chose to pretend not to see. Adelia knew that Afgan and Melinda were heading her way.“... but, I want to room with you.” Melinda's spoiled words made Adelia's blood boil even more.Grumpily, she left the reception desk and deliberately passed in front of the two disgusted lovebirds with a cardboard box containing quite a lot of documents in her hand.“You disgust me. Go find a room if you can't stand it anymore!” Adelia then glanced at Afgan, who seemed to have anger in his eyes.“As the owner of the hotel, of course you have the right to all the room keys, be careful!” Adelia approached Afgan and half-whispered, “Choose a room that doesn't have surveillance cameras!”
Adelia looked at Edward with a curious look. “Why do you have to stay until the weekend and what do you want to prove?” Adelia asked.Edward gave a warm smile and then wiped away the remaining tears on Adelia's cheeks with his thumbs.“I don't like seeing a woman as beautiful as you having to cry like this. How about I cheer you up by treating you to dinner? Hmm, you owe me two cups of coffee, don't you?”Edward held her hand on his chin with a warm gaze, making Adelia's heart begin to flutter. She tried to save her awkwardness by carrying the cardboard boxes to the warehouse.Edward helped Adelia put the cardboard box she had been holding into the warehouse. “What about my offer? What time are we having dinner?”Adelia still felt uncomfortable about going home at night. So far, Afgan's view of her had been very unfavorable, what if she still w
“How was your day, Adelia?” asked Afgan suddenly in a voice that sounded hollow, as if he was just trying to find a topic of conversation.“Fine,” Adelia replied briefly, without giving any details. Instead, she was busy sticking her head out to see what she could eat at the long table.They began to put food on their plates, but there was no other sound except for the sound of spoons and forks touching plates. Everything felt restrained and formal, with no warmth or closeness between them.Although the food was delicious, the cold and stiff atmosphere enveloped them like a night fog enveloping a city.Although they were in the midst of luxury, the emptiness in their relationship was obvious.Adelia still wondered to herself why Afgan had suddenly asked her to dinner. However, the delicious food made her not care about that. Her stomach was hungry and need
Afgan snorted and went into the master suite.Melinda began to feel isolated and unsupported. When she tried to talk to Afgan's family, they just rolled their eyes and avoided talking about their domestic problems.One lonely Sunday, Kanya, Afgan's mother, suddenly came to visit Shintya. She focused on playing and joking with her granddaughter. Melinda's presence was simply ignored.A distraught Melinda tried to seek support from Afgan's mother, hoping to find understanding or a solution. However, her hopes were dashed when she spoke to her mother-in-law.Melinda approached Kanya who was playing with Shintya and said in a soft tone. "Mom, I feel lost in our marriage. Afgan is getting distant, and I don't know what to do."Kanya, Afgan's mother, a stern and cold woman, just smiled sarcastically. She already knew all of Melinda's dark secrets. As well as her involvement in the deception of Afgan's fateful night out."Oh, Melinda, you're always so dramatic. Marriage is hard, wasn't this
Achmed gripped his staff angrily. Afgan had dared to challenge him by allowing the woman who had the affair to stay in the house and look after the child.He himself was suspicious about the authenticity of his grandson being a biological grandson, but somehow he had to trust the DNA report.No one will ever know how Melinda managed to outsmart the test results.Achmed's fear is that Melinda will have a bad influence on his grandson's development."Why is he still unwilling to let her go? She will only bring bad influence to Shintya, my beloved granddaughter!" Achmed said as he turned to his wife who was acting indifferent.Kanya was busy knitting a scarf. The woman only snorted softly at her husband's frustration."Shintya still needs a mother, maybe your son is holding back the woman who cheated on him for this reason," Kanya said while still knitting the yarn to make the scarf."Look, is the length of this scarf suitable for Shintya?" asked Kanya as if she didn't care about Melinda
After all the secrets were revealed, Afgan decided to visit the cemetery, where Adelia, his long-dead first wife, was buried. He walked alone among the tombstones, staring at the picture of Adelia on her grave.Afgan's face was full of regret and devastation. "Adelia, I'm sorry. I have wasted your love and sacrifice. I was so stupid," he murmured, eyes full of tears.Afgan sat in front of Adelia's grave, letting his emotions explode. He was devastated, not only by the breakdown of his marriage to Melinda, but also by the realization that Adelia had given him everything, and he had never fully appreciated it."Adelia, I know I've made you lonely all this time. You deserve better than me. I can't apologize to you directly, but I promise, I will learn from my mistakes. May you be at peace there," said Afgan while wiping away the tears that kept flowing.As Afgan sat in the cemetery, he realized how futile his struggle to find happiness in the wrong place had been. Despair crept into his
Afgan sat at his desk, a pile of documents piled up in front of him. Reports from the investigators he had hired provided clear evidence of Bayu and Melinda's affair.Some of Bayu and Melinda's togetherness was caught on camera."This evidence should be enough to convince you that Shintya is not my daughter!"Afgan's life as a successful businessman was suddenly shaken by feelings of suspicion. He began to smell unfaithfulness in the air, and his intuition led him to Bayu.After conducting a discreet investigation, Afgan became convinced that Bayu was the man behind his wife Melinda's affair. Maybe it was just a baseless feeling of suspicion, but Afgan couldn't resist seeking the truth. His decision to send some people to spy on Bayu and arrest him was taken without hesitation."I'll ask Bayu myself before giving these documents and evidence to Father!" Afgan exclaimed, pounding the table. The male heir was helpless when faced with Father's decision to favor his grandson.Afgan was ce
The next day, Melinda came home with a sluggish face and a tired body. Bayu had attacked her so hard that she felt a sting between her thighs.Carrying Shintya, the woman shouted at her servant."Take care of the child first and call Aunt Kusuk!" she ordered and strode irritably to the room.All the clothes were placed unceremoniously on the floor. The woman quickly made her way to the bathroom.Not long after, Aunt Kusuk came in and Melinda quickly got out of the bathtub wearing only a bathrobe."I'm so tired, put all your energy into giving me a massage!" ordered Melinda as she lay face down on the bed.The therapist, who was giving Melinda a massage, occasionally furrowed her brow as she watched Melinda's body covered in tiny blues and hickeys.After finishing Melinda's massage, the therapist quickly left the room. Her mistress was already fast asleep.The therapist immediately reported everything she had seen to Afgan.
Bayu sits in the corner of the cafe with a serious expression. Melinda enters the room, and their gazes meet. They sit in a quiet corner, under dim lights. Tension hung in the air."How did you find me after so long?" asked Bayu with a questioning, longing look on his face.Melinda took a deep breath before answering, "Afgan and I, we've been drifting apart. Something is wrong, and I feel like I'm losing him. I miss him, Bayu."Bayu looked into Melinda's eyes, trying to read what was really going on. “So, what do you want from me, Melinda?”Melinda was shaken. "I don't know, Bayu. Maybe I'm looking for answers. Maybe I'm looking for support. I feel alienated in my own home."Bayu nodded, feeling sympathetic. They engaged in an open conversation, expressing their respective anxieties. They talked about their overly complicated lives, about the haunting past, and about the sense of loss they felt.Occasi
Melinda approached him, gritting her teeth. "Time? It's been a year!""Shintya needs her father, now! You're going to ruin her first birthday with her father's absence?"Afgan growled, "You don't understand!""You don't understand, Afgan! You make Shintya and me feel insignificant!" Melinda shouted, eyes glazed over.Afgan felt stabbed by those words, but he persisted. "I'll be gone for a while, Mel. This is important to me.""And what is important to you, Afgan? What did you choose to miss this moment for?" Melinda tried to get his attention by grabbing the sleeve of Afgan's shirt."Let go!" she exclaimed.Afgan shook his head. "You can't just force me to leave Adelia.""She's dead, Afgan! Please come to your senses!"The argument escalated, and a tense atmosphere pervaded their home. Melinda felt disappointment and frustration growing inside her. Afgan, fixated on his inability to let go of the past, decided to leave w
Melinda felt a change in her relationship with Afgan. Although their home was again full of laughter and jokes, there was an ice that had slipped between them. Every day, Melinda felt like she was facing a cold wall that she couldn't break through. The once beautiful landscape became increasingly bleak.Melinda tried to find answers within herself. She brooded in the middle of the night, sitting on her bed with her mind in turmoil. The silence of the house was only interrupted by the wind tapping on the windows. "Why has everything changed?" she muttered to herself."Why is there no love from Afgan at all even though I got rid of that pesky woman?"Melinda always slept alone without Afgan. The cold nights were shared only with her little daughter who often woke up at night to ask for milk.A message arrived on Melinda's cell phone in the middle of the night, as she was giving milk to the little one.[Already asleep?]Melinda simply read the
That morning, the sun shone down on their house. Afgan sat on the terrace, gazing at the garden that was slowly recovering from its sadness. Today he wasn't working because it was the first day of 2024.All employees were closed and Afgan had no reason to work. The gaze of the man looked pseudo and passionless.Even though the house was quiet with most of the servants on leave, there was still the occasional sound of little Shintya crying.However, the man did not respond to the cries at all.Melinda came out of the house, realizing that their conversation last night still left a wound in Afgan's heart.“I'm sorry, Afgan,” Melinda said regretfully. Her hands made a tray of tea and glasses. Melinda stepped closer to Afgan and tried to soften the heart of the man who became her husband.“I know it's complicated, and I want to make you ha