LOGIN"I'm sorry, sweetheart. Something urgent came up. I'll call you back later."
The short message was finally sent.
Gian stared at his phone screen for several seconds longer than usual, as if hoping Aurelia would understand. Even though he knew that, for what felt like the hundredth time, he was postponing time meant for his wife.
His thumb had hesitated before pressing send, but the reality in front of him left no room for another choice.
With a long breath
Aurelia looked at the person who had made that comment one more time, wanting to confirm what had caught her attention in the first place.She even blinked rapidly, worried her eyes had deceived her.“Don't pay too much attention to it. Just treat it like trash,” Baskara said.Aurelia nodded in agreement.The man had turned out to be nothing more than an ordinary Indonesian. Probably someone who followed business fan pages and occasionally liked pretending he knew what was going on.“Oh my God...” Aurelia muttered under her breath.She smacked her own forehead, held a long breath, then released it forcefully.Her face burned with embarrassment and relief, like someone who had just realized their fear had been completely unfounded.Her cheeks puffed out in frustration, making her look like a child annoyed with herself.She even glanced around to make sure no one had noticed how ridiculous she must have looked.Across from her, Baskara remained calm, watching her without much expression
“F-Father.”The single word left Aurelia’s lips in a shaky whisper. Her heart pounded wildly, a mixture of nerves, emotion, and a longing she had never fully acknowledged before. Her feet carried her forward almost instinctively, as though an invisible force was drawing her toward the man she had not seen in so long, her father-in-law, Mr. Mahesa.The middle-aged man turned slowly. A warm smile spread across his face, softening the authority that had dominated the meeting just moments ago. The commanding businessman seemed to fade away, replaced by the gentle presence of a father. He gave a small nod and lifted a hand, signaling for Aurelia to come closer.With hesitant but eager steps, Aurelia reached for his hand and clasped it respectfully. To her surprise, the simple touch filled her with a sense of security, something she had rarely felt, even within her own family.“Sit down first, dear,” Mr. Mahesa said kindly, gesturing toward one of the comfortable chairs in the elegant priva
Standing across the room was a tall, distinguished man whose presence commanded attention.Mr. Mahesa.Her father-in-law.His posture was impeccable, his expression professional, yet the faint smile on his face carried a warmth that only made Aurelia more nervous.Her heart pounded violently.Her hands trembled despite her efforts to keep them steady.Baskara gently patted her shoulder.“You can meet him later. For now, let’s focus.”Aurelia swallowed hard.Her knees felt slightly weak.She took her seat, opened her notebook, and uncapped her pen.Every movement Mr. Mahesa made seemed to pull at her attention like a magnet, but she forced herself to remain focused.The meeting began.Baskara and Mr. Mahesa took turns presenting their ideas, outlining business strategies and projections in clear, confident English.Aurelia recorded every figure, every argument, and every important point, occasionally glancing at the presentation screen to make sure she hadn't missed anything.Mr. Mahes
The black sedan rolled smoothly toward Melbourne’s CBD.Morning traffic was already building, cars packed tightly along the busy streets. Yet inside the vehicle, the atmosphere felt entirely different.Aurelia sat rigidly in her seat, clutching her bag against her chest. Every now and then, she glanced at her watch. Her breathing was quick, as if her heartbeat had fallen into sync with the pulse of the city around her.“How’s your first week as my assistant been?” Baskara asked.His eyes remained fixed on the road ahead while his fingers tapped lightly against the steering wheel.“It’s been okay, I guess. I still have a lot to learn. My English gets stuck sometimes, and I still need to review the meeting notes from yesterday,” Aurelia replied softly.She stared out the window and lowered her head for a moment, drawing in a deep breath to calm the anxiety lingering in her chest.“Don’t worry, Lia. It’s only your second week. Practice makes perfect.”As he spoke, Baskara gave her should
The fine dining restaurant finally fell quiet after the clients excused themselves and left. The long table, lined with crystal glasses and porcelain plates, still carried the lingering aroma of black coffee. Aurelia remained seated, her shoulders stiff, her fingers gripping the edge of her notebook so tightly that the cover was nearly crumpled.It felt as though she still couldn't breathe freely in that room.Baskara slowly rotated his coffee cup before looking at her. A faint smile crossed his face, but his gaze was far too sharp to be considered casual.“There’s no such thing as coincidence, Lia.”Aurelia immediately turned toward him. Her eyes widened, and her breath caught in her throat.“What do you mean?” she asked, her voice rising despite her efforts to stay calm.Baskara leaned back in his chair and laced his fingers together on the table. His confident smile never faded.“There’s no way I would choose a private tutor for my daughter without knowing her background. Is that a
“Excuse me, you are Aurelia, correct?”A deep voice with a distinct Australian accent cut through the low hum of conversation. Even though he was speaking English, the man pronounced her name so naturally, as if he had known it for years.Aurelia turned at once.For a moment, her heart seemed to stop before racing even faster. Her lips parted slightly, her body stiffening as she gave a small nod.“Y-yes, I am.”The man nodded slowly. His gaze never left her face, as though he were studying every detail. There was something in his eyes that went beyond simple friendliness. It was the look of someone trying to piece together a long-lost memory.“I think I’ve seen you before,” he said carefully, sounding completely certain. “Are you related to... Mahesa Group?”The color immediately drained from Aurelia’s face.Her heart pounded wildly, even harder than it had during the
“You have to fix me. Bring my confidence back.”Aurelia froze where she stood, while Gian closed the distance between them in just a few quick steps. The sudden proximity made her spin around instinctively.“I…I’m not that kind of woman,” she stammered, inching away as her hands flew up to guard he
Gian moved toward Aurelia slowly, almost soundless, closing the small distance between them. His warm breath brushed her face, and it felt like the room itself was shrinking around them.Aurelia swallowed hard. Her body went stiff, her instincts firing off warnings.“What do you want me to do?” she
“Typical gold-digger!”That was the first thing that flew out of Mrs. Lestari’s mouth this morning. Her tone was sharp, cutting, like a whip cracking across bare skin. The usually quiet house was now heavy with tension.Aurelia stayed silent. Her head bowed, her eyes fixed on the floor. She knew th
“I want to ask you something,” Gian said quietly, though his voice carried an unmistakable firmness. “Who exactly were you trying to please?”Aurelia froze. Her lips parted, but no sound came out.Madam Lestari folded her arms even tighter across her chest. “Certainly not me, Gian,” she snapped.Si







