Letta blinked a few times as suddenly the bedroom door opened loudly. "Wake up, don't tell me you're being lazy just because it's Sunday," someone snapped, making Letta try to sit up. But her movement stopped when her stomach started hurting again, prompting Letta to caress her flat stomach. Was this the effect of last night's impact that hadn't gone away? Letta thought, then she sat back down, looking at her aunt who was now glaring at her, no longer the same as before, when she used to look at her with one eye closed."Aunt,""I've heard all about Miti's story. Don't you have any mercy to help your own sister? Or have my acts of kindness toward you been insufficient?" Jeni said, making Letta sigh with exhaustion. Even her energy hadn't fully recovered yet, but she had to listen to the scolding of the two people in front of her, who certainly despised her."I have often helped her, Aunt," Letta answered without enthusiasm, her focus solely on her increasingly painful stomach."What d
Since earlier, Letta had been waiting in the waiting room before her name was finally called. While holding her stomach, which was starting to feel better though still painful, Letta hoped that nothing bad would happen to her and her unborn baby. However, Letta's attention was interrupted when suddenly a teenager in complete school uniform shouted not far from the hallway where she was."I don't want to, because I already said I'm fine," she said, making Letta slightly furrow her brow as she saw the straight back that was now facing her. Somehow, it felt very familiar, but the next moment, Letta tried to dismiss the thought."Even my mother doesn't care, so what's the point of bothering to bring me here," were the words of the teenager that Letta overheard, causing her to finally ignore the argument between the two and choose to check her phone, trying to contact her friend."Mia, can I crash at your apartment tonight?" was the short message Letta sent to her friend, then she put her
Somehow, Letta could only sit restlessly after being examined by the doctor handling her this time. Occasionally, Letta glanced at the man beside her who had been sitting with a calm expression, before turning her attention back to the doctor who was now in front of them."So, Miss Letta Leticia, how old are you?" the doctor asked, prompting Letta to answer immediately, "25 years old," Letta replied, causing the doctor to jot it down."What is your husband's name?" the doctor asked again, leaving Letta confused. The doctor then turned to Letta, diverting their gaze which had been focused solely on Letta's information."What is your husband's name?" the doctor asked again, glancing between Letta and Marco. This eventually left Letta with no choice but to admit the truth. "Actually, doc, I..." her words were cut off when Marco suddenly intervened, "Marco Jovanka, that's her husband's name," Marco said, causing Letta to widen her eyes. The doctor seemed to notice Letta's expression, but
Mia looked at Letta with a furrowed brow, with a suitcase by her side. She let out a long sigh, then welcomed her friend into her apartment. Mia invited Letta to sit down and offered her some warm tea, considering the extremely cold weather outside."Why did you go out with such thin clothing? Why didn't you wear a jacket or anything to keep yourself warm?" Mia said as she draped a blanket over Letta, making Letta smile while sipping the warm tea. Her friend was truly the most understanding friend Letta had."I didn't really have time to pay attention to what I was wearing right now. Even when packing my things, I was in a hurry because I didn't want to listen to Aunt's nagging and Mit's complaints for too long," Letta said as she placed the teacup down, making Mia look at her with a raised eyebrow. It seemed Letta knew what her friend was expecting."I will tell you, but may I go to the bathroom first?" Letta asked again, making Mia let out a long sigh before nodding. Letta smiled an
Arabella furrowed her brow as Marco suddenly asked to meet her. However, for the past fifteen minutes, her fiancé hadn't uttered a single word. He was only focused on the coffee cup, from which even the steam had disappeared."Honey, what do you want to talk about? You're scaring me," Arabella said, getting up from her seat and approaching Marco, who was sitting beside her, while wrapping her arm around his shoulder. Marco looked up and gazed at the beautiful face of his fiancée.Of course, Marco couldn't divert his gaze from the woman who had been his partner for approximately three years. If it weren't for an unfortunate incident that Marco didn't want, maybe next year Marco would have proposed to his fiancée. Marco finally took Arabella's wrist and kissed it, making Arabella smile with all of Marco's affectionate and genuine gestures.Then, Marco pulled Arabella to sit on his lap. Arabella happily leaned in and gave Marco a kiss right on the lips."Is there a problem at the office?
Marco immediately stepped into the residence of the Jovanka family, which he hadn't visited in who knows how long. This made Marco promptly greeted by Krisna, the head servant at the Jovanka house."The mistress is waiting for you in the family room," Krisna said. Marco seemed to already anticipate why he was suddenly called to his extended family's residence. He immediately walked towards the family room, where his own mother was already waiting for him."Good evening, Mom," Marco greeted with a friendly smile as he always did to greet Elena. However, Elena looked at him with an indifferent face as Marco had predicted beforehand. Nevertheless, Marco still approached his mother and affectionately kissed her cheek."It seems my Mom is in a bad mood," Marco said as he sat in front of Elena with a cup of coffee that had been served by the attendant earlier."Of course, I am angry. How could I not be angry with your behavior?" Elena said, causing Marco to finally set down the cup. He gaze
Letta smiled after ending her conversation with Abian. However, her smile quickly faded as she remembered the reality she had to face. Letta had to confront Abian about her pregnancy, and that worried her. Her reverie was abruptly halted as the bedroom door opened, revealing Mia, already dressed for work."You really don't consider me as your friend," Mia said with an angry and frustrated face, making Letta furrow her brow."Did I do something wrong?" Letta asked, making Mia exhale in annoyance."What do you think?" she said again, making Letta shrug nonchalantly. It further frustrated Mia with her friend's attitude. Mia always felt that Letta sometimes guarded her heart, as if she didn't want anything inside her to be read or known by others. This made Mia feel a little disappointed, even though she had always offered whatever help Letta needed."How could you send a resignation letter without telling me? Didn't we agree that you would still work for a few more months?" Mia said, mak
Marco began to reach out his hand to press the right button on the side of the door. A beep sounded, and the door opened, revealing a luxurious apartment with all modern facilities. Marco scanned his gaze in all directions, then his steps led to the second floor where Arabella's room was located. Slowly, Marco approached Arabella, who was standing near the window, seemingly absorbed in the view of the bustling city outside.Marco walked closer and hugged Arabella from behind, -but Arabella seemed to ignore him, as if Marco wasn't there."Are you still angry?" Marco asked, kissing Arabella's clearly tense shoulder."Yes, it seems like you are still angry," Marco answered himself, tightening his embrace."I'm sorry," Marco said, making Arabella finally turn to look at her fiancé. For Arabella, perhaps Marco would become her ex-fiancé, because she couldn't bear to imagine Marco marrying another woman, especially if that woman was carrying Marco's child."Do you think all these problems c