"Why are you here?" Vio asked. She felt embarrassed at being caught in a position where others might misunderstand. She was in the body of a man, although the reality was not that perverted.
"I was passing by and saw this show. It made me want to watch it live," Brian teased. There's no way he could tell if he was busybody with what happened. After seeing it firsthand, it wasn't as bad as he thought.With Brian's help, Vio was finally able to report the man to the police. However, Vio must follow up on the case again. Vio can breathe a sigh of relief. One of the perpetrators of sexual harassment can finally be processed as well."You're not afraid?" Brian asked. Now Brian and Vio are in front of the police station. Vio waited for a taxi while Brian wanted to know more about this girl. "Afraid of what?" Vio asked instead. The girl is now sipping the coffee in the bottle that she asked the police."The same person earlier. This is the first time I've seen a girl aThe weather in the city was hot. No one can deny it. Those who felt comfortable were sitting quietly in an air-conditioned room.Life was hard and heavy, in stark contrast to her beautiful face. She was Vio, with the long name Violet Handoko, who had that fate. Her beautiful face can't guarantee her life will go in rhythm with her physique."You poor woman!" It was one of the ridicule sentences she had received since childhood. Her stature is not typical of indigenous people who have brown skin—especially the color of his eyes and hair, which looks more striking than the others. Vio's eye color is gray, as is her silver hair.Her white skin, which turned red when exposed to direct sunlight, made her look more like an outsider. No one believes that she is Handoko's daughter, the man she now calls father. That's all because Handoko's physique is the original physique of an indigenous person.No one knows who Vio's mother is, and there is no one she can ask for help to tell her about thi
"Hello, police. There's been a robbery on Mango Street." After a brief conversation with the police on the phone, the woman hugged her bag again. This time she was so scared because she saw Vio, who was still beating the thugs. What if she gets hurt? What if the police don't come soon? How about this? That's all that keeps spinning in the woman's head. Even though she saw that Vio was very good at fighting, she was still overwhelmed when she had to fight the big man.Vio continued to fight the man, even though she was a woman, but her strength was not inferior to that of the thugs. It's not in vain that she learned taekwondo all this time. She can protect herself as well as help others."Damn it! Damn it! Damn it!" Vio continued to beat the goons. She is now in a position on top of the thug's stomach. Vio's punch battered the thug's face."Oh... my gosh...." The man begged, hoping for Vio's mercy. However, Vio, who was still annoyed, continued to beat non-stop. It was as if she had h
"May I help your father?" Vio was surprised to hear Azzura's question, so she could only stare. She had only just met the woman, but why did she seem so good to her. "No need, Ma'am." Vio couldn't help but smile. She didn't want to bother other people. "So what?" "I can still take care of my father." Vio smiled awkwardly. She wasn't comfortable with this kind of attention. Especially from someone she just met. "Sorry," Azura whispered. She didn't expect her good intentions to cause inconvenience to others. After that, there was only silence between the two. Not long after, Azzura's car entered the courtyard of a clinic. They were both still silent. They were confused about where to start the conversation again. "Vio! Come on. Treat your wound first." Azzura entered the clinic, followed by Vio behind her. "Afternoon, Mrs. Azzura," said one of the security guards in front of the clinic. "Afternoon too, Mr. Supri. Is Mr. Adrian inside?" asked Azzura. She smiled back at Mr. Supri
"Ah, no! It's just that--" Vio hung her words. She hesitated again. Should she ask this or not? Azzura raised her eyebrows, still waiting for what Vio would say. "Are you married?" Vio closed. Sometimes she asks someone she has just met. 'You stupid Vio,' she cursed in her heart. "Ha ha ha ...!" Vio is confused. Why is Azzura laughing? Isn't Vio already rude by asking like that? Azzura raised her left hand as if she wanted to show Vio something. "It's a wedding ring. That means I'm married." "Yes." Vio smirked. She felt the question was very unimportant. If only she could turn back time. "I'm married, and I love him." Vio looked at Zura. She says honesty. There was a twinkle of happiness in the woman's eyes when she said, love. Vio was sure that Azzura was telling the truth. But why is there sadness in it too? "Surely your husband is a good person. The proof is that you are perfect," said Vio. She likes that. Says what's on her mind. Sometimes she wonders herself with her mout
"Sir! There is a meeting with Mr. Mark Sutopo this afternoon." Risa is currently in front of Brian's desk. She holds the tablet in her hand. All of Brian's schedules are in Risa's hands. "What time is the meeting?" Brian asked, his eyes still on the pile of reports in front of him. "Two o'clock in the afternoon," answered Risa firmly. Brian stopped his activities he took a deep breath. Mark Sutopo is one of his business rivals who aggressively bring down his company. Brian knew that Mark often resorted to sneaky ways, but as an honest person, Brian couldn't move. He had to think of all the consequences he had to take. "Remind me later!" Brian decides to go back to dealing with the reports that he says never stop. Every day, there was always a mountain of information that he had to check. If the company gets bigger, the work will also increase. Brian suddenly remembered when his company wasn't this big before, and he still had plenty of time for Azzura and Kyra. Not like this time.
"Vio! What are you doing? Why is your face so battered?" Handoko looked panicked when he saw that his only daughter was battered. The beautiful face that she used to show in an instant disappeared, replaced with horrific bruises. "Papa. This Vio fell earlier, Pa," replied Vio. She couldn't be honest with her father, knowing she would be apprehensive if she told the truth. "Fall? Where? There's no way you just fell, girl?" Handoko approached Vio. He wanted to see the wound himself. Is it true that she fell or was beaten? Vio looked away as her father looked at the area of her face. "Yes, Pa. Vio just fell. She landed on the asphalt. So it was battered like this." Vio smirked. It's as if she doesn't have any problems now. "Don't lie, Vio. I know you're lying. I've known you since you were a baby." With his weak voice, Handoko sticks to his opinion. He had eaten so long in life that there was no way such a clichéd excuse could fool him. Vio took a deep breath. "I'm sorry, Pa. Sorr
"Morning, Honey." Azzura came down from the top floor of her room. She headed straight to the dining room to accompany Brian to breakfast. Azzura looks very beautiful in a black dress with a length below the knee. Brian had been stealing glances ever since he smelled his wife's scent. Even from a distance of meters, Brian knew the smell of Azzura's perfume. "Hmm...!" He still felt annoyed with Azzura's request that night even though he had also spent a long passionate night with her. "Tsk!" Azzura memorized Brian inside and out. She knew that at this time, her husband was trying to sulk her. Something that has not been in their relationship for a long time. So far, there is only passion without any significant waves in their household. At least that's what Azzura thought. Zura walked over to Brian and put her hand on her husband's shoulder, and then kissed his cheek. Azzura didn't care about Brian's carefree attitude; she kept acting. A masculine scent immediately wafted into Azzur
After Vio said goodbye to Handoko to look for work, she continued walking down the sidewalk in an uncertain direction. She was confused about where to look? Vio doesn't want Handoko to worry about her situation. Because if she stays at home, then she will only contemplate. "I'm drained. Been around like this; no one has open vacancies. Only a high school diploma. Where else do you ask?" Vio is now sitting on a long chair by the roadside. She wiped her sweaty forehead, although sometimes she had to endure the sting of the wound that had not yet dried. "Ouch...!" Vio complained when her hand accidentally nudged the bruises that still hurt. She could only wince in pain. Maybe she felt like she wanted to cry right now, but that would only make her weak. Vio pouted. She felt that her luck was too bad. Had she done anything wrong in the past that she received karma like this—a lousy life and far from happy. Vio saw the brown envelope in her hand. If she gave up this time, what about her