At the hospital, it was Vina Damayanti who took care of all the administrative tasks—registering, queueing, and paying—while Kartika, feeling under the weather, curled up in a chair tucked in a corner, waiting for Vina to handle everything.Vina returned to find Kartika's complexion was off, her concern mounting. "Are you okay? Being pregnant seems as bad as being ill," she remarked, reaching to check Kartika's forehead heat.Relieved to find her friend feverless, Vina assumed it was just the discomfort from morning sickness causing the issue.Kartika, rubbing against Vina's palm, let out a weak laugh. "I'm actually doing alright, just really sleepy and nothing else seems appealing except for sweets.""Eating sweets? Even in normal times, you shouldn't indulge too much, let alone during pregnancy. We'll check with the doctor," Vina responded, cautiously advising her friend.Kartika nodded in agreement, "Alright."Watching Kartika so obedient, Vina felt a nostalgic blend of affection a
Kartika stood perplexed, the color draining from her face at Farhan’s words.She didn't expect him to say that—implying the accident was her own fault and clearing Kartika of any wrongdoing. It became clear that any hopes of peaceful coexistence with Lestari had dissipated, and Lestari would most likely blame Kartika for the fall, regardless of what had happened.It seemed Kartika would have to be more vigilant around Lestari from now on; the woman was not as simple as Kartika had initially thought. She might have pretended gentleness and vulnerability, which would be fine if true to her nature, but a façade hiding malice was a different matter altogether.“I’ll take good care of myself,” Kartika reassured Vina. “And look, her plot against me backfired, didn’t it?”“Yes,” Vina agreed with a nod. “It’s comforting when the harm intended for others rebounds upon the instigator.”Their conversation was interrupted as the waiter served up another sweet treat for Kartika.Vina’s eyes widene
"It's nothing."Kartika answered Farhan with a faint smile, her shoulders raised in a slight shrug. "I was just trying to see things from your perspective, which is why I can understand why you might feel compelled to place the blame on me. You're protective of her, and that's normal."As she spoke, Farhan’s gaze bore into her, unrelenting and intense."So what then?" he bit back, his eyes narrowing with a predatory intensity."I mean, it's natural for you to prioritize her," Kartika continued, pausing briefly before adding, "If I were you, I would probably do the same."Kartika hadn’t been saved by someone before, hadn't felt the desperation that Farhan had, but she could still imagine, even if her empathy was only a fraction of what Farhan felt. That moment when death looms, when your next breath might be your last—only to suddenly find a hand reaching out to pull you back. Who wouldn't be moved by such an act?Farhan’s expression was overcast, his features stormy as he looked back
Kartika managed to send Farhan packing without so much as raising her voice, let alone an argument. The door slammed with enough force to send echoes ricocheting through the hallway. She shrugged off the tension and tenderly stroked her belly, whispering words of comfort to her unborn child. "Don't be scared, baby. Don’t mind him. When you grow up, you can't be like him with such a terrible temper."After her private rebuttal, she readied herself for the office.—No sooner had Farhan stepped into the garage than his phone rang. Still riled up from his exchange with Kartika, he pulled out the phone with a grimace but his anger faded as he saw the caller ID and he limply accepted the call."Dr. Chen."It was Mrs. Qin's primary physician."Mr. Qin, good day."Dr. Chen’s voice was as measured and gentle as ever. "I hope I’m not bothering you. I was hoping to discuss Mrs. Qin’s current condition and schedule a check-up for her sometime soon if that's convenient for you?"Farhan gripped th
Returning to their respective duties, Kartika immersed herself in work with renewed focus. Before going upstairs, they agreed to take grandma to the hospital the next day, and speak with her about it after work. There was an unspoken understanding between them; neither brought up the topic of divorce. Their last trip to the civil affairs office was a heat-of-the-moment decision that unfortunately coincided with grandma's surgery complications, resulting in delays. This time, Kartika was not in a hurry. She decided it was best to wait until grandma had recovered from the surgery before going to the bureau to finalize the divorce, avoiding any potential complications. She suspected Farhan was likely thinking along the same lines.—Around noon, Kartika headed downstairs as usual to get some porridge, thinking of trying a different vegetarian flavor today. She had barely reached the lobby and was about to strike up a conversation with the vendor when her phone rang. The call was from Dim
Silence filled the car as Dima scanned the surroundings, not continuing the previous topic but instead asking Kartika what she felt like eating. She didn't fancy anything too rich or fatty; she just wanted porridge for lunch. However, she had already joined Dima for porridge once before, and suggesting it again seemed inconsiderate. She relinquished the choice to him."You sure?" he asked, seemingly surprised by her deference. "I haven't lived in the country for many years.""It's fine," Kartika replied calmly. After all, she wasn't planning to eat much.An idea struck her, and she added, "It's my treat, whatever you choose.""Really?" A light smile played on Dima's lips. "Then I must choose carefully."He settled on a Chinese restaurant. As Kartika stepped out of the car, she took a moment to observe the restaurant's upscale decor. In times when her family hadn't faced financial turmoil, she would frequently patronize such establishments with her friends. After the Shen family's down
After the meal, Kartika took a brief escape to the restroom to relieve the awkwardness. On her way out, however, she inadvertently ran into a familiar face in the corridor outside the washroom.Her steps halted as she recognized the young girl before her, not really a familiar person, but someone she had seen once at the hospital—Lin Meiran's daughter, Zhao Baor.Having previously encountered Lin Meiran when she planned to terminate a pregnancy, Kartika met Baor then. If it hadn't been for her daughter’s situation, Lin Meiran might have already broadcasted Kartika's business to the world.Seeing the girl, Kartika thought back to that day at the hospital when she firmly told Lin Meiran, "I love him."Baor wasn’t alone; a tall and skinny man with a handsome facade was bending over to hold her shoulders, pleading with a sorrowful expression."Baor, please do this for me. You're still young; you shouldn't have to stop schooling to have a baby right now, right? Plus, I'm not ready to be a
The tall, slender man was taken aback by Kartika's unexpected confrontation, his eyes betraying a moment of admiration for her beauty—even though he didn't recognize her. The sophisticated woman beside him also tensed up at Kartika's appearance, and her eyes narrowed with suspicion."Who is she? Did you find someone else behind my back?" she demanded.The man hastened to explain, "No, sis, I don’t know her. How could I have known she would suddenly come up to us? Who... who are you?"Although his temper was short, the man's irritation softened at the sight of Kartika's stunning visage, and he refrained from taking his anger out on her."Does it matter if you know me?" Kartika's gaze was distant and cool. "What matters is what you just said—claiming to love her, yet having a child with someone else. Who are you being fair to?"The man's face reddened with embarrassment. "What... What business is it of yours?"The woman at his side, upon hearing these words, also bore a grim expression