LOGINGian fell silent, still unaware of just how deep a wound he had accidentally inflicted. To him, it had been nothing more than lunch that happened to come from a client. But to Aurelia, it was about so much more than food.It was about feeling forgotten.About having her little gesture of love dismissed.About feeling as though her love no longer had a place in his life.“You know,” Aurelia continued, her voice hoarse from holding back her emotions, “I woke up early this morning. I made sure I had everything I needed. I cooked happily because I wanted to surprise my husband. And what did I get in return? You didn't even care. You didn't reply to my messages. And when I finally came here, you…” She stopped, struggling to catch her breath. “…you accepted food from another woman with a smile on your face.”“Lia…” Gian stepped closer, but Aurelia took a step back.“Don't t
“Sweetheart, why would you say something like that?” Gian's voice was soft, but confusion filled every word. He clearly had no idea where his wife was coming from. Her question had been quiet, but it hit him like a hammer.Aurelia stood in front of him, both hands clenched tightly at her sides. The bright, cheerful expression she'd worn that morning was long gone. She lowered her head for a moment, trying to steady her heavy breathing.Instead of answering, Aurelia quickly crossed the room and grabbed the lunch container she'd hidden earlier. Her hands trembled slightly. Not from fear, but from the disappointment that had been building inside her.Less than a minute later, she pressed the intercom button on Gian's desk.“Rafi, come to my husband's office right now,” she said flatly, without a hint of emotion.A few seconds later, the office door opened, and Rafi stepped inside.He froze when he saw the tension on both Aurelia's and Gian's faces.This was, without a doubt, a terrifying
The soft tapping of Aurelia’s fingers against the steering wheel followed the rhythm of the song playing on the radio. Her heart was light and happy.Today, she wanted to do something sweet for her husband. Gian had seemed so busy lately, and Aurelia thought a little surprise might help bridge the distance that had slowly formed between them without either of them realizing it.“Sweetheart, you're going to love this...” she murmured, glancing at the food container on the passenger seat.The homemade creamy chicken soup was still warm, its delicate blend of herbs having filled the kitchen with a comforting aroma that morning.A few hours earlier, Aurelia had contacted Rafi to check Gian's schedule. When she found out that her husband didn't have any plans outside the office that day, she became even more excited.She had even called Nyonya Lestari to make sure they still had all the ingredients she needed.“We're still in Bogor, sweetheart. We probably won't be home until tonight,” Nyo
The sound of the shower finally stopped, followed by the soft click of the bathroom door opening.Gian stepped out with his hair still slightly damp, wearing a loose T-shirt and a pair of lounge shorts. His face looked pale, but Aurelia knew it wasn't just because of the stomachache he'd mentioned earlier.She knew her husband well enough to tell when he was hiding something.“Sweetheart,” Aurelia called softly from the bed.Gian looked up and gave her a faint smile. “Hmm?”“Are you... okay?” Aurelia asked, her eyes following his movements. He seemed more careful than usual, as though every step took a little more effort.“I’m fine.” He walked over and sat on the edge of the bed. “I probably ate something weird for lunch. My stomach started cramping on the way home. But it’s better now.”Aurelia wanted to believe him, but something still didn't sit right with her.
Aurelia lowered herself slightly and opened her arms. Caca ran toward her and wrapped her little arms tightly around Aurelia’s waist.“Caca... you’ve gotten so big,” Aurelia said softly.Gian stood a short distance behind them, giving his wife space to talk to the little girl. Baskara stepped closer, standing beside Caca. His expression was calm as always, though a faint smile played at the corners of his lips.“Lia,” Baskara greeted politely.“Bas,” Aurelia replied simply.She wasn't sure how she was supposed to react. Their lives had been separate for a long time, yet having him standing only a few feet away still stirred a strange feeling in her chest.“We’re leaving tonight,” Baskara explained quietly, as though anticipating her question. “Caca has switched to homeschooling, so wherever I go, she can come with me.”Aurelia nodded slowly. She gently strok
The maternity ward was quiet that morning. The only sounds were the ticking of the wall clock and the uneven breathing of a woman sitting in the patient chair. Her eyes were swollen and red, and her fingers still clutched the white hospital blanket tightly.Across from her, Aurelia sat quietly, a small voice recorder running on the table between them. The interview was part of her research for her thesis on maternal mental health after pregnancy loss.The night before, Aurelia had expected Professor Malika to give her another hard time. But she had been wrong. Her proposal had been approved immediately, and she was given the green light to begin her research.That was why she had been there since early morning.“If I'm being honest...” The woman's voice broke halfway through the sentence. “I didn't even get the chance to give my baby a name.”Aurelia swallowed hard. “It's okay, ma'am. We don't have to rush.”“Everyone keeps telling me I have to be strong,” the woman continued, her eye
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
Gian didn’t answer. Only a long, heavy silence filled the room, swallowing whatever courage Aurelia had left. She shut her eyes, desperately hoping for an explanation—anything. But all she heard was the faint rustle of fabric as Gian shifted on the sofa.Minutes passed before a voice finally broke







