LOVE BEYOND THE PAIN のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 191 - チャプター 200

The room was swallowed by darkness.Only the dim glow from Aurelia's laptop remained, casting a faint light across her face. The ticking wall clock sounded louder than ever, emphasizing the silence that settled over the office after the power went out."Bas?" Aurelia called softly, a hint of panic creeping into her voice."Relax," Baskara replied immediately. His voice was calm and reassuring. "It's probably just a temporary outage. I'll check."He started to get up but stopped himself. In complete darkness, searching for the door or a light switch would only increase the risk of someone getting hurt.Aurelia shifted in her seat, reaching for her phone to turn on the flashlight. Instead, her foot caught the extension cord beneath the desk."Oh my..."She lurched forward.Without thinking, Baskara grabbed her by the shoulder."Lia!"She nearly crashed into the desk, but his strong arm caught her just in time. In th

That afternoon, the Jakarta sky glowed with shades of gold and amber. The fading sunlight filtered between the city's towering skyscrapers, reflecting softly against the glass windows. The spacious venue where the Mahesa Group Foundation charity gala would be held was still buzzing with activity. Workers moved back and forth assembling portable stages, securing the overhead lighting rigs, and testing the sound system, which crackled before cutting out again. The gala was still a week away, but every detail had to be perfect.Amid the organized chaos, Gian stood with quiet authority. His suit was immaculate, though his shirt sleeves were rolled up. One hand held the event layout while his sharp eyes examined every detail. A slight furrow creased his brow, not just from the demanding schedule but from the enormous pressure to ensure the foundation's prestigious charity gala was flawless.From the opposite side of the hall, Devina walked toward him.Her hair was tied back in a simple pon

That morning, sunlight filtered through the sheer curtains of Aurelia's room. The smell of freshly toasted bread filled the small apartment. She sat at the little table by the window, looking down at a simple breakfast of scrambled eggs, toast with jam, and a steaming cup of tea. For a moment, she welcomed the silence, hoping it would calm the thoughts that had been weighing on her since the night before.The peaceful moment didn't last.Her phone rang.It was the ringtone she had assigned to calls from home.Her hand froze above her spoon.The hesitation was immediate. It was the same familiar reluctance she always felt whenever her parents' names appeared on her screen.Aurelia drew in a quiet breath.Should I answer... or ignore it?Her heart urged her to let it ring.Her mind told her otherwise.In the end, she gave in.She swiped the green icon and raised the phone to her ear."Hi, Mom,

“I still don't want to say goodbye to you, Miss Lia,” Caca whined, her lips puffed out like a squished mochi. Her wide eyes shimmered under the glow of the streetlights as she clung to Aurelia's arm in the back seat.Aurelia smiled gently and stroked the little girl's soft hair. “We'll see each other again tomorrow, sweetheart. It's already late. You need to get some rest so you'll have lots of energy tomorrow.”Instead of calming down, Caca pouted even more. She blinked rapidly, as though trying to keep tears from spilling over.“If you want, you can spend the night with Miss Aurelia. We could get a hotel,” Baskara said from behind the wheel.His tone was casual, as if he were offering the simplest suggestion in the world, but his eyes briefly sharpened in the rearview mirror as he watched Aurelia's reaction.Aurelia's eyes widened.“Huh?” The tiny sound escaped before she could stop it. She looked toward the front of the car, staring at his back in complete surprise. Her heart began

Baskara stood by the apartment window, watching the soft morning light spill through the sheer curtains. The cool Melbourne air drifted inside, carrying the smell of freshly toasted bread from the kitchen.A smile spread across his face when he heard the sound of little footsteps approaching.“Daddy...” The sleepy voice was soft and sweet, the unmistakable voice of a child who had just woken up.Baskara turned around.Caca stood there with messy bed hair and half-closed eyes, dragging her stuffed bunny behind her.The sight instantly warmed his heart.“Good morning, Daddy's little princess,” Baskara said gently.He walked over, scooped her into his arms, and held her against his chest.“Did you sleep well?”Caca gave a sleepy nod.“But... I'm hungry.”“Then let's have breakfast, sweetheart.”They headed to the dining table.A simple b