Dear Diary,A myriad of gratitude cannot adequately express what I feel right now.My happiness feels so complete.I have regained love.Love from my mother-in-law that was momentarily lost.Something I thought I would never have, I can now obtain.So a thousand words of gratitude are not enough to express the fullness of the happiness that now fills my heart.Dear Diary,Allow us to live our future years with happiness.I know our journey is still long.He and I have other responsibilities that we will be accountable for in His presence.But I hope we can get through it all without any more drama. Without any more suffering.Dear Diary,If I may ask,Now I ask for happiness for him. My dearest friend who loves me so much.I hope God hears my prayer and gives him all the love he needs.Give him someone who can make him happy like You gave me a lover whom I love so much and who loves me.And I hope, in the future, he will have his own "Ayla." Like You gave me mine.Dear Diary,Thank yo
Dear Diary,I don't know how long I can endure all of this...All the feelings that shouldn't have been there from the beginning...Yet, I always force them to exist...I know that everything happens for a reason...But I don't have a reason to love him...I just feel it's right, and he is the right person for me to love...Dear Diary,No one knows the depths of the heart...Like me, who can't guess what's in his heart, how he feels about me...But one thing I know...In my eyes, there is only him...In my heart, his name is written...Even in every prayer I utter, I always hope he becomes my man...Yet You has spoken, that what I like may not be good for me, and what I don't like might be right for me...So now I decide to surrender...Because reaching him seems impossible...So I let my heart find solace elsewhere...Because I can't wait anymore.Because I'm not that patient...I will find happiness above his happiness... always... forever...Let this feeling be stored in my heart,
Flavia looked at the mirror in front of her. The eye bags looked very dark, indicating that she wasn't getting enough rest.She's tired, that's a fact. All day—and even for the past few days—she has been busy going back and forth between the house, the café and the police station to complete the report on the fire that broke out at her café.And that's not all. Last night, Flavia stayed up late to calculate the amount of losses she suffered. Also, she calculated the compensation she had to pay to the owner of the building next to her café and also the hospital costs for several employees and customers who fortunately only received minor injuries, not causing fatalities.Flavia wanted to wail, but she quickly recovered her thoughts. 'Remember, Via. There is always a blessing in every disaster.' she muttered to herself.Her thoughts were interrupted when she heard a knock on her bedroom door. "Enter." She said in a higher tone without taking her attention from the mirror. The door opene
Abigail placed several photos of buildings right in front of Flavia. "Those are some of the locations suggested by my friends." Said her friend, now her cousin, while sipping her cold juice. Currently, they are sitting relaxed in one of the shops in the campus area. "I prefer this location." She pointed at a two-story shophouse that had just been renovated. "Compared to other shophouses, the rental costs are indeed higher. But everything is appropriate because the building has just been renovated." She said, explaining.Flavia examined the photos that Abigail gave her one by one before making a final decision. It's not that she doesn't believe in Abigail's choice, but this is a matter between them, so they must reach a final agreement together.Abigail and Flavia have worked together to manage the cafe for the last five years. Even though they initially started the cafe with funds from their parents, their hard work gradually paid off. They became owners and managers of their cafe, wh
Abigail pressed the password for her apartment, and a 'click' sound was heard as a sign that the door was open. The two of them entered and were greeted by the hot air in the room because the AC had not been turned on. Abigail stepped towards the bar table to the right of the door and turned on the air conditioner to the appropriate temperature."Any aspirin? Or some other headache medication?" Asked Flavia, who had reached for the medicine box but couldn't find what she was looking for."Nothing, I forgot to buy it," Abigail answered as she put the AC remote back into its original place. "Hasn't the dizziness gone yet?" She asked worriedly, to which Flavia answered with a nod."Okay, you wait here. I'll go down to the minimarket downstairs and buy you headache medicine." Abigail looked for her wallet in her bag and walked out again, while Flavia, who couldn't stand the pain in her head, chose to lie down on the sofa.She curled up on the sofa, hugging a pillow. It feels comfortable.
"I didn't do anything. Flavia was standing earlier but suddenly collapsed." Gladwin answered as he lifted Flavia's tiny body and took her into Abigail's room, which Abigail had opened previously. He laid the weak body down and quickly went to his room to get his medical equipment.Abigail rubbed Flavia's forehead, which was starting to sweat coldly. She unbuttoned the top two buttons of her shirt to make the girl more comfortable and not suffocating when Gladwin returned with his medical equipment and started checking."He's exhausted." He muttered, but it sounded clear to Abigail's ears. Gladwin looked for the IV drip he always carried in his bag. He was looking for a place to change it before attaching the tube and needle to Flavia's arm. "What's wrong with her? Did something happen?" He asked without taking his eyes off Flavia's pale face while controlling the drip of the IV fluid. Then, inject something into the IV tube."Who did that question come from? Doctor Gladwin, Uncle Glad
After Gladwin left, Abigail sat on a bar stool. She took a deep breath and exhaled slowly as if trying to release the heavy burden she had been carrying without realizing it.What did his uncle do this time? How long will the man stay? Why did that man come back without any notice at all?Abigail glanced at the two bedroom doors, which were closed alternately. She was sad for her friend. She was the only person who knew how much her step-cousin and best friend fell in love with her uncle.Yes, Abigail knows Flavia loves Gladwin even though she discovered it accidentally.She knew why her friend chose to leave Kansas and study in California. It was none other than the girl's attempt to forget her uncle, who suddenly decided to continue earning his doctoral degree in Germany.Heartbroken teenage Flavia. How could it not be the man she loved decided to leave after rejecting her love? A love that she hasn't even had the chance to express directly.FlashbackThat was the day Antony's famil
Flavia blinked and realized that she was no longer in the living room. She tried to get up from the bed and noticed something strange with her right hand. When she turned, she could see an IV needle attached there. What happened? Flavia tried to remember. Earlier, she was lying on the sofa, dreaming of meeting Gladwin. Gladwin? Flavia furrowed her brow. Yes, even though it seemed real, Flavia knew it was just a dream. But what about the IV in her hand? Did Abigail call a doctor for her? Flavia uncovered herself and slowly got out of bed. The marble floor beneath her felt cold on the soles of her feet. Although her body felt fresher than before, and her head no longer ached, she still felt weak. Flavia turned off the IV and removed the needle slowly. Her hand felt a pinch as the plaster and needle came off. She opened the door and saw Abigail sitting at the bar table, busy with her tablet. "Awake already?" she asked with a worried expression. Flavia just nodded. "Feeling better?"