Chapter 4. You're too much!

The next day, the sun has risen with warm rays shining through the hotel room window. A tension was still in the air after last night's heated argument.

Adelia opened her eyes with a heavy feeling in her chest. Her mind was filled with uncertainty, anxious about her future with Afgan. However, although her heart was filled with worry, she refused to sink into despair. With strong determination, she forced herself out of bed, even though her legs felt so heavy.

Sitting on the edge of the bed, Adelia drew courage from within herself. She spoke to herself, “I have to be strong. I must move forward, even if those steps feel difficult. I must not let sadness stop my life. I must work, build my own future.”

After taking a deep breath, she got up and stepped towards the bathroom. Warm water splashed over her body, trying to ease the burden of her thoughts. Under the shower, she let the water run over her head, trying to wash away all her worries and uncertainties.

After the shower, Adelia dried her body carefully, caring for herself with great care despite her broken heart. She put on her work clothes steadily, trying to display a sense of confidence that she might not feel at the moment.

When she looked in the mirror, she saw sad eyes and a tired face. However, underneath that fatigue, there was a newfound resilience. She spoke to herself again, this time in a stronger voice, “I can get through this. I am a strong woman, and I will not let circumstances defeat me.”

With newfound vigor, Adelia rushed out of the hotel room that served as her pseudo-bride's night room.

Although her heart was still full of uncertainty, she knew that she had to face the day with courage and determination. Her first step into an unknown future might be tough, but she was ready for it.

With steady steps, she walked out of her door, ready to face the outside world with her newfound determination.

Meanwhile, Afgan, feeling angry and disappointed wakes up with a heavy head. Last night he decided to leave the bedroom that was supposed to be their bridal night.

Luck had a way of saying otherwise when Adelia found out that their bridal suite was in the hotel where she worked.

“I don't need to rush. Just go downstairs,” Adelia muttered as she descended the stairs.

When she arrived at work, her heart was still pounding. She didn't know how to behave when she met Afgan. Her worries grew when she saw Afgan coming down the stairs to the hotel lobby. His face was tense, eyes that had previously been full of anxiety, now looked cold and filled with hatred.

They met at the foot of the stairs, amidst the glitter of a bright morning. However, the bright impression vanished as soon as he saw Afgan's hard, angry expression.

Adelia tried to smile, tried to find the right words to say, but Afgan just missed it. He walked away, without saying hello, without a word. His departure left Adelia with a broken heart and teary eyes.

In her office, Adelia tried to focus on her work, trying to forget the bitter encounter. However, her mind kept wandering to the final moments of their argument, when sharp words were spoken in anger and hurt. She wondered where it went wrong, why her life could turn so quickly into such sharp hatred.

While she was busy thinking about it all, Melinda, her caring coworker, approached Adelia. Seeing the gloomy expression on Adelia's face, Melinda asked gently, “What's the matter, Adelia? You look very disturbed.”

“Did you deliver the wedding suit properly? Did something happen?”

Adelia looked at Melinda, trying to hold back her tears. In a low voice, she wanted to tell her about their argument last night and the bitter encounter in the hotel lobby, but Adelia decided against it because it was a disgrace.

Melinda looked at her with concern, offering her shoulder as a support for the devastated Adelia.

“Can you tell me about what happened, dear?” Melinda asked, trying to understand the situation better.

Adelia sighed deeply, trying to muster the courage to tell her story. However, not a single word came out.

“No..., there's no problem, it's just... it's about my father's debt,” Adelia tried to lie.

“Melinda, I have to keep working here. I have to pay a huge amount,” Adelia said hoarsely, trying to digest everything that had happened.

Melinda took Adelia's hand empathetically. “Debt can be complicated, Adelia. But I'll let you take more night shifts to cover for me.”

Melinda leaned closer and whispered something in Adelia's ear, “I'll have another job.”

Adelia nodded, trying to calm her emotional turmoil. She knew that Melinda always supported her. Afterwards, Adelia went to escort the newly arrived hotel guests to the room along with Melinda.

Meanwhile, Afgan approached the reception desk to ask who was on duty the previous night.

“Yes? Can I help you?” asked the hotel clerk who was on duty at the reception desk.

“I want to know who was working last night, he delivered my bridal suit,” said Afgan.

“Is there a problem with the suit?”

“Oh, no. I just forgot to thank you.”

The other hotel clerk checked the shift data for a moment before replying, “Okay, the hotelier on duty at that time is named Melinda. Do you want you to contact her?”

“Oh no, give me her cell phone number. I'll call her myself.”

Just as the hotelier was about to give Melinda's cell phone number, Adelia was already coming down the stairs. Melinda was beside her and still trying to comfort her friend.

Their two eyes met and there was a hint of hatred there.

“Ah, this is Melinda. This guest is looking for you,” said the hotel clerk.

Afgan looked at Melinda with a feeling of guilt that tormented him, Melinda's figure was just as he imagined, beautiful, beautiful and charming with both eyes shining beautifully.

Afgan did not glance at Adelia who was next to Melinda. The three people stood still in front of the reception desk and there was a moment of silence.

“What's looking for me?” asked Melinda in surprise.

Adelia looked at Afgan with great envy as her husband's eyes stared at Melinda unblinkingly.

“I have some questions for you, let's talk,” said Afgan and pulled Melinda's hand to follow him.

“Uh, this is...  Lia,” Melinda said in confusion while turning to Adelia who was looking at them with a face that was already bright red.

The husband she had just married last night had chosen to sleep in another room and this morning was pulling on the hand of her work friend. How could she not be more upset.

 “Change!” Melinda shouted in passing.

Adelia swallowed her saliva with difficulty, she was only supposed to fill in today's attendance and take the day off for swapping work with Melinda, but instead her friend was traveling with her husband and she had to fill in her work schedule again.

“What's going on between him and Melinda?” Adelia asked herself curiously while staring at the shadows of the two people who were already moving away and heading out of the hotel.

Adelia still poked her head out and saw how Afgan opened the door of the blue sports car and invited Melinda in by spreading one hand.

“Afgan ... you're too much!”