MasukARIA
It’s morning, and I am in the kitchen, preparing breakfast. Yesterday evening never left my mind for once.
I thought everything ended the moment Luna got discharged… little did I know it just got started.
Luna is quiet at breakfast in a very unusual way, and I know exactly what it is all about. She is withdrawn just like that morning after Tommy, her classmate, called her a bastard.
ARIAIt’s morning, and I am in the kitchen, preparing breakfast. Yesterday evening never left my mind for once.I thought everything ended the moment Luna got discharged… little did I know it just got started.Luna is quiet at breakfast in a very unusual way, and I know exactly what it is all about. She is withdrawn just like that morning after Tommy, her classmate, called her a bastard.“Not hungry, baby?”She shrugs, pushing her cereal around without eating it, refusing to meet my eyes.“Bad dream?”Another shrug; she doesn’t answer.She wanders to the living room window a while later, and I watch her go still, peering at the man stationed at the gate.“Mummy, who’s that man over there?” she says, pointing at him.
ARIAOnce Sonia leaves for her house and Luna’s finally settled and asleep, the apartment quiets into something peaceful and tense at the same time.It is just Damian and I in the sitting room, time almost 10 pm.He sits across from me on the couch, eyes fixed on the documentary being televised, but I can see his focus is not there. Just his eyes.He clears his throat the first time; I don’t lift my eyes from the brief I am writing on my laptop. After five minutes, he clears his throat again.“Aria, please, can we talk?”I raise my head briefly, hands still on the keyboard. “Aren’t you planning on going home?” I check the time. “It’s getting late. You should be going.”He turns down the volume of the TV, facing me directly now. “It’s about Luna, Aria,&rd
ARIAI hear a knock on the hospital door around three in the morning.Damian doesn’t visit this late. Either he comes early and stays, or he doesn’t come at all.I peep through the door and see him standing there, his arm bandaged and slung, hair dishevelled, bruises all over his face and body like he just returned from war.He is shaken in a way I’ve never seen him before, not even during Luna’s worst moment. For a moment, I get scared of opening the door. I do anyway.Once I’ve opened the door, I shut it quickly behind me. I am now standing right before him with little or no distance between us. I notice the visible bloodstains on his shirt.“Oh, my God!” I whisper. “What happened, Damian?”“We were attacked.”“My goodness,”
DAMIAN“You’re sure he can actually do this?” I ask, watching the IT specialist Marcus brought in work through security layers on the archive, lines of code scrolling faster than I can follow.”“Have I ever failed with our technicians? He is the best I know,” Marcus says, standing close beside him.We talk about the man as if he is not right under our noses. He does not interrupt or try to defend his skills; he just keeps working on the computer.“Have you also informed him these are confidential information and he is not supposed to see it?”“He has been properly briefed,” Marcus says.It takes nearly forty minutes. Then the screen shifts, the restricted flag disappearing, replaced by a directory of files I haven’t been able to access in a long while.“We are in,&rdq
DAMIANWhen Aria leaves the office that afternoon, the numbness I feel is one I have never felt in my entire life.It’s as though my head will come down from its original position.I manage to drive home that night safely. I never thought I would be able to, after sitting exactly where she left me for two hours, unmoving even after the close of work. I sit alone in my study, the house pressing in around me like I might not survive the night. I let myself cry properly for the first time in longer than I remember.There are no cameras to video a crying CEO, nobody to hold me. Just me and myself behind closed doors, weeping for all the mistakes I have made that are about to cost me even the future. Pouring everything out raw.I sit in the dark and grieve the six years stolen by my pride, carelessness and manipulation of others. My fath
ARIAI pick up my bag for the second time and want to walk out.I have had enough; I have heard enough. But what I truly never expected was the display of shock by Damian. I sincerely believed he knew, or at least had an idea of the true identity of Victoria.Sitting here to watch his lips part in awe, and his body tremble, was never part of what I envisaged.He believed them. The pains, sorrows, hardships and struggles I passed through alone could have been avoided if he listened to me. But he never did. And now, he wants forgiveness. Just like that.I drop my bag on the table and stare at him. “Can you remember when I walked into this same office that day, telling you my father developed a stroke?”He doesn’t respond. His head is bowed, pressed into his hands.“Can you also remember how I walked in







