LOGINAurelia pouted at her reflection in the mirror.
“What am I supposed to wear? Everything I own looks like I’m heading to the corner shop,” she muttered under her breath.
She paced around the bedroom, pulling open drawers one by one, weighing which outfit might look appropriate to accompany Gian despite still having no idea where they were going. One thing was certain: her husband looked
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
The house seemed to have lost its breath.Ever since the incident at the café, the walls that had once echoed with conversation now reflected nothing but silence. The air felt cold, even in the middle of the day. Aurelia remained in her room, refusing every attempt Gian made to speak with her. The
The silence felt more suffocating than any argument ever could.Ever since Aurelia's fall at the café yesterday afternoon, Gian had been unable to escape the guilt gnawing relentlessly at his chest. The memory of the report about blood running down his wife's legs still haunted him,
A loud crash echoed through the café, shattering the calm atmosphere that had moments earlier been filled with nothing more than the clinking of spoons against cups and the tapping of laptop keyboards. Several customers shot to their feet. Others could only stare in shock.Every eye turned toward t
Aurelia stopped in front of a small café tucked away on a street corner. Her body felt drained, as if every step she'd taken since leaving Caca's house had been fueled by nothing but desperation. Her chest still ached from her last conversation with Gian. His words had cut deeper than any blade eve







