LOGINThe voice belonged to a young reporter who was now standing with his phone held high. Instinctively, several other cameras turned toward him.
“What do you mean?” Gian asked, trying to keep his tone steady.
“This video just started circulating on social media,” the reporter replied, his voice trembling b
Gian kept his promise and carried Aurelia home in his arms. His wife’s small body felt light against him, even though Aurelia had already complained several times, asking him to put her down.“That’s enough already, Gian. I can walk on my own, you know,” Aurelia protested lazily, her cheeks flushed red with embarrassment.But Gian only shook his head, a faint smile resting on his lips. “I already promised I’d carry you, remember? So don’t argue.”At first, Aurelia thought Gian was taking her straight back to their apartment. But when the car stopped on a narrow road lined with towering trees on both sides, suspicion slowly crept into her heart. The air around them felt cool, carrying the scent of damp leaves. Her eyes narrowed in confusion.“Don’t tell me… we’re going back there again?” she asked softly, her voice a mix of uncertainty and excitement.Gian’s smile w
“I’m hungry.”Those two short words made both Gian and Rafi look at her at the same time. Aurelia wore a deep pout, her small lips pushed forward as she gently pulled her hand away from Gian’s tight grip.“Does your office not have any food at all?” she continued, her voice carrying the soft whine of someone expecting an immediate answer.Gian instantly fumbled for words while Rafi tried to hold back a laugh. The husband quickly gestured to his assistant and whispered, “Tell the office boy to bring some food up here.”But Aurelia did not give anyone the chance. She had already started listing her order out loud.“I want cherry fruit, banana cheese bolen pastry, and martabak with curry sauce.”Rafi chuckled quietly, trying to hide his smile behind a professional expression. Gian swallowed. “Yes, yes. You heard her, Rafi. Hurry up and get it. Don’t get it wrong.”
The voice belonged to a young reporter who was now standing with his phone held high. Instinctively, several other cameras turned toward him.“What do you mean?” Gian asked, trying to keep his tone steady.“This video just started circulating on social media,” the reporter replied, his voice trembling between nerves and excitement. “And… I think everyone needs to see it.”Without waiting for permission, he turned his phone screen toward the crowd of reporters. Some of them immediately shouted in surprise, while others lifted their cameras to capture what was playing on the screen.The footage was shaky, as if it had been recorded in secret. A woman sat on a w
The atmosphere in the Mahesa family living room was still thick with tension. Aurelia sat upright, even though her heart was pounding hard in her chest. Across from her, Mrs. Lestari watched with a cynical gaze, as if every inch of Aurelia’s presence was a mistake.“You look perfectly healthy for someone who claims to be sick,” her mother-in-law said, the corner of her lips curling into a mocking smile.Aurelia drew a slow breath. All this time, she had chosen to stay quiet, leaving everything to Gian. But this time, something inside her pushed her not to remain passive.In a gentle but firm voice, Aurelia replied, “Thank you for your concern, Mother. But the illness I experienced isn’t something that can always be seen from the outside. I’ve learned that not every wound can be judged by a face that looks perfectly fine.”For a moment, the room fell silent. Mrs. Lestari said nothing, clearly not expecting Aurelia to answer like that. Gian turned his head, looking at his wife with brig
“My guess was right, wasn’t it? Your precious daughter-in-law couldn’t handle being part of this family.”The sharp remark slipped easily from Mrs. Lestari’s lips. Her tone dripped with mockery, as if the victory belonged to her. Her gaze stabbed toward Mr. Mahesa, who had once looked so proud of Aurelia.But Mr. Mahesa did not stay silent. His face hardened, though the calm dignity of a father still lingered in his expression. “Don’t forget that the real troublemaker is Kirana. That girl who’s always around you.” His voice was low and heavy with pressure.“She was only defending herself,” Mrs. Lestari shot back, lifting her brows arrogantly. A trace of resentment trembled beneath her words, as if she was trying hard to hide the unease she truly felt.“So you trust her more than your own son?” Mr. Mahesa replied again.Gian, who sat on the other side of the table, simply let out a sigh. He had no interest in listening to the endless argument between his parents. “I’ll have breakfast u
The wall clock had just struck four in the morning when Gian woke up. For a moment he thought he was still trapped in a nightmare, but the next second his awareness returned fully, and the empty side of the bed made panic rise in his chest.He turned his head, and sure enough, his wife was not lying there.His eyes quickly found Aurelia in the corner of the room, sitting cross-legged on the floor with a laptop open on her lap. Her hair hung loose and messy, her pale face lit by the glow of the screen. Beside her sat a cup of coffee that was nearly empty.“Sweetheart?” Gian called softly, his voice still rough with sleep.There was no response. Aurelia’s fingers kept moving quickly across the keyboard, occasionally pausing before she clicked something with intense focus.Gian got up and walked closer. Only when he was a few steps away did Aurelia glance up suddenly, as if she had just realized he was there. Her gaze was sharp, though the exhaustion in her eyes could not be hidden.The







