Darian's heart was in turmoil after David's words. He couldn't pretend not to care about Alea if she was attempting suicide. The thought of Alea hurting herself again haunted him, and the guilt would stay with him for a lifetime. Darian contemplated whether he should tell Fahira about Alea or not."No," Darian whispered, massaging his nose bridge with closed eyes. He knew Fahira well enough; she would probably choose to leave him rather than see someone else getting hurt, and Darian didn't want that to happen.In the end, he decided to follow David's advice and meet with Alea, accompanied by David. He didn't want anything undesirable to occur. He was worried that Alea might do something reckless, and Darian didn't want to be trapped in an unwanted situation.From a distance, David observed Darian and Alea engaged in a serious conversation. Alea's eyes were filled with hatred as she stared at Darian. After a while, she stood up from her seat and grabbed a glass o

A man is seen sleeping in restlessness. He moves erratically, causing his king-size bed to look messy, as if he has just finished a heated battle. But in reality, he is only wrestling with his thick blanket. Occasionally, the sound of sighs fills the quiet and dark room. The only light comes from the shy moon peeking through the silver curtains, waving softly due to the breeze from the room's air conditioner. The silhouette of a man is seen sitting without clothes, then he tosses aside his only cover. Wearing only boxer shorts, he gets up from the bed and looks for his flat object to contact someone.A stifled growl masks the only rhythm that has dominated the silence when the number he called turns out to be inactive. He checks the time on the small screen in his hand. His hand reaches out to the nightstand, searching for something. Byar... The light greets his eyes harshly, and he quickly shields his sight with his strong hands. Dragging his lazy feet, he enters the bathroo

"Next week, we'll go to Surabaya together with Mr. Darian and Mr. David," Fahira revealed during dinner with Ariel. The 18-year-old teenager stopped chewing her food in surprise. She quickly swallowed the mouthful and washed it down with a gulp of warm tea to clear her throat."Are you serious, sister Fahira?" Ariel replied, stuttering in disbelief. He had longed to visit his parents' graves for a while. However, he had kept this wish to himself, not wanting to burden Fahira with his thoughts."Yes, I'm serious. It's a school holiday for you anyway," Fahira continued with teary eyes. She felt the same longing. Missing her hometown, cherishing memories with her parents and friends."Are you sure it's safe for us to go back?" Ariel asked, his smile fading as he remembered the foreign letter they found when they woke up in the apartment they currently lived in.Fahira smiled and nodded reassuringly, "I'm sure it's safe. We should finish our meal."The

Yasmin could only look on with deep concern at her son, who was packing some clothes into his suitcase. She sat at the edge of the bed, her hands tightly clasped in her lap. Yasmin was truly worried about her only son. For the first time, she felt so sad about Darian leaving, apart from work matters. Although Darian often traveled abroad for a few days or even a week, Yasmin had gotten used to it. What worried her was the truth that might be revealed—facts about her husband's relationship with Fahira's parents. Yasmin could only pray that everything would be fine and go according to her son's wishes. Seeing Darian's immense love for Fahira suddenly made Yasmin fearful."Darian, are you sure you're going to Surabaya to meet Fahira's family?" Yasmin's words made Darian pause in his activity. He smiled and then sat by Yasmin's side."Yes, Mom, I'm very sure. Don't you also want to know the reason why Dad asked us to protect Fahira?" Darian replied, receiving a nod f

In her room, Fahira gently and patiently tried to reason with Ariel, who was caught up in emotions. Truthfully, Fahira felt disappointed with her family's reception, which seemed unwelcoming to her and Ariel. Moreover, Fahira noticed that everything in the house had changed. Not a single trace of their presence remained. Everything felt unfamiliar."Didn't I tell you, Ariel? You shouldn't cause trouble here. Our purpose in coming back is just to visit Father and Mother's graves, right?" Fahira said softly as she looked into Ariel's eyes."But sis, this is our home, so it's only natural that we reclaim our rights!" Ariel insisted, his jaw clenched, remembering the disdainful looks from Arya. Now, everything was entirely owned by Arya, and Ariel had to live in a small, simple apartment. Fahira smiled and gently placed her hand on Ariel's back, which was resting on her lap. She lifted it and held it tightly."Let go of it all, dear. For me, you are the most preciou