LOGIN“Gian! This one... this one feels different!”
Aurelia’s hushed cry in the middle of the night jolted Gian awake. He immediately sat up, his heart pounding. “Different? What do you mean? Is the pain getting worse?”
Aurelia gripped the bedsheet, her face deathly pale beneath the soft glow of the bedside lamp. “No... it’s... Ah!” She fell silent, forcing herself to breathe exactly the way she had practiced. “It’s not a cra
“Gian! This one... this one feels different!”Aurelia’s hushed cry in the middle of the night jolted Gian awake. He immediately sat up, his heart pounding. “Different? What do you mean? Is the pain getting worse?”Aurelia gripped the bedsheet, her face deathly pale beneath the soft glow of the bedside lamp. “No... it’s... Ah!” She fell silent, forcing herself to breathe exactly the way she had practiced. “It’s not a cramp... it’s a wave. And just now... I think my water broke.”Gian practically jumped out of bed. “Your water broke? Okay! Okay! The bag!”Within five minutes, their quiet home had transformed into a panicked but surprisingly organized command center. Gian grabbed the hospital bag that had been waiting by the bedroom door for the past two weeks, helped Aurelia into her most comfortable robe, and guided her toward the elevator.“How far apart?&rdqu
Professor Malika stared directly into the camera.“The examination committee has decided that your thesis, titled Psychological Resilience in Women Who Experience Pregnancy Loss, is… PASSED, with minor revisions.”For a moment, time seemed to stop.Aurelia blinked, her brain struggling to process the word passed.Then a muffled shout came from behind her.Gian practically jumped out of his chair, rushed toward Aurelia, and wrapped his arms around her from the side, lifting the legs of her office chair slightly off the floor.“YOU DID IT, LIA! YOU DID IT!” Gian shouted, peppering her temple with kisses.“Gian… I can’t breathe…” Aurelia burst into laughter through her tears.She had actually done it.She sank into Gian’s embrace, letting all the tension from the past week, and even the past year, melt away.On the screen, the professors smiled knowingly, clearly understanding the sudden explosion of happiness.“Congratulations, Ms. Aurelia,” Professor Malika said, her voice noticeably w
Aurelia didn't answer. Her eyes were fixed on her phone screen, reading the email subject line that made all the color drain from her face. Her heart, which had felt so light only moments ago, was now pounding wildly, each beat seemingly out of rhythm.“Lia?” Gian touched her shoulder, glancing at the screen in his wife’s hand.“Oh, God,” Aurelia whispered.Gian gently took the phone from her. He quickly read the email. The academic committee had reviewed the final draft Aurelia had submitted two weeks ago, and they had made a decision that would turn into a nerve-wracking moment for his beloved wife.“Tuesday... next week?” Aurelia’s voice trembled.She stared at the half-finished nursery. The crib, the cream-colored walls, the little star-shaped mobile. Everything suddenly felt like a distant dream.“Hey.” Gian placed both hands on Aurelia’s shoulders, gently turning her awa
“If we put the crib here, near the window, she’ll get plenty of morning sunlight. That’s good, right?” Gian said, standing in the middle of the small room they were currently transforming into a nursery. He pointed toward the corner, his eyes shining with excitement.Aurelia, sitting on a folding chair with one hand resting on her increasingly heavy belly, tilted her head as she considered it. “But if it’s near the window, she might get cold at night. I don’t want her to be cold.”Gian nodded, rubbing his chin as if he were solving some great puzzle. “Okay, then we’ll move it over here, against this wall. It’ll be warmer, and I can put thick curtains over the window so no cold air gets in.”Aurelia smiled faintly, watching her husband pace around the room, measuring it with his footsteps. “You’re so excited. You act like you’re building a palace.”“
That morning, the Mahesa family home was filled with the fragrant aroma of pandan and coconut drifting from the kitchen. Sunlight streamed through the windows, reflecting off the dining table, which had been neatly arranged with a simple spread of food.There was a small tumpeng topped with yellow rice, roasted chicken, and urap-urap prepared by Bu Mirna. In the corner of the living room, several pots of jasmine flowers decorated a small table where a prayer book had been placed for the seven-month pregnancy thanksgiving ceremony.The atmosphere was warm and simple, yet filled with meaning.Aurelia sat on the couch, wearing the outfit they had chosen at the boutique a few days earlier. After the emotional night they had shared several days ago, she had slowly begun learning to accept her changing body, although moments of insecurity still crept in from time to time.As usual, Gian never strayed far from her.He was busy arranging extra chairs for the immediate family who had come to c
Aurelia fell silent, her breathing still uneven, but something inside her had changed. Gian’s touch, warm and full of conviction, seemed to seep through her skin, slowly breaking down the walls of shame she had built around herself.Her eyes were still wet, but her tears were no longer born from disgust toward herself. Instead, a small sense of relief had begun to creep in, like sunlight slipping through the cracks of a window in the morning.Gian remained on his knees in front of his wife. His hand stayed on Aurelia’s stomach, as if he wanted to make sure his words weren’t merely heard, but felt. He looked at her with such intensity that she found it harder and harder to look away.“Lia,” he called softly, his voice almost like an embrace. “You hear me, right?”Aurelia gave a small nod, though uncertainty still lingered in her eyes.“I’m just... scared, Gian. I’m scared that you won&rsquo
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







