Leon and His Stepmother のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 1 - チャプター 10

The large house stood majestically on the outskirts of town, with a lush garden and brick walls that held years of secrets. For Leon, the house was more than just a place to live—it was a museum of memories. Every corner, every piece of furniture, reminded him of Melinda, his mother who had passed away five years ago from aggressive cancer. Melinda, who always laughed cheerfully while cooking in the kitchen, who read stories before bed in Leon's room, who planted roses in the back garden. Now, all of that was threatened by the presence of a stranger: Sonya.Leon, a 20-year-old young man, sat in his room with red eyes. His black hair was messy, and his athletic body—the result of basketball training at college—looked stiff with unrelenting anger. His father, Gito, 49, had just returned from his honeymoon in Bali with Sonya, a 27-year-old woman who was now his stepmother. Their wedding? Leon didn't even want to attend. For him, it was like a betrayal of his mother."This house does be

This morning, the morning sunlight filtered through Leon's bedroom curtains, waking him from a restless sleep. The previous night had felt like a sweet nightmare—Sonya's touch, her sighs, the scent of her skin still lingering in his memory. But now, as Leon opened his eyes, worry crept in. "What if she tells Dad?" he muttered, sitting on the edge of the bed, rubbing his face with his hands. His heart was pounding, imagining Gito's angry outburst: screams, accusations, perhaps even expulsion. Leon was no longer a child, but his father had unshakeable authority in this house. With heavy steps, he went downstairs to the dining table, ready to face the storm.The dining room was already alive with the aroma of coffee and toast. Gito sat at the head of the table, reading the morning paper while sipping his black coffee. Sonya was in the kitchen, flipping omelettes with seemingly casual movements. But when Leon entered, there was no explosion. Gito just glanced at him with a tired smi

Today, Leon decided to change his routine, hoping to take his mind off his worsening anxiety. Since the night before, Sonya's image had haunted him like a ghost, following his every move—in class, in the canteen, even in his sleep. "I need a distraction," he muttered that morning as he stood in his garage. Instead of taking his beloved motorbike, he chose his luxurious black SUV, a car he rarely used because it was more suitable for long journeys. "Today I want to hang out with my friends. So I don't think about her all the time," he thought, the car engine roaring as he started it. The cool morning air swept across his face through the open window, but his thoughts still returned to Sonya: her shy eyes, her unforgettable touch.At the university, Leon parked his SUV in a conspicuous spot near the main gate. Andra and two other friends—Riko and Dimas—immediately greeted him when they saw him. "Wow, bro, you brought your car today? You usually just ride your motorbike," said Andra,

Sunday arrived like an unexpected hot breeze, bringing with it a new wave of desire between Leon and Sonya that was growing increasingly uncontrollable. After a Saturday filled with hidden passion, the night before they both slept restlessly—Leon in his room tossing and turning in bed, his body still hot from Sonya's touch.Meanwhile, Sonya lay in the master bedroom beside Gito, who was snoring, her mind filled with images of Leon's strong hands and hungry lips. ***That morning, the big house was alive with the routine of the weekend: the aroma of fresh coffee from the kitchen, sunlight streaming through the large windows, and the sound of birds in the back garden. But behind that peace, their desires burned like a fire ready to ignite.Gito, who was usually relaxed on his days off, had a guest that morning—an old business associate named Mr Budi, a middle-aged man who loved chess. The two of them decided to play on the front porch, under the shade of a leafy tree, with an antique

Tonight was getting colder, the city night wind crept through the open roof of Andra's house, making the air feel like it was piercing the skin. Leon and Nissa were still sitting side by side on the concrete bench, the last cigarette smoke had disappeared, leaving a faint aroma of tobacco in the air. The sky above them is full of stars, but the cold air makes Leon shiver, even though his mind is still warm with Nissa's advice from earlier. Nissa, wearing a thin jacket, notices Leon shivering slightly. "It's cold, isn't it? Wait a minute, I'll get something to warm us up," she says as she gets up, her smile flirtatious but friendly. She went down to the kitchen for a moment, her footsteps echoing on the stairs, and returned with two cold cans of beer from the fridge—an expensive imported brand, with dew dripping on the surface."Let's have a drink, to relax. Tonight, we both need someone to talk to," said Nissa, handing Leon a can as she sat down closer, their shoulders almost touc