Their argument sounded increasingly heated, and Adelia felt like she was in the middle of a complicated situation. She was unsure whether or not she should interfere, but seeing that Ward looked like he needed support, she desperately wanted to come out of her hiding place.
“Listen, Mom. I don't want to get caught up in a Forced Marriage. It won't work out well for happiness,” Edward said in a soft tone after a while. The man tried to explain to his mother once again.
Maya Ofel only snorted and folded her arms across her chest, hearing Edward's words.
“Adelia, the woman I love is also involved in a Forced Marriage with an Arrogant Heir, Afgan Al-Futtaim by name. She's not happy, Mom,” Edward continued as he took his mother's hand in his.
“What are you saying, she's Al-Futaim's wife? You're crazy!”
Maya Ofel said as she glanced around with a look full of annoyance. unintentionally, Maya saw Adelia who was hiding.<
Adelia was unconscious, but could still hear the voices of the group who wanted to harm her. With the remaining consciousness, faintly, Adelia was horrified when one of the men in the group tried to pin her down, she tried to resist with what strength she had left, but the cruel act was stopped abruptly. The sound of quick steps approached, and Afgan appeared among them.Adelia's hand reached out to Afgan, who was staring at her with the piercing eyes of a hawk. “To ... long!” exclaimed Adelia with sweat already drenching her body that was filled with a strange passion.“What do you think you're doing? RELEASE HIM!”The man on the bed chuckled and then gave the code to the other two men to take care of Afgan while he began to launch his action.“Don't...” Adelia tried to resist with all the strength she had left.Without giving them a chance to say more, Afgan launched his attack.Bugh!!! A punch was
Adelia was breathing heavily and her sweat soaked almost all of her upper body. The upper garment Adelia was wearing was also wet so that the curves of the woman's upper body were clearly printed. Such a sight made Afgan's heart flutter and he felt awkward.Afgan immediately laid Adelia down on the bed, then stepped into the bathroom.He quickly filled the bathtub with cold water. He had to cool down his wife's body, which was already under the influence of the medicine dissolved in the drink.After it was filled quite full, Afgan returned to the room and found Adelia already undressing herself without full awareness.“Hot ... very hot. Help me,” whimpered Adelia as she twisted her body in a brazen fashion.Gluck!Afgan was dumbfounded and frozen where he stood at the sight of the very sight that aroused him as a normal man.His own breathing began to quicken and his pants began to get tight. “Shit!” he screech
The hot night is back, both of their breaths rushing. Afgan, consciously enjoying the sensitive spots on Adelia's body, made Adelia sigh involuntarily. In their minds flashed a night they had once experienced without realizing it.Occasionally, Afgan would furrow his brow, but every time he stopped his movements, Adelia would guide him back into a strange passion.“No, this is wrong!” Afgan exclaimed suddenly. Meanwhile, Adelia was still babbling incoherently because her body still felt hot despite the cold shower.“Adelia, we can't have a relationship like this. We're going through...” Afgan's words stopped, looking at Adelia who looked at him with watery eyes.She knew what he wanted to say. A divorce!Adelia pulled the blanket over her exhausted body. The hot night that was about to happen was canceled. Adelia turned her body to face Afgan. The man's words rang in her ears. “Even in my
Sunlight streamed in through the cracks in the curtains blown by the coastal breeze, the sound of the roaring waves that greeted her made Adelia feel very comfortable in her sleep.She smiled and hugged her pillow with a sense of utmost contentment. It seemed as if she was dreaming of making love and having another hot night with the mysterious man who had once taken away her honor.“It's so comfortable, as if it's not a dream,” Adelia murmured while stroking Afgan's broad chest in her arms.Suddenly Adelia stroked the body of the man she felt so real and was holding in her sleep.“Why does it feel so real? The curves of the chest and the boxy stomach.” Adelia muttered to herself, still with her eyes closed.“Have you touched me enough? Don't provoke anymore, usually men won't be able to resist passion, especially in the morning,” Afgan's arrogant baritone voice sounded very clear and close.Adelia immedia
Arriving home, Adelia was eager to lay down her tired body, but she got a call on her cell phone.The phone screen showed the name Mrs. Smith-CEO of the hotel. Lazily, Adelia picked up the call from Mrs. Smith.[“Yes, Mrs. Smith. What's up?”]["What are you doing? Why didn't you come to work today? Hasn't your leave run out?"]Adelia put her ears away as Mrs. Smith's loud voice was deafening.“I ... I'm sick,” Adelia lied.[Mrs. Smith] “Sick? You're lying, someone saw you taking a walk with our guest, Edward Ofel. You're heading to the beach!"]Mrs. Smith's voice made Adelia even more annoyed and then turned off the call.“Edward? who said that?” asked Adelia in confusion. How could she have a stalker when she never felt important.However, her cell phone rang again.[“Anyway, you have to go to the office today, you have an honored guest to take care of
Before Adelia could answer the question from her two in-laws, there was a loud banging from outside the door.Achmed furrowed his brow and said, “Who would dare to be insolent like that?”To prevent her parents-in-law's anger from escalating further, Adelia immediately raised both hands.“I'll open the door, there might be something important,” said Adelia as she stepped towards the door.How surprised Adelia was when she opened the door, because at the door was Afgan, who had a murderous aura on his face.“Afg...”Afgan roughly pushed Adelia's body backwards while saying in a high voice, “Who is the honorable guest you are serving now, you woman...”Afgan's words were cut off as his eyes caught sight of his parents who were also staring at him with astonished faces.“Bye, Dad ... Mom ...,” Afgan shouted then stepped hugging the mother with a style as if innocent.
Adelia and Afgan were silent in the luxurious square car. There was nothing they could do because Afgan's father and mother were in control at the moment.Afgan had to obey when his mother insisted on everything, just like tonight.“We're going to enjoy our vacation with you, I hope you can spare us even if it's just for a week,” Kanya said as she patted the back of Adelia's hand with a warm smile on her face that twinkled with pleasure, while Adelia sat next to Afgan. Achemed sat in the front, next to the driver's seat.They chatted amiably except for Afgan and Adelia who preferred to remain silent.“Why don't we go to the movies tonight, Mom wants to see the latest action series,” Kanya said suddenly.“No need, isn't there a movie room in the mansion too? Papa has a lot of work, you can watch it at the mansion while Afgan and Papa can discuss some office issues,” Achmed said.However, his words were met
The room was decorated with fresh flowers and the scent of candles created a romantic atmosphere. Adelia and Afgan sat at the end of the bed, their faces reflecting awkwardness.Inwardly, they questioned how their room seemed to have been deliberately prepared beautifully as befitted a couple about to have their first night.Adelia sat down on the edge of the luxurious bed in an annoyed tone and said, “This doesn't make sense, Afgan. Why do we have to get married just like that? We don't even love each other.”Afgan tried to calm Adelia down by sitting beside her. “We can make this work. Maybe we'll find common ground between our differences,” Afgan said and looked deeply into Adelia's clear eyes.They stared at each other for a long time before Adelia finally snorted and frowned as she remembered Afgan's cell phone call that bought a luxury bag for Melinda, while he never bought anything for her who was already a wife who was alwa
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