5. Gold-digger

“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 those words weren’t just an angry outburst, but a judgment she had feared long before this moment.

“Graduate school? A master’s degree? You’ve barely been in this house and you already want to continue your studies? What’s next, huh? A car? An apartment? A vacation overseas?”

Mrs. Lestari’s voice rose, and the maid who had been carrying tea, quickly backed out of the dining room. Gian sat at the far end of the table, staring into his cup. He didn’t say a single word.

“I’m not asking for anything except permission, Ma’am,” Aurelia replied softly, barely audible. “I just want to chase my dream. I was accepted even before this marriage happened.”

“Oh, of course! Exactly what I expected. You accepted this marriage to smooth out your little plans. You marry Gian, then ride on the Alvaro name!”

Aurelia bit her lip. Her eyes burned, but she refused to let tears fall.

“I never intended to take advantage of anyone,” she whispered.

“Nonsense! You think I’m stupid? You planned all of this, didn’t you? A girl from a messed-up family who suddenly gets lucky enough to enter this household. And now you want to go to school—using whose money? Your husband’s? The Alvaro family’s?!”

Mrs. Lestari shot a glance at her son.

“Gian, look! This is what your impulsive decision got us. I regret that you married her! I regret having her as my daughter-in-law!”

Gian didn’t respond. But his shoulders tightened.

He remained silent, fingers wrapped around a small spoon he never used. His eyes stayed fixed on his now-cold drink.

Mrs. Lestari abruptly stood from her chair.

“That’s it. My head is throbbing. I’m leaving. A social gathering is far better than listening to a manipulative woman like you whining about wanting an education.”

Her footsteps echoed on the marble floor. Moments later, the front door slammed shut. Silence fell over the dining room, leaving only two people, husband and wife, who barely even knew each other.

Aurelia stayed by the table. Her eyes were red, but dry. She took a deep breath and slowly moved her chair closer toward Gian.

“I don’t want to argue. But I won’t give up on my dream just because someone thinks I’m greedy,” she said.

Gian finally looked up. His gaze was flat, but not empty. Something flickered beneath the surface.

“I’m willing to work hard in this house. I can clean, tidy the rooms, mop the floors, do the laundry. I’m even learning how to cook,” Aurelia continued. “I don’t want to live off anyone’s pity. I just want… a chance. Please.”

Still no response. Gian only stared at her, unreadable.

Aurelia exhaled shakily.

“I’ll take care of this entire house without the maids. I’ll wake up early, sweep the yard, wash the clothes, whatever it takes, as long as I can continue my studies.”

Gian straightened in his seat and stood. But he didn’t say a word. He simply walked toward his study.

Aurelia followed, stopping only when the cold, distant man shut the door firmly in her face.

By late afternoon, she was standing at the doorway of his study—lined with bookshelves and warm lighting, watching her husband’s broad back. Solid. Unreadable. Like a wall she still couldn’t break. She smiled faintly when she noticed he hadn’t locked the room this time.

“Gian… I mean it. I’ll do anything.”

He halted near his desk, not turning around. His shoulders stiffened, matching the tension in the hand gripping a folded letter—contents unknown.

“Anything,” Aurelia repeated. “Give me a condition. Any condition.”

When he finally turned, Gian no longer looked expressionless.

Something stormed behind his eyes. Not anger, not disappointment—something more tangled, laced with shock he didn’t voice. His jaw clenched so tightly the muscle stood out. A vein in his neck pulsed, as if he were holding back something on the verge of breaking loose.

His face flushed, not in embarrassment, but like someone battling his own rising turmoil.

Aurelia froze. The air between them grew heavy, thick with an invisible, suffocating tension. The ticking clock on the wall suddenly sounded unbearably loud.

Then, with slow but deliberate steps, Gian moved closer. His stare cut through her, as if trying to look past her words and into the truth hidden beneath them.

They were only inches apart now. And from that tightly clenched jaw, he finally spoke—quiet, flat, but hitting straight to her core.

“You’re sure you’ll do anything?”

Aurelia nodded quickly, her lashes trembling. That small gesture alone made Gian smile, one with meaning she couldn’t yet decipher.