MasukThat morning, the smell of toasted bread and freshly brewed coffee filled the kitchen. Sunlight streamed through the sheer curtains, casting a soft glow over the dining table. Gian sat neatly dressed in a light blue work shirt, while Aurelia sat across from him with her hair tied back casually and her laptop open in front of her. She stirred a glass of warm milk but still hadn’t taken a sip.“Sweetheart, are you sure you don’t want to rest before heading to campus?” Gian asked, gently touching the back of her hand.Aurelia shook her head. “I have a meeting with my advisor today. Professor Malika said she wanted to go over the methodology and research instruments I used before. If I put it off, the revisions are only going to pile up.”Gian nodded. He knew how much of a perfectionist Aurelia was when it came to academics.“You can do it,” he said lightly, trying to encourage her. “Think of it as one mor
“Sweetheart…”Gian’s voice nearly broke. “Look at your finger. This isn’t about the ring anymore.”Aurelia burst into tears. “But this is… our ring, Gian.”Gian wrapped an arm tightly around her, trying to comfort her even though his own hands were trembling. Mrs. Lestari gently rubbed Aurelia’s shoulder, while Mr. Mahesa was already pulling out his phone to find the fastest way to get help.“If we wait any longer, this could become dangerous,” his father said firmly. “Let’s go now. I’ll have the driver bring the car around.”Aurelia could only sob against Gian’s chest. The pain in her finger was getting sharper, making her breathing uneven.Gian looked at his wife’s tear-streaked face, his heart aching as if someone were squeezing it in a fist. He felt guilty, frustrated, and terrified all at once.“Hang in there
That evening, the restaurant they chose was relatively quiet. Warm pendant lights cast a soft glow over the room, while the rich aroma of Indonesian spices filled the air. As usual, Gian pulled out Aurelia's chair for her, just as he had done since they got married. Though a trace of nervousness still lingered on his face, Aurelia did her best to act calm.Across the table, Mrs. Lestari looked excited.“I brought some asinan Bogor back from our trip. Here, try some. I packed it in a cooler bag so it would stay fresh.”Aurelia's face immediately lit up. “Asinan Bogor? The one with pineapple and pickled mustard greens, Mom?”“Yes,” her mother-in-law replied as she took out a clear container filled with the refreshing salad and its tangy, spicy broth. “I know you like fresh, zesty flavors, so I bought extra.”Aurelia immediately reached for a small plate and tasted a spoonful of the broth first.Her eyes widened.“Oh my gosh, this is so refreshing!” she exclaimed. “This is the best asina
Gian's face changed instantly. That deep voice… it belonged to his father.He froze in front of the hidden door, briefly glancing at Aurelia. One look was enough to tell her that they were in a situation that was anything but safe.“Gian?” The voice came again, this time closer, followed by another, louder knock.“What is it, sweetheart?” Aurelia asked softly. She was already sitting on the sofa, clutching the blanket tightly around herself. Her breathing hadn't completely settled, and her cheeks were still flushed. She had no idea that a small storm was brewing just outside the door.“My parents are here,” Gian answered in barely a whisper.“What?!”Aurelia instinctively started to get up, but the blanket nearly slipped off. She quickly pulled it back up, panic flashing across her face.“You're kidding, right?”“If I were kidding, I wouldn't be this pale,” Gian hissed softly.In an instant, the atmosphere in the room changed.Aurelia's heart raced against the clock. Damn it. This was
Aurelia gently slapped her forehead, her expression a mixture of disbelief and embarrassment.“Oh, my God…” she murmured.Only then did she fully realize that they weren't in their bedroom like they should have been, but in Gian's secret room, a private space hidden behind his office. They had been so caught up in each other that Aurelia had completely lost track of time.She glanced at the clock on the wall. The minute hand had moved far beyond where she expected it to be.“Wait… we've been in here for two hours?” she asked, shaking her head, half laughing and half panicking.Gian was lounging shirtless in a single sofa nearby. He merely chuckled.“Time flies when I'm with you, sweetheart,” he teased.“Yeah, and we're going to be in serious trouble if anyone finds out,” Aurelia replied, pulling the blanket over her body, which was still covered only by her thin undergarmen
“Hey?!”Aurelia cried out in surprise. Her voice rose sharply when Gian suddenly tugged hard on the thin black strap of her dress from behind.The sound of tearing fabric echoed through the bedroom, making Aurelia turn around with wide eyes.“Gian!” she complained. “I've only worn this twice, and you've already ruined it.”Gian simply stood there, his handsome face wearing a smug, confident smile. His shoulders shook slightly, as though he didn't feel guilty in the slightest.“I'll buy you a new one later,” he said casually, his low, husky voice sending a shiver down Aurelia's spine. “Besides, it's getting too tight, sweetheart. Your belly is going to get bigger soon. I don't want our baby feeling cramped in there.”Aurelia stared at him in disbelief. “You're really good at making excuses.”Gian clicked his tongue, narrowing his eyes playfully. “It's not an
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
Aurelia didn’t sleep a single second. Her eyes stayed fixed on the ceiling, the cracks forming strange shapes, like a spiderweb slowly tightening around her. She felt trapped, and today that web was pulling her straight into the center of her ruin.Devina’s last words echoed in her skull like a cur
“You’re going to take your sister’s place and marry Mr. Gian.”The words fell from her father’s mouth with a coldness that sliced straight through her bones. As if he were asking her to run to the corner store for salt, not telling her to hand over her entire life to a man she’d never even met.Aur







