LOGIN“Do you trust me?”
The words slipped from Gian’s lips, cutting through the silence that had been hanging over the bedroom. His gaze locked onto Aurelia, filled with both hope and fear, as if a single word from his wife would decide the direction of their lives from this moment on.
The digital clock on the small table beside the bed read 12:47 a.m. It was well past midnight, yet neither of them showed the slightest hint of sleep. Instead, they sat facing e
“Do you trust me?”The words slipped from Gian’s lips, cutting through the silence that had been hanging over the bedroom. His gaze locked onto Aurelia, filled with both hope and fear, as if a single word from his wife would decide the direction of their lives from this moment on.The digital clock on the small table beside the bed read 12:47 a.m. It was well past midnight, yet neither of them showed the slightest hint of sleep. Instead, they sat facing each other, bodies tense, their minds crowded with the storm of the day’s events. The news had drained every ounce of their energy, forcing their senses to work beyond their limits.Aurelia drew in a long breath, trying to steady the pounding of her heart that sounded far too loud in her ears. She straightened her back, leaving the position where she had been leaning moments ago, the only posture that had given her a trace of comfort. Gian, on the other hand, was now kneeling in fron
Aurelia’s steps quickened as she finally managed to break free from the swarm of reporters. Her breathing was still uneven, her palms cold from the surge of adrenaline racing through her body. In the middle of that chaos, a familiar voice called out to her.“Lia!”Doni appeared from the side of the building, slightly out of breath himself. Without saying much, he grabbed Aurelia’s hand and pulled her away. They ran through a narrow passage between two buildings, down a metal emergency staircase that smelled faintly of rust, then out into the quiet back parking lot.“This way!” Doni said, half pulling her toward a motorcycle parked in the corner. “I told your driver to leave. Too many reporters were crowding him earlie
The voice on the other end of the phone paused, as if the reporter was deciding whether to be honest or not.“I... can’t reveal the source, sir. But the article is already being prepared. Of course, if you’d like to give a statement, we’ll present it in a balanced way.”Gian shifted his shoulder slightly, holding back the emotion pressing to surface. His eyes never left Kirana, who was now leaning back in her chair, casually playing with the zipper of her bag.“In that case,” Gian said quietly, his voice cold, “make sure whatever you write is something you can prove. I won’t hesitate to pursue legal action.”He ended the call before the reporter could reply.Silence settled over the room again. The ticking of the clock returned, soft but heavy in the air.Rafi swallowed before speaking carefully. “Sir... we could release an official statement. At least it might calm the rumors
Mornings in Jakarta are usually loud and full of energy. Engines roar along the main roads, horns blare one after another, and hurried footsteps echo as workers race against the clock.But on the second floor of the Mahesa family company’s headquarters, the atmosphere felt strangely different today. The air inside the office seemed heavy. Even the cold air conditioning could not chase away the tension creeping through the room.Whispers drifted through nearly every corner, like a restless breeze moving from one desk to another. Curious glances flickered quickly before pretending to return to computer screens.The soft chime of the elevator broke the uneasy silence.Gian stepped out, his stride steady. His suit was perfectly pressed, his tie straight, his black shoes polished. Yet tension was clearly visible in his jaw and in the sharp sweep of his gaze as it passed over every face, as if judging who had been whispering about him.He already k
The knock came again, louder this time, breaking the silence that had been filled only by the hum of the air conditioner and the rain tapping against the window. Gian stiffened. His eyes darted from the door to Kirana, trying to read the situation.“Who did you invite here?” he whispered sharply, his voice almost a hiss.Kirana leaned back in her chair, casually swirling the half-empty glass of wine in her hand. One shoulder lifted in a light shrug. “Not me.” She lowered her gaze slightly, a faint smile touching her lips. “But it seems a big problem has just come knocking on your door.”“Gian, it’s me, Rafi. Open the door.”The voice from outside was clear, firm, and slightly heavy. It was unmistakable. Gian knew it well. Rafi was not just a coworker. He was the director’s right hand, someone trusted to guard the company’s secrets.But if Rafi saw him inside a hotel room with a woman
“Well, that’s enough for today. You did really well,” Aurelia said gently as she closed the math workbook in front of her. Her smile was sincere, her eyes bright as she watched Caca, who had finally returned to her cheerful self after several days of being quiet and withdrawn.Caca nodded, her face glowing with satisfaction. “Thank you, Miss Aurelia.” Her voice sounded light, as if the weight she had been carrying was finally easing.That afternoon, the sky outside the window had begun to glow with shades of orange. The yellowing sunlight streamed into the living room, casting long streaks of light across the floor.Mr. Baskara, who had been sitting comfortably on the sofa while observing them from a distance, rose to his feet. “Let me drive you home. It’s getting late, and it’ll be dark soon,” he said kindly.Aurelia was about to respond when the ringing of her phone cut her off. She glanced at the screen. Doni’s name appeared. Instinctively, she answered.“Hello, Don?”The voice on







