Masuk“Devina’s coming back here? Really??”
Madam Lestari’s voice echoed through the dining room. The middle-aged woman hurried forward, her silk skirt swaying with every step, eyes sparkling with hope.
Aurelia remained silent, frozen beside the dining table. Her gaze fixed on Gian, waiting for an answer from the man now standing with his back to the light.
“Mom,” Gian finally said, his voice heavy with irritation, “how many times do I
[Please reconsider your research topic. Your personal life choices make you too biased to take on this subject.]Half an hour had passed.Aurelia sat frozen on the edge of the bed. Her fingers gripped her phone so tightly that her knuckles had turned white. She stared at the email from her advisor, reading the same lines over and over.The words cut like sharp needles.Her breathing grew shallow, and a tightness settled in her chest. She had no idea how she was supposed to react. Her left hand clutched the blanket, trying to steady the trembling that had suddenly taken over her body.“Lia?”Gian’s voice was rough with sleep, but it quickly turned concerned when he saw how pale his wife looked. He sat up, pushed the blanket aside, and turned toward her.“Hey. What’s wrong?”Aurelia slowly looked at him. Her voice was barely audible.“An email from Professor Malika...&rdqu
That morning, the campus sky was a pale gray, as if it were holding its breath along with Aurelia.Her hand tightened around the strap of her bag as she climbed the stairs to the second floor, toward Prof. Malika’s office. Each step felt like another heartbeat pounding harder than the last.The faint whispers of other students drifted through the hallway, but Aurelia barely heard them. Her mind was still focused on yesterday’s meeting.When she reached the door, Aurelia took a deep breath.Stay calm, Lia. You did nothing wrong. You just need to be stronger.She knocked twice.“Come in.”That flat voice immediately sent a shiver down her spine.Prof. Malika’s office was neat and cold. Psychology textbooks lined the tall shelves in perfect order, while the polished wooden desk was spotless. The strong aroma of black coffee lingered in the air.The woman in her forties sat behind the d
“Lia, take a breath first.”Wulan gently shook Aurelia’s shoulder. She had been standing stiffly in front of the faculty’s colloquium room, taking short, shallow breaths as if the air itself refused to fill her lungs. The click of shoes and murmurs from other students echoed through the third-floor hallway.“Lia,” Wulan repeated, more firmly this time. “You’re ready. You studied all night. You know every page of that proposal by heart. Don’t let anyone make you doubt yourself.”Aurelia took a deep breath and slowly let it out. “Yeah... I’m ready.”“And remember, you already changed your research title. Don’t get it wrong again, okay?” Wulan reminded her.Aurelia nodded quickly.A voice from inside the room announced, “Next presenter, Aurelia Seraphine Alinda. Research topic: ‘Psychological Resilience in Women Who Experience Fetal Loss During Pregnancy.’”Aurelia’s steps felt heavy as she walked toward the podium. The colloquium room was packed with students, senior faculty members, an
The air in the second-floor hallway felt heavier than usual. Every step Aurelia took felt like walking over sharp gravel, slow and painful. The door to the advising room had closed behind her, but Professor Malika's flat voice still echoed in her ears.Her hands trembled as she reached into her bag for her phone. She stared at the screen for a moment, hesitating. Part of her wanted to go home quietly and cry alone inside the tent. But another part of her wanted to hear Gian's voice.Finally, her thumb moved. She tapped the contact number she knew by heart.The phone rang once.Twice.Then that calm, familiar voice came through."Yes, sweetheart?"The softness in Gian's voice made Aurelia's defenses crumble instantly.Her voice came out hoarse. "Gian... I'm tired."There was a brief silence on the other end."Are you on campus?""Yes.""Where exactly?""On the stairs near the garden behind the faculty building.""Don't move. I'll come pick you up.""Gian, you don't have to go through a
The sun had barely begun to filter through the leaves when Aurelia sat on a long bench in front of the faculty building. She nervously twisted the edge of her skirt, a small habit that always surfaced whenever she felt anxious.Students walked past her in every direction. Some were busy joking with their friends, while others hurried toward their classrooms. But to Aurelia, the morning felt strangely quiet despite the crowd around her.She stared at her phone and reread the reminder on the screen.“Meeting with Professor Malika, 9:00 a.m.”Her stomach felt tight, not only because her pregnancy was becoming more noticeable, but also because of a pressure she could not quite explain. She took a deep breath before getting to her feet.When Aurelia knocked and stepped inside, Professor Malika's sharp gaze immediately met hers. The professor did not even gesture for her to sit.“I read your revised draft last night,&rdq
“You’ve got this, Lia.”“Yeah,” Wulan replied, giving Aurelia’s shoulder a gentle pat. “You managed to win your mother-in-law over. I’m sure you can handle this too.”Aurelia only grimaced before forcing a smile that never quite reached her eyes. Her stomach felt a little tight, not because anything was wrong with her pregnancy, but because she was nervous. She slowly exhaled, trying to calm herself.The graduate school building felt colder than usual that afternoon. Maybe the air conditioning was turned up too high, or maybe it was the tense atmosphere on the second floor, where Professor Malika’s office was located.The sound of Aurelia’s footsteps echoed as she climbed the stairs. Each step seemed to add another weight to her shoulders. Her fingers tightened around the strap of her shoulder bag.By the time she reached the office door, her heart was pounding.Just then, two
“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
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







