FAZER LOGINAurelia lowered her head in silence. Nathan’s words still hung in the air, slicing through her like a cold wind against the back of her neck. Her body felt numb. Her voice was trapped in her throat.
There was no way she could say it.
I married Gian, the man you know, the man who is now your business partner.
That would be a disaster.
“What are you doing here?” Aurelia asked, trying to change the subject. Her voice sounded flatter now.
A week passed in a forced calm. Aurelia followed the doctor’s orders and cut back on her activities. Her laptop stayed closed more often than not. She spent most of her days reading books about childbirth and taking afternoon naps. But beneath that calm exterior, her mind was still racing between two worlds: her thesis deadline and the preparations for the seven-month pregnancy celebration.After some intense negotiations between Gian and Mrs. Lestari, they finally agreed on a celebration that would be simple but respectable. That meant the guest list was still bigger than Aurelia had hoped, but at least there would be no garden-party decoration vendors.That morning, they were scheduled for a dress fitting. Mrs. Lestari had recommended her favorite kebaya boutique, which also provided coordinated outfits for family events.“I don't know, honey. I think the kaftan we bought the other day would be enough,” Aurelia complained as she struggled to match her sandals.“Mom already made the
A comfortable silence settled over the room for a few moments. The only sounds were the soft rustling of the wind outside the window and the steady beat of Gian’s heart beneath Aurelia’s ear.She closed her eyes, allowing herself to sink into this rare sense of security.In this room, she wasn’t a researcher racing against a deadline or an anxious mother-to-be. She was simply Lia, a woman who had just allowed herself to indulge in a long-held fantasy with the man she loved.“He’s awake,” Gian suddenly whispered, his voice low and amused.Aurelia lifted her head slightly. “Who?”Gian smiled and looked down at her belly.“Our little guy. He’s probably wondering why his house was shaking so much a few minutes ago.”Right on cue, Aurelia felt it.A strong kick, followed by another little protest from inside her belly, as if their baby wanted to join the conversation.
That morning, Aurelia’s parents’ home on the outskirts of town felt like a warm embrace from her childhood. The rich aroma of freshly brewed Indonesian coffee and bananas just pulled from the frying pan filled the living room, where Aurelia sat on the couch with her mother.Sunlight streamed through the large windows, illuminating their faces and adding to the cozy atmosphere. At seven months pregnant, with her belly growing more prominent by the day, Aurelia felt comfortable being back in the home where she had grown up, even if only for a few hours.“Yes, Mom. My mother-in-law is planning to have a seven-month pregnancy celebration too,” Aurelia said, taking a sip of the warm tea her mother had prepared. She smiled as she remembered Mrs. Lestari’s excitement while planning the event.Mrs. Mirna nodded enthusiastically, her eyes lighting up. “I bet it’s going to be a big celebration, right?” the middle-aged woman guessed as she peeled an apple for Aurelia. “Gian’s family is known for
Aurelia and Gian walked into the dining room with bright smiles, their fingers intertwined. Aurelia wore a loose floral dress that made her look fresh and radiant, while Gian, dressed in a simple T-shirt and shorts, looked more relaxed than usual. Their soft laughter still lingered from their intimate morning together in the bedroom, filling the room with a warm, happy atmosphere as they took their seats at the dining table.Mrs. Lestari, who was arranging plates of scrambled eggs and sliced fruit, turned around and broke into a wide smile when she saw them.“Look at that. The happy couple,” she said, her eyes sparkling with pride. “What did I tell you? Yoga is good for you. Just look at Aurelia. You’re positively glowing.”Aurelia smiled, her cheeks turning slightly pink. She pulled out a chair and sat beside Gian, automatically reaching for the glass of orange juice that had already been prepared for her.“Yes, Mom. T
“Sweetheart?”Gian’s voice was hoarse with sleep as he slowly blinked his heavy eyes open.Soft morning light slipped through the gaps in the curtains, bathing their bedroom in a warm golden glow. He could feel Aurelia’s warmth beside him, her breathing slow and steady, like a lullaby that was gradually fading away.Aurelia answered with a quiet murmur, barely audible, but enough to make Gian smile.He opened his eyes fully and found his wife looking peaceful, her slightly messy hair falling across part of her cheek.This morning felt different somehow. There was a softness in the air, as though the outside world had finally given them a brief break from the chaos of her thesis, her pregnancy, and all the pressure that had haunted them the previous week.Suddenly, Gian felt a gentle touch against his chest.Aurelia’s fingers brushed lightly across his bare chest, tracing invisible patterns.“
After a full week of rest and coordinating with the research group Wulan had recommended, Aurelia felt well enough to return to prenatal yoga.Her doctor had given her the green light, but with strict conditions. No strenuous movements, plenty of water, and she had to stop immediately if she felt any sign of cramping.Aurelia agreed, though she was still a little nervous deep down.But her excitement returned, especially because this class was something special: prenatal yoga with their partners.“Seriously, Gian, you’re not allowed to laugh if I look ridiculous,” Aurelia said as she tugged at the loose T-shirt covering her increasingly round belly.They stood in front of the bedroom mirror, getting ready to leave for Wina’s yoga studio. Aurelia studied her reflection, feeling slightly self-conscious about all the changes her body had gone through.Gian, who was tying his shoelaces, glanced at his wife and flashed her
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







