Se connecterIt was beginning to turn dusk when Anita left her office. The sky was red, as if reflecting her finally calm heart. She took a deep breath, enjoying the breeze caressing her face. It had been a rough day, but at least two venomous snakes, as Anita called them, no longer intimidated her.
She opened her car door, ready to step inside, when the sound of hurried footsteps stopped her. "Anita." Reflexively, she turned. A middle-aged man in a gray suit stood a few meters away. His face was calm, but there were lines of worry at the corners of his eyes. "Father-in-law?" Anita tilted her head, surprised. "What are you doing here, Dad?" "Can we talk for a moment?" Anwar's tone was calm, but Anita detected a hint of wariness. She raised an eyebrow, considering, but finally nodded. "Okay. Let's go to the garden behind the building. It's quieter there." They walked in silence, only the sound of their shoes bouncing on the tiled floor. The small garden behind the building was silent. Only the gurgling water from the fish pond and the rustling of the wind through the leaves accompanied them. "So, what's the matter with you, Dad?" Anita asked, looking directly into Anwar's eyes. He sighed heavily, as if considering many things. "Morgan is returning to Indonesia." Anita was silent for a moment, before finally saying, "I know. He contacted me first." Anwar was surprised. "Did he tell you?" "Yes. Why? Is there something Dad is worried about? Is he having financial difficulties?" Anita was deliberately provoking. She knew there was something he wasn't saying. Anwar's lips moved, as if about to speak, then decided against it. Finally, he shook his head slowly. "No. It's not that." "Then what? Dad seems anxious," Anita said quietly, noticing the look in her father-in-law's eyes. Silence. Anwar stared at the pond in front of them, then finally spoke. "He's in big trouble. Trouble I can't tell you in detail. But one thing's for sure... Morgan has a lot of enemies, Anita. Enemies who won't hesitate to kill anyone who gets near him." Anita fell silent. Her heart sank, but she tried to remain calm. "What do you mean, Dad? Am I—" "You'd better be careful. Then I'll be going." Mr. Anwar left immediately after saying that Morgan had many enemies. He was worried that Anita would become his main target. Anita herself was surprised by what Mr. Anwar had just said. Morgan had a lot of enemies? Who's the enemy, anyway?" "Mr. Anwar," Anita called back, but the man had already left. "Wow, he runs so fast." Anita was about to chase after Anwar and ask something, but the man had already left. It left her puzzled. "What did he mean by that?" Anita thought. While Anita chatted with Anwar in the garden, two female figures peeked out from behind the vine-covered wall. The afternoon breeze ruffled Hana's loose hair, but her gaze remained sharp, observing Anita's movements. "Does Mama know that man?" Hana whispered softly, her voice almost drowned out by the murmur of the pond water. Ayu shook her head slowly. Her face was full of puzzlement. "No. But from the way they spoke… it wasn't a normal relationship." "Are you sure, Mama?" Hana looked at her mother with a raised eyebrow. "He seemed familiar. He even seemed to be saying something important." "Yeah… I felt strange too. Anita isn't the type to get close to men carelessly." Hana squinted, observing Anwar's posture from a distance. Although the man's body wasn't as youthful as it once was, his eyes were strong and compelling. "Wait, Mom... could it be that that old man is Anita's husband?" Ayu glanced at Hana quickly, shocked. "You said... her husband?" "Yes. They're both mysterious. If he really is her husband, then Anita is hiding something." Ayu seemed to be deep in thought. Her eyes stared blankly at the ketapang tree, which was shedding its leaves one by one. "No way. I know Anita is intelligent; she wouldn't marry a man our father's age." "That's precisely why it's interesting to investigate." Hana grinned slightly. "I won't stay silent." But the smile quickly faded when Ayu gripped her daughter's hand tightly. "I want you to investigate that man, Hana. Find out who he is, what his relationship is with Anita, and what they're both hiding." "Me?" Hana's face suddenly looked reluctant. "I'm not a detective, Mom. And I'm busy taking care of my own engagement." Ayu tightened her grip on his hand. "Listen, you're the future son-in-law of the Sanjaya family. You have everything: access, money, power. Don't let your engagement be ruined just because of one scheming woman named Anita." Hana fell silent, starting to feel a burning sensation in her chest. The engagement to Prayoga was part of her plan, and if Anita interfered… she wouldn't let it happen. "Okay, Mom. If this is what you want, I'll do it." A sly smile slowly formed on her lips. "Good." Ayu smiled with satisfaction. "We won't let Anita ruin everything. She needs to know her place." The two of them looked at each other before finally turning to leave their hiding place. TO BE CONTINUEDHana took Prayoga's hand and led him with her. They both reached the seat where Anita and her husband were sitting."Hello, Anita," Hana greeted.Anita turned to Hana, who was now holding Prayoga's hand affectionately. It seemed she was deliberately showing off to her.Anita extended her hand and congratulated Hana. "Congratulations on your engagement, Hana, and Prayoga."Hana returned the gesture with a glance. "Yes, thank you very much.""Who is she?" Prayoga asked Hana, as this was the first time he had seen her.Anita, hearing this, immediately smiled sarcastically. It seemed Hana had deliberately kept her from telling her."You don't know who I am? Oh, that's natural, it's the first time we've met. Let me introduce myself. My name is Anita Anindya Hartanto."Hearing the surname made Prayoga turn to Hana. "You have a sibling, Hana? Didn't you say you were the Hartanto family's only child?"Prayoga was a little annoyed because he felt he'd been lied to by Hana. Moreover, it turned
Dressing Room – Minutes Before the EventHana stared at her reflection in the large, brightly lit mirror. The luxurious ivory gown draped around her body, giving off a soft glow, complemented by the elegant makeup that accentuated her beauty tonight. However, beneath the satisfied look in her eyes, there lurked a glimmer of ambition."It's done, Sis," the MUA said with a proud smile after applying the final touches to Hana's cheeks."Good," Hana replied curtly. She reached for a small velvet box and opened it, revealing a sparkling gemstone necklace, as if eager to capture the attention of anyone who saw it. She put it around her neck and looked back into the mirror."Tonight... everything will change," she murmured softly.The door suddenly swung open. Prayoga entered with an impatient expression, his face slightly irritated."You're taking too long," he protested.Hana simply turned her head slowly, then stood gracefully. "I was just fixing my makeup. Who told you—" she stopped and
Morgan's black car slowly pulled into the parking lot where the event was taking place. Behind the wheel, his expression remained calm, seemingly unaffected by the formal atmosphere within the grand building.After parking the car, Morgan got out first. With a polite and dignified demeanor, he opened the passenger door. Anita stepped out gracefully, her elegant dress swaying with her steps."Thank you, Morgan," Anita said curtly.Morgan simply nodded slightly. "You're welcome."But before they could walk any further, Anita tugged on his jacket sleeve, stopping him momentarily. "Morgan," her voice was low but firm. "Inside, I want us to look like a real married couple. Don't give them any reason to suspect anything."Morgan glanced at her briefly, before his lips curved into a faint smile. Wordlessly, he wrapped his arm around Anita's waist, pulling her close until she was almost touching."What are you—" Anita choked, her eyes widening as the distance between them evaporated so quickl
"How's my wife?"The deep voice greeted her softly, making Anita stop in her tracks. She turned, and her eyes immediately caught the figure of a sturdy man wearing an elegant black suit. His steps were steady, his leather shoes echoing softly on the marble floor. But what made Anita frown wasn't his model-like appearance, but rather... the plain black mask that still covered half of his face.Her heart clenched for a moment."Why is your face still covered? Isn't... your surgery over?" she asked softly, trying to hold back her disappointment.Morgan—the masked man—was silent for a moment. His wedding ring-wearing fingers clenched slightly. "The surgery is indeed over," he replied.Anita took a deep breath. She stepped closer, the sound of her heels echoing softly in the room."Then why is it covered?" she asked again, this time in a slightly sharper tone. "I want to see your face. At least... I deserve to know who my husband is, don't I?"Understandably, Anita had never seen her husba
Anita stood in front of the full-length mirror in her bedroom. Her elegant evening blue dress fell gracefully along her curves, and her makeup accentuated a beauty she never flaunted casually. Tonight, she wasn't just a guest. She was a symbol of resistance.After ensuring everything was perfect, Anita picked up a small bag that matched her dress. She stepped out of her house and headed for her parked car. She started the engine, and at a moderate speed, she sped off into the darkness.A few minutes later, the car stopped in front of a modest house located some distance from the city center. It was a stark contrast to her luxurious lifestyle. Yet, here, her husband had lived—in a place filled with tranquility and secrecy.Anita got out of the car and looked around. The porch light was dim, but it was enough to make out the figure of a middle-aged man standing in the doorway. His face was friendly, but his eyes held a sharpness that couldn't be ignored."Good evening, son-in-law," the
"What did you find?" Anita asked over the phone."About Prawira, it turns out he's dead."ThrilledAnita was shocked to learn that Prawira, the man she was once engaged to, was dead. How could this be? No media outlets even reported his death. Could this be the reason why the Sanjaya family never exposed their heir?"Dead?" Anita asked again.Anita felt curious after hearing this sad news. Was he murdered? It was certainly a dispute over the inheritance. His fate wasn't much different from hers."Yes, the investigation says he was in an accident two years ago.""An accident?""That's all the information I have. I don't know the rest. Perhaps since Prawira was declared dead, the entire inheritance went to Prayoga, Hana's fiancé. Considering they were part of the same family," Icha explained.Anita, hearing this, smiled meaningfully. "I'm becoming increasingly suspicious that Prawira might have been murdered by Prayoga.""You're right, Anita. I suspect that too." Icha thought for a mome







