That morning, sunlight began to creep across the sky, illuminating the city with a golden glow. Adelia had been a diligent hotelier earlier. She had arrived early today, to get her work done.
She was proud to have been appointed assistant to the CEO, and today, she had plans to organize the important files in the warehouse before handing them over to the hotel employee who would take her place.
However, when Afgan, her husband, arrived at the hotel, he was surprised not to find Adelia in Mrs. Smule's room. The CEO himself had not arrived either.
Afgan furrowed his brow as he placed the stacked food box he was carrying on Mrs. Smule's desk. Adelia's desk was not there yet.
Afgan waited for half an hour and Adelia hadn't shown up either, the man began to feel something was wrong. His originally cheerful mood turned somber when he learned that Adelia had gone into the warehouse, a place that should not
Adelia was still walking languidly up to Mrs. Smule's room. Afgan could be seen following her from behind with a probing look.The door to Mrs. Smule's office was slowly opened by Adelia. A conversation between several men could be heard.“Shall we put the desk here?”“Yes, right there. Does it fit yet? So I can watch her movements at all times? So I know what's suspicious? Hmm...” Mrs. Smule's voice stunned Adelia. She guessed that the table should be for her, but Mrs. Smule's words made her turn her guess back.Meanwhile Afgan was still standing in front of the room with the door open.“Mrs. Smule?” called Adelia in a small voice.“Uh, yes...” Mrs. Smule turned around and was surprised. “A-Adelia, it's back, uhm.. it's.. uhm...” Mrs. Smule's attitude was very awkward because she felt that her last words were clearly heard by Adelia.“This is my desk?” 
Adelia looked at the beautiful cityscape from inside the car that Mrs. Smule was driving at a steady speed. The car was driving towards a luxury cafe.An hour later, the car finally pulled into a large and elegant parking lot. Adelia got out of the car, feeling a little nervous because she had never visited such a luxurious cafe before. The cafe was located by the sea. The faint sound of waves could be heard. The dim yellow swimming lights enveloped the atmosphere inside the cafe, creating a calm and romantic atmosphere.Although it was still daytime, the weather was cool and it might rain soon.When Adelia and her fat CEO, Mrs. Smule, stepped into the cafe, they had to cross a small bridge that was uniquely decorated and made of aesthetic bamboo.However, for her who was wearing high-heeled shoes, it was difficult to keep her balance. Unintentionally, she bumped into someone. “Uh, sorry,&rdquo
“Open the door! Adelia!” Afgan's voice was loud and deafening.Adelia, with staggering steps and a heavy head went to the door of the room to open it.“What the hell!” Adelia asked, holding her heavy head.“Are you drunk?” asked Afgan with his eyes glaring at Adelia.Adelia glanced at the butler and some of the waiters who were behind Afgan. They bowed their heads with trembling knees. Adelia could already guess that they or at least one of them had reported Adelia's staggering home.Adelia snorted and then backed away and went back into her room.“Come in, we'll talk about it inside,” she said casually.Afgan entered and closed the door by slamming it, leaving Adelia stunned.“Can't you just close the door?” Adelia had just turned her body around, but was su
That night, the city was still alive despite the late hour. Afgan stood on the balcony of his room and stared blankly at the sparkling lights around him, he felt the need to escape from the tense situation at home.He left the house without telling Adelia, wanting to find Melinda. He felt that all this time, with Adelia, his head was always spinning and Melinda was the one who could make him feel calm.As Afgan's car drove through the deserted streets, Afgan felt lonely and restless. He tried to distract his mind by thinking of a fun place. Finally, he decided to take Melinda to a cafe with a live band that he knew.Melinda greeted Afgan with a spoiled smile on her face. Afgan was a little surprised because the clothes worn by Melinda were a little open in the front and the woman's skirt was so short that it displayed her thighs.“Uhm, just wear jeans, Melinda,” Afgan pleaded. He was stil
Afgan's face paled, and he tried to find an excuse to get away from the increasingly uncomfortable situation. “Sorry, Melinda, I'm not feeling well. I think I'll go home,” he said in a shaky voice, trying to mask his feelings.Melinda stopped dancing, looking disappointed but trying to smile. “Oh, I'm sorry. Of course, you should rest. I'll come with you,” she replied in a disappointed tone.Afgan escorted Melinda out of the cafe, but when they were almost at her car, Melinda suddenly changed her attitude.She pretended to be drunk and sulked, demanding that Afgan take her home. “I feel very drunk, Afgan. Please just take me to your house. I don't want to go home alone,” Melinda said in a weak voice, trying to get Afgan's attention.Afgan felt increasingly trapped in a complicated situation. He felt sad to see Melinda behaving like this, but he knew that this was not the solution to his problem with
Afgan felt full of pressure and confusion, but he knew that he had to face Adelia and try to repair their relationship which had reached a dead end.He did not want his father to go berserk and withdraw all the facilities and luxuries that he currently had.In his room, Afgan sat on the edge of his bed, thinking about everything that had happened. He felt sad and disappointed, all unplanned by him, but he also felt determined to resolve this issue properly.In his heart, he promised to talk to Adelia honestly about everything, hoping they could find a way out of this mess.There was a fear in Afgan that Adelia would lose her temper and report everything to her father. Then his father, who had a strong character, would definitely take action that he could not predict.Closing his eyes, Afgan tried to gather the courage and strength to face the coming day.He k
Afgan clenched his fists tightly, feeling very helpless in the face of Adelia's departure. He knew that he could not stop Adelia because the woman he regarded as a cheap wife was only doing what she was told, without having any true feelings in her heart.Feeling uncertain, Adelia walked down the stairs. As she reached the bottom, she saw Melinda, the woman she didn't want to see, smiling with a contented smile that she disliked very much.“I'm leaving, please enjoy your day. Please, don't answer anything because I don't want to argue.” Adelia said firmly while continuing her steps steadily and steadily.A smile of satisfaction was clearly drawn on Melinda's face. She was very satisfied with the situation. Meanwhile, Afgan stood at the end of the stairs, only able to observe the two women who were unintentionally involved in his life.“Afgan? Come down, let's have breakfast together
The looks of surprise and annoyance on Afgan and Melinda's faces were piercing, making the atmosphere in Edward's car tense.“What are you doing?” Adelia whispered to Edward shakily, feeling anxious about the situation that had suddenly become very complicated.Edward looked at Adelia with an apologetic expression. “I'm sorry, Adelia. I didn't mean to make you feel uncomfortable. I just wanted to show my support. I want to have you, Adelia.”However, Adelia didn't have time to consider Edward's explanation. She felt increasingly sandwiched between two conflicting worlds. On the one hand, she felt connected to Edward and felt comfortable in his presence. On the other hand, she still had a complicated history with Afgan.Meanwhile, Afgan and Melinda were in a state of shock and anger. Afgan looked at Adelia with a mixed look on his face, while Melinda seemed to be revealing a cu
"Afgan will like the way I smell from now on. She quickly remembered the brand used. The brand was indeed the same as the one Adelia had mentioned earlier. Only the type of scent was different. Melinda patted her head with a smile, realizing that she hadn't asked in detail before.Melinda took a shower while singing cheerfully and playing with a very large amount of soap. She lathered up her whole body as well as a generous amount of shampoo for her hair.Meanwhile, Afgan sat in his room in deep confusion. He pondered the decisions he had to make, trying to find a way out of the emotional turmoil he was experiencing.Adelia's haggard face looked unlit and burdened, and for some reason, Afgan felt uncomfortable with that attitude.Putting Adelia and Melinda in the same room was not a good decision. Afgan was afraid that Melinda would make Adelia even sadder with the words she would say.
The bus glided slowly along the winding path towards the tourism village. The sun was slowly sinking in the western horizon, creating silhouettes of trees and traditional houses looming on the horizon. When the bus finally arrived at the tourism village location two hours later, the cool and beautiful atmosphere immediately greeted them.From the bus window, Melinda could see the beauty of the village unfolding before her. Green trees and vast expanses of rice fields dot the landscape, creating a calm and peaceful atmosphere. Traditional buildings with thatched roofs and wooden walls gave an authentic feel, while the fragrant scent of flowers floated in the air, refreshing their senses.The bus passengers got off one by one, breathing in the fresh air of the village that was so different from the hustle and bustle of the city. Some of them looked mesmerized by the beauty of the natural surroundings, while others smiled to enjoy the silence t
Afgan faithfully accompanied the weak and sick Melinda until late afternoon. He had no chance to see Adelia at all, as his attention was fully devoted to Melinda. Inwardly, though, he still felt confused and vacillated between two complicated feelings.Until finally, when the sun began to sink in the western horizon, Afgan decided to take Melinda home. He helped Melinda walk slowly, feeling guilty because she looked so weak.“Thank you, Afgan,” Melinda said in a fragile voice, ”I know this is hard for you too.”Afgan nodded, trying to put on a gentle smile despite his deep sense of indecision. “You should rest well, Melinda. Tomorrow I'll pick you up for the exhibition at the tourism village.”Melinda looked at Afgan with a mixed look in her eyes. Although she was devastated by this complicated situation, her strength returned. “I will go tomorrow, Afgan. I w
Mrs. Smule immediately returned to her room as soon as she knew Afgan had left the room. Upon re-entering her room, she saw Adelia still crying, with her face covered by her hands on the table. Mrs. Smule felt concerned and decided to approach her.“Adelia, what happened?” asked Mrs. Smule in a gentle tone, trying to calm the young woman in front of her. “Why does the owner of this hotel seem to hate you so much? Is there anything I can do to help?”Adelia raised her head slowly, trying to relax the tension that was in her. She sighed and tried to explain, “We had a big fight, Mrs. Smule. He was very angry with me for something that didn't really happen. It's all so complicated.”Mrs. Smule nodded in understanding even though Adelia didn't tell her clearly, she didn't want to push, instead she felt compassion for the sadness in Adelia's eyes. She sat down nearby and placed a hand gentl
“What? Two inch? Two inch insect?” Melinda opened her mouth, unable to believe what she had just heard from Afgan. She felt shaky, but Afgan remained silent, focused on driving the car attentively.Melinda sensed an uneasiness in the air, sensing that Afgan did not want to talk to her. A cold aura began to fill the space inside the car. Inwardly, Melinda felt jealous, sensing that Afgan was paying inappropriate attention to her, the wife he considered cheap. Nevertheless, she promised in her heart to intensify her mission, which was to win Afgan's heart and attention.The car slowly slowed down as it approached the main door of the hotel. Afgan immediately got out of the car and gave the keys to the parking attendant. With quick steps, he walked away, fully focused on pursuing Adelia. Afgan even forgot about Melinda, who was still in the passenger seat.“Afgan!” Melinda shouted, trying to get her
The looks of surprise and annoyance on Afgan and Melinda's faces were piercing, making the atmosphere in Edward's car tense.“What are you doing?” Adelia whispered to Edward shakily, feeling anxious about the situation that had suddenly become very complicated.Edward looked at Adelia with an apologetic expression. “I'm sorry, Adelia. I didn't mean to make you feel uncomfortable. I just wanted to show my support. I want to have you, Adelia.”However, Adelia didn't have time to consider Edward's explanation. She felt increasingly sandwiched between two conflicting worlds. On the one hand, she felt connected to Edward and felt comfortable in his presence. On the other hand, she still had a complicated history with Afgan.Meanwhile, Afgan and Melinda were in a state of shock and anger. Afgan looked at Adelia with a mixed look on his face, while Melinda seemed to be revealing a cu
Afgan clenched his fists tightly, feeling very helpless in the face of Adelia's departure. He knew that he could not stop Adelia because the woman he regarded as a cheap wife was only doing what she was told, without having any true feelings in her heart.Feeling uncertain, Adelia walked down the stairs. As she reached the bottom, she saw Melinda, the woman she didn't want to see, smiling with a contented smile that she disliked very much.“I'm leaving, please enjoy your day. Please, don't answer anything because I don't want to argue.” Adelia said firmly while continuing her steps steadily and steadily.A smile of satisfaction was clearly drawn on Melinda's face. She was very satisfied with the situation. Meanwhile, Afgan stood at the end of the stairs, only able to observe the two women who were unintentionally involved in his life.“Afgan? Come down, let's have breakfast together
Afgan felt full of pressure and confusion, but he knew that he had to face Adelia and try to repair their relationship which had reached a dead end.He did not want his father to go berserk and withdraw all the facilities and luxuries that he currently had.In his room, Afgan sat on the edge of his bed, thinking about everything that had happened. He felt sad and disappointed, all unplanned by him, but he also felt determined to resolve this issue properly.In his heart, he promised to talk to Adelia honestly about everything, hoping they could find a way out of this mess.There was a fear in Afgan that Adelia would lose her temper and report everything to her father. Then his father, who had a strong character, would definitely take action that he could not predict.Closing his eyes, Afgan tried to gather the courage and strength to face the coming day.He k
Afgan's face paled, and he tried to find an excuse to get away from the increasingly uncomfortable situation. “Sorry, Melinda, I'm not feeling well. I think I'll go home,” he said in a shaky voice, trying to mask his feelings.Melinda stopped dancing, looking disappointed but trying to smile. “Oh, I'm sorry. Of course, you should rest. I'll come with you,” she replied in a disappointed tone.Afgan escorted Melinda out of the cafe, but when they were almost at her car, Melinda suddenly changed her attitude.She pretended to be drunk and sulked, demanding that Afgan take her home. “I feel very drunk, Afgan. Please just take me to your house. I don't want to go home alone,” Melinda said in a weak voice, trying to get Afgan's attention.Afgan felt increasingly trapped in a complicated situation. He felt sad to see Melinda behaving like this, but he knew that this was not the solution to his problem with