Stiletto Si Wanita Penyihir

Stiletto Si Wanita Penyihir

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By:  Renita SylviaKumpleto
Language: Bahasa_indonesia
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Synopsis

~akaa Love Just Like Wine~ "It get better with time" Tentang seorang wanita Eleanor Liemsudibyo, cucu raja sawit di Indonesia yang terkenal anti-sosial dan arogan. Ia jatuh cinta pada seorang Pria yang sudah bertunangan. Dengan sebuah stiletto eksklusif, Eleanor pun bermaksud merebut pria itu dari tunangannya. Namun berhasilkah rencana itu? Jatuh cinta seperti rasa Wine, ada rasa pahit, sepat, asam dan manis. Namun yang pasti entah itu cinta ataupun Wine membutuhkan waktu untuk menjadikannya lebih berharga.

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Prolog

Imani knew something was off the moment Malik started being extra gentle with her.

Not affectionate—he was always affectionate. Malik was the type of husband who kissed her shoulder while she washed dishes and warmed her car before she left for work. No, this was different. This was careful. Like he was handling glass instead of a woman who had stood beside him for eight years.

She noticed it first that Sunday morning when he slid her coffee across the kitchen island exactly the way she liked it—two creams, one sugar, dash of cinnamon. He watched her take the first sip like he was waiting for approval.

“You good?” he asked.

She narrowed her eyes playfully. “Why you looking at me like I’m a science experiment?”

He smirked but it didn’t quite reach his eyes. “Can’t I just admire my wife?”

Imani hummed and took another sip. Something in her chest stirred, a quiet instinct she’d learned not to ignore. Malik only acted like this when he wanted something. A new car. A risky investment. That time he asked her if his cousin could stay with them “for a few days” and the man ended up on their couch for three months.

“What you about to ask me?” she said.

Malik leaned against the counter, arms folded. “Why I gotta be asking for something?”

“Because you got that look.”

“What look?”

“The I practiced this speech in my head already look.”

He laughed, but again—it was tight. Measured.

She watched him carefully now. Malik was handsome in that effortless way that made strangers assume he was charming before he even spoke. Deep brown skin, sharp jaw, eyes that could soften or harden in seconds depending on his mood. She used to love that about him—the intensity. It made her feel chosen. Protected.

Lately though, that same intensity sometimes felt like pressure.

“Aight,” he said finally. “I did wanna talk to you about something.”

She set her mug down slowly. “Uh huh.”

“It’s nothing bad.”

“That’s what people say right before it’s bad.”

He exhaled through his nose and rubbed the back of his neck. “Imani, our marriage been… good. Right?”

The question was simple, but it landed heavy.

She tilted her head. “Yeah. Why?”

“I’m just saying. We solid. We trust each other.”

Her stomach tightened. Trust. That word wasn’t random.

“Malik,” she said quietly, “just say it.”

He hesitated.

And that’s when she knew this conversation was about to change something.

“I think we should try something new,” he said.

She raised a brow. “Like…?”

His eyes flicked to hers, then away, then back again. “Like inviting someone else into our relationship. Just once. An experience. Something exciting.”

Silence swallowed the kitchen.

Imani blinked.

She waited for him to laugh. For him to say he was joking. For him to break character.

He didn’t.

“You mean…” She swallowed. “Another person.”

“Yeah.”

“A woman,” she said flatly.

Malik nodded slowly. “Yeah.”

Her heart thudded once, hard, like it hit a wall.

She wasn’t shocked because she’d never heard of it. She’d heard friends joke about it. Seen conversations online. Even had coworkers whisper about “keeping things spicy.” But hearing it from her husband felt different. Real. Heavy. Personal.

“And you been thinking about this for how long?” she asked.

He scratched his beard. “A little while.”

“A little while like… a week?” she pressed.

He didn’t answer.

Her lips parted. “Malik.”

“…Couple months.”

Imani let out a quiet breath and leaned back against the counter, crossing her arms. Not angry. Not yet. Just… processing.

“And in these couple months,” she said carefully, “you pictured this how? Me just smiling and saying yes?”

“No,” he said quickly. “I pictured us talking about it like we are now. I wouldn’t ever force you into nothing.”

She studied his face.

He looked sincere. Hopeful, even.

And that’s what made this complicated.

Because there was no cruelty in his voice. No disrespect. Just curiosity. Excitement. Like he thought he was offering her something fun, not something that could split their world open.

“You bored with me?” she asked quietly.

His head snapped up. “What? No. Never.”

“Then why you want somebody else in our bed?”

“It’s not about replacing you,” he said softly. “It’s about adding something. An experience. Together. We strong enough for that.”

She stared at him.

Strong enough.

Her mind repeated the words slowly, like testing them for cracks.

Truth was… their marriage had been calm lately. Peaceful. Predictable. No fights. No chaos. Just routine. Work. Dinner. TV. Sleep. Repeat.

She used to think peace was the goal.

But peace, she was starting to realize, could sometimes feel a lot like silence.

“What if I don’t like it?” she asked.

“Then we stop,” he said instantly. “No questions. No pressure. I promise.”

“And if I do like it?” she said.

He smiled faintly. “Then we had fun.”

Imani searched his face for even a hint of doubt.

There wasn’t any.

That should’ve comforted her.

Instead, something deep inside her whispered a warning she couldn’t quite translate.

She picked up her coffee again, now lukewarm, and took a slow sip while thinking.

This wasn’t just about curiosity. This was a door. And doors didn’t just open.

They led somewhere.

“…You already got somebody in mind?” she asked.

Malik hesitated.

That was all the answer she needed.

Her chest tightened slightly.

“Her name’s Zariah,” he admitted.

The name lingered in the air between them like perfume.

Imani didn’t know why—but the moment she heard it, she felt it.

Something had just begun.

And she had no idea it would end with her questioning everything she thought she knew about love, loyalty… and herself.

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Alie Jaza-Rgt
Alie Jaza-Rgt
maaf ,hanya mengejar bonur yg GK mungkin
2023-07-04 10:55:24
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kak ini masih lanjut gak ceritanya, semangat kakak tak tunggu cerita nya lagi.
2022-03-01 23:02:18
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Yuvani Amalia Batubara
Yuvani Amalia Batubara
ceritanya baaguuss
2021-12-01 16:33:16
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Leni Ellawati
Leni Ellawati
semangat kak. di tunggu cerita selanjutnya
2021-11-12 13:44:49
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Ning ana M
Ning ana M
ceritanya informatif dan banyak istilah baru yang bisa didapat
2022-05-17 10:32:38
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