Atma looked at Bara confused; he wanted to trust Bara, but his suspicions were much greater. "Trust me!" said Bara while looking at her calmly."Excuse me, sir, how can I help you?" asked security while nodding politely. Atma stared flatly at the security guard."Good afternoon, sir. Sorry if we have to come this late in the evening. We made an appointment with the marketing team, but they were stuck in traffic, so he asked us to come first."The security officer seemed to frown in confusion. "If I may know how many units, sir?"Bara seemed to think for a moment, then he said the number of the house, which was still empty. "201, sir, I ordered it a week ago. And I want to look at it one more time before I buy it.”The security guar

The sound of the baby twins crying distracted Clarita. The woman rushed into the house, not forgetting to lock the fence and close the main door of her house again. She approached baby Yandra, who was crying with her eyes closed. Swiftly, the 22-year-old woman took off her apron and rushed to carry Yandra. She grabbed a bottle of breast milk, which was always available in the small refrigerator in her room. Dean bought it with the intention that her older brother wouldn't have to worry about storing breast milk and would also shorten the time if the baby twins cried in the middle of the night.Clarita held her daughter gently; she gently rubbed Yandra's back while cradling her with a soft song. Soon her son's crying subsided; now she could breathe freely. After Yandra fell asleep again, Clarita put her back on the bed and looked after her with a bolster. After that, she put on her apron again and walked towards the kitchen.She had to immediately complete the cake samples she was goin

"Yes, it is me." Clarita answered without fear. "Now you can choose to leave here and don't bother my little sister, or you will be reckless, and I will make sure you end up in prison."The man grimaced at the threat from the woman he thought was Dean's older sister. Without saying a word, the man immediately left on his trail motorcycle. Dean breathed a sigh of relief, and he hugged Clarita with his body shaking. Clarita returned her sister's hug and rubbed her sister's back gently.Clarita and Dean's interaction turned out to be a sight for the man, who was still waiting for his things to arrive. Atma and Bara observed the incident from the front of their house. Bara looked at Clarita in disbelief. The woman he thought was weak was actually capable of being firm; he didn't even dare look at Clarita's deadly gaze for long.“Crazy, it turns out to be the female version of  Atma! Very sharp boss! It's like a newly bought knife is sharp," said Bara, shu

Clarita continued to remember Mrs. RT's words; she thought about the man who had taken her precious crown. Clarita couldn't completely blame the man because she also enjoyed the night where all her suffering began. Even though she was under the influence of stimulants, she still enjoyed and allowed her to touch every curve of her body.Likewise with Clarita, the handsome-faced man who is currently sitting on the balcony of hers house is thinking about Mrs. RT's words. He also realised that his face was similar to Yandra's, even though it was only at a glance. “Jay!” Atma shouted from behind his room door. "I'm coming in, okay?" he asked after opening the door to Atma's room."I haven't said yes yet," Atma quipped as his friend sat on the bed in his room."After all, you said yes, right? By the way, I'm thinking about what Mrs. RT said; perhaps the girl you've been looking for is Clarita. So far, we've only been looking in Jakarta, right? And his camp

Atma's car drove through the streets of Semarang; beside her sat a woman with a tiny baby in her arms, while in the back seat there was a tiny baby who was fast asleep. Occasionally, Atma and the woman turned to observe the small movements of the tiny baby."Cla, may I speak?" Atma asked in a soft tone.The forehead of the woman sitting next to her was furrowed, indicating that she was confused by the attitude or conversation of the man behind the steering wheel. "Why?" he asked after several minutes of silence.“Where is your husband or father?" He asked carefully. "If you don't want to tell me, that's fine; I'm just a little curious."Clarita looked away; she stared at the street that morning. The green plants on the side of the road are decorated with garden chairs, and several street vendors are lined up neatly in their places. "I… don't have a husband. I don't know who the father is either." Clarita dared to reveal who she was.At