Aslan Del Piero, pria matang yang sangat sukses jatuh cinta kepada Aiko De Angelo. Gadis yang tidak sederhana karena dia adalah mantan pembunuh bayaran. Demi membuktikan cintanya kepada Gilbert sang kekasih, Aiko rela menyingkirkan Aslan yang menjadi musuh Gilbert. Namun, siapa sangka Aslan lolos dari maut yang membuat Gilbert khawatir diirinya terancam sehingga dia menyiksa bahkan akan membunuh Aiko. Saat semua orang mengira Aiko telah lenyap dari dunia ini, gadis itu muncul dengan wajah dan penampilan baru untuk membalaskan dendamnya. Aiko kembali bertemu dengan Aslan dan sebuah insiden membuat mereka menghabiskan malam panas bersama yang menumbuhkan benih-benih cinta di hati Aiko. Aiko bertekad untuk meluluhkan kembali hati sang bujang lapuk, tidak perduli bahwa pria itu sangat membencinya saat ini. "Sudah ku bilang jika aku membencimu, Aiko!" ucap Aslan tegas kepada Aiko. "Cinta dan benci hanya beda tipis, Aslan. Dulu kau mencintaiku, sekarang membenciku. Aku akan menghadirkan cinta itu lagi di hatimu." Aiko tersenyum manis menatap Aslan penuh cinta.
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Stars, breeze, and Serenity are what I used to describe this one time of the day, some years ago. But today as I walk on the Brooklyn Bridge, in this starry night, I realize that the only word I should always use is Sleepless. No sleep is what defines me. Weird much! But it is how I have ended up with my crazy ass of life. Or wait! 'Is it even a life?' A life where I lay on the bed in the night, and stare at the ceiling like a person who had been playing the Mannequin Challenge. The only difference being there is no music but the loud thumping of my broken heart.The cool wind managed to hit me hard across my face, as I scanned the beautiful bridge; the space between the cable suspension giving a clear view of the water underneath it whereas the moon does not fail to shine in it. And it is when I remembered the one person who entered my distorted life two years ago, but today even she was not present beside me.‘And who was I supposed to blame?’ Myself! My fate! Or Serena! The name felt so right, rolling out of my tongue like a mantra. Though, I wonder, after today do I even have the right to chant that angelic beauty's name?Hours ago, I might have considered myself one lucky guy who was granted a second chance to get happiness after those traumatic experience of pain since I passed high school. Someone has said it right; Nothing in this world is permanent, and so was my happiness, or I should say: Our happiness!As I view, the shadow of my tall figure on the road, I recalled the memories that this place had of ours but now everything was gone. All that was left of me was a plain broken boy who had no peace in his life. My eyes which were downcast for a while as I took steady steps ahead on the bridge, now turned to look on the sideways. Just then they halted on the left, where a small boy was cuddled up like a ball on the wooden bench that was kept in the side.My steps moved forth on their own as something in me stirred when I saw the boy shivering in the cold. I did not understand this world at all at that moment. ‘How can someone abandon their child like that?’ It was cruel. Though, it is the reality for you.On approaching the bench, I take a good look at the kid; his lips were trembling. I did not wake him up from his deep slumber. His copper hair were falling on his forehead reminding me of myself.In hours, a small smile tugged at the end of my lips as my hand raised on their own accord to caress the kid's head. Immediately realizing that I wore an overcoat over my long-sleeved t-shirt, I removed it from my body and covered the boy with it. He hugged the warmth given to him instantly. Making sure that, he was comfortable enough I made my way to the nearest bench. A tired sigh escaped my lips as I sat down on the bench, my head dangled half in the air and another half on the bench.My eyes closed on their own. When I opened them, a tear escaped from the sides and next, I sensed someone sitting beside me.Raising my head, I saw the same kid holding my coat. His messy hair flying; innocent blue eyes were staring right through me. Something, the way he looked at me reminded me of Serena and again the similar pain succumbed my chest. The reality finally sank in me that I have lost her. I have lost my love again and maybe this time I wasn't even taking a chance at another thing, but why do I still hope that maybe everything isn't wasted yet?"Is this yours?" The little boy's query brought me out of my painful trance. I whipped my head once again in his direction to see him staring at me with curiosity evident in his blue orbs. Ruffling his soft hair, I nodded my head which made him give me his biggest smile as a way of gratitude.‘Maybe, no one ever cared for him thus the child was overwhelmed with the care he was shown.’"So little man why are you here at this time of the night?" I knew my query was stupid and irrational. Even when I was aware of the answer, I wanted to know. Maybe I was hoping, it wasn't what I was expecting. As the smile on his face faded away, I realized that I might have touched a sore subject for him too. How ironic? Even a little boy was left alone like me!"I am sorry. Did I hurt you?" I let out a feeble apology suddenly not liking the heaviness prevailing between us.He immediately shook his head in denial making me smile at his big eyes now since his brows were creased in some twisted way. It was the moment I noticed how thin and lean he was as if he didn't eat for days and once again my chest constricted."What is your name, bud?" I asked breaking the awkward silence between us. I noticed he looked around ten and for a boy his age, he should be probably healthier than he appeared."Nathaniel!" He replied shyly. I did not miss the shine in his eyes. It seemed as if he loved his name.Getting comfortable on the bench, he wrapped the coat around himself, while we sat in silence again staring at nothing in particular. I didn't know what time it was, neither did I wanted to know. It will be a reminder to me of how many hours I spent without the woman I love."Why are you here?" Nathaniel's soft voice reached my ears as I turned to look at him once again. A frown was plastered on his face as he studied me, aiming to figure out something."I am running away!" My voice came out hoarse."From whom?"Taking a deep breath, my eyes shut on their own while my arms crossed over my chest, as I replied in a low muffled tone, "Pain and...,"Love…" The last part came out as a mere whisper and I was sure, he didn't hear it."Where it is?" He inquired innocently. A low chuckle escaped my lips.Turning towards him, I took his small hand in my large ones and kept it on the left side of my chest where my heart or maybe burnt heart was beating. He gave me a confused look but did not utter a word. I did not fail to notice the small shrug of his shoulders."You hungry?" He nodded his head and I remembered purchasing a big bar of chocolate this morning, for...Avoiding to whisper her name once again, I recalled putting it safely in my overcoat pocket which I wanted to give her in the evening because she was fond of having chocolates after dinner. Much to my bad luck, it was not happening today.Ignoring the thoughts once again, I fetched the chocolate from the pocket and forwarded to Nathaniel whose eyes lit up in excitement. I watched him undo the wrapper and take a bite, with pure ecstasy on his face, and once again my mind wandered on Serena.I sighed looking away from Nathaniel to my right to stare at the long pole at the end of the bridge, where I and Serena met for the first time. Where I felt something beating inside me! Where I felt the L word once again! Where Daniel Price didn't feel like a cursed boy who didn't deserve happiness instead, I felt that I was granted a second chance to live and love.And the time froze for me right there as I found myself going back to the new year’s evening.Malam di Paris masih terasa hangat, tapi udara di dalam apartemen Angela seperti berhenti berputar. Hening. Sunyi. Dan menyesakkan.Aslan berdiri di dekat jendela, menatap lampu-lampu kota yang bergemerlapan. Sementara Angela duduk di sofa, memeluk lututnya. Tatapannya kosong, tapi dalam pikirannya ribuan suara berteriak minta dikeluarkan."Aslan..." suaranya pelan, hampir seperti bisikan.Aslan menoleh. "Hm?"Angela menarik napas dalam. “Selama ini... kamu hanya tahu aku adalah Aiko. Gadis yang memalsukan identitas dan mencuri posisi sebagai sekretarismu. Tapi aku belum pernah bilang... siapa aku sebenarnya.”Aslan diam. Tapi seluruh tubuhnya menegang. Matanya mengunci ke arah Angela yang kini menatapnya, tak lagi bersembunyi.“Aku bukan penipu biasa. Aku dulu pembunuh bayaran.”Keheningan runtuh seketika. Seperti kaca yang dibanting di lantai marmer."Aku… dulu bekerja untuk Organisasi Tangan Hitam. Mereka yang melatihku sejak aku berusia 12 tahun. Membuatku jadi senjata. Aku menghi
Angela menatap jam tangannya. Sudah hampir satu jam ia berada di restoran ini. Meskipun ia duduk diam dan hanya menjawab saat ditanya, tetap saja atmosfer meja itu membuatnya sesak.Aslan dan Klara terlihat membahas sesuatu tentang acara amal. Mentari sesekali menimpali, lalu menatap Angela dengan sorot mata yang tidak bisa dibaca.Angela berdiri dengan sopan. “Maaf, saya ke toilet sebentar.”Aslan pun menoleh pada Angela dan mengangguk tanpa banyak bicara.---Toilet wanita berlapis marmer hitam dan cermin panjang itu sunyi. Angela berdiri di depan wastafel, membasuh wajahnya perlahan. Ia tahu, ada yang tak beres hari ini. Klara, Mentari, dan cara makan siang ini dirancang—semuanya terlalu... sempurna.Angela menarik napas pelan, tapi langkah sepatu hak tinggi menghentikannya.Angela menoleh ke cermin.Mentari berdiri di ambang pintu dengan anggun, menutup pintu perlahan. “Kukira kita butuh bicara berdua,” ucapnya tenang.Angela berdiri tegak, tidak ingin menunjukkan kelemahan sediki
Langit malam Paris terlihat redup, seperti menahan napas. Aslan berdiri membeku di balkon unit kosong sebuah apartemen—berada tepat di seberang unit apartemen Angela. Jaraknya cukup dekat untuk melihat ke dalam, apalagi dengan lampu yang masih menyala terang di ruang tengah.Di dalam sana, Angela dan Leo duduk berdampingan di sofa. Angela tertawa pelan, lalu menerima secangkir coklat hangat yang baru saja dibuat Leo.Aslan mengepalkan tinjunya. Ada nyeri di dadanya. Aneh dan sulit dijelaskan.“Apa dia memang... sebahagia itu bersamanya?” desisnya lirih.Dari balik tirai kaca balkon, ia melihat Angela menyender sebentar ke bahu Leo sambil bicara pelan. Wajah Leo memerah. Tapi yang membuat hati Aslan makin bergetar adalah saat Angela menyentuh lengan Leo, lalu tertawa kecil sambil meledek, “Kamu tuh cocok banget gabung boyband Korea, Leo. Udah tinggi, putih, manis, bisa masak, bisa jagain orang… lengkap.”Leo menatap Angela. “Tapi sayangnya hatiku bukan untuk fans. Aku lebih suka peremp
Suara langkah sepatu Aslan terdengar menghentak di lorong kantor pusat Del Piero pusat. Para staf yang masih lembur sontak menunduk, pura-pura sibuk di depan layar komputer masing-masing. Tapi mereka tak bisa membohongi detak jantung yang berdegup lebih cepat setiap kali langkah dingin dan aura gelap sang CEO melintas. Wajah Aslan tampak gelap. Tatapan matanya tajam, seperti elang yang baru saja disakiti dan siap mencabik siapa pun yang berani menyentuh wilayahnya. Tadi sore, Leo menggendong Angela dengan tubuh dengan luka ringan dan wajah pucat. Katanya, Angela disekap di cabang kantor Del Piero Group di pinggiran kota oleh orang tak dikenal. Leo menyelamatkannya secara tidak sengaja saat hendak mencari Aslan. Aslan tidak peduli bagaimana Leo bisa berada di tempat itu. Yang dia lihat hanya satu hal—lelaki lain yang menggendong wanita yang dia cintai. Tubuh wanita itu adalah yang pernah tidur di pelukannya. Yang pernah membisikkan bahwa cinta itu tidak mudah, tapi dia ingin ber
Langit Paris sore itu diselimuti awan kelabu. Cahaya matahari yang biasanya menyapa lembut melalui kaca tinggi menara Del Piero pusat di Paris kini redup, tertutup mendung yang menggantung. Angela berdiri di dekat jendela kantornya, memandangi lalu lintas yang mengalir perlahan di sepanjang Rue de Rivoli. Ada sesuatu yang membuat hatinya tak tenang sejak pagi. Mungkin firasat. Atau mungkin karena mimpi buruk yang membangunkannya dini hari tadi—bayangan masa lalunya sebagai Aiko yang terus menghantui. Ia menghela napas panjang, lalu kembali ke meja dan melanjutkan pekerjaannya. Baru saja ia selesai mengecek laporan keuangan divisi logistik, ketika suara dari meja resepsionis terdengar di interkom. "Mademoiselle Angela Zhou, ada kiriman surat untuk Anda," ujar suara sopan sang petugas. Angela bangkit, berjalan menuju lobi lantai executive. Di sana, seorang pria kurir bertubuh ramping dengan topi hitam menyodorkan amplop besar berwarna hitam legam, disegel dengan lilin merah. Eleg
Cahaya lampu di ruang tamu maansiom Del Piero temaram. Jam dinding berdetak pelan, sesekali bersaing dengan suara rintik gerimis yang membasahi kaca jendela besar. Aslan duduk di sofa panjang, satu kaki disilangkan di atas yang lain, segelas wine merah yang belum disentuh berada di meja di depannya. Pikirannya jauh. Tiba-tiba, ponselnya yang tergeletak di meja bergetar pelan. 🔔 Notifikasi masuk: 📍“Permintaan akses untuk rekaman keamanan lantai 23: disetujui oleh Klara R.” Kening Aslan langsung berkerut. Matanya menyipit, menatap layar ponsel dengan tatapan curiga. > "Rekaman keamanan... lantai 23...? Bukankah itu lantai kantor Angela?" Dia menggulir layar ke atas, memastikan kalau dia tidak salah baca. Benar. Klara—wanita yang baru saja diperkenalkan sebagai rekan bisnis strategis—meminta akses khusus ke lantai yang seharusnya tidak menjadi urusannya. Ada firasat aneh yang menyelinap dalam dada Aslan. Perasaan tak nyaman yang menjalar perlahan, seperti hawa dingin yang menusuk
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