"But sorry, I didn't mean to touch on your situation. Really."
Fathia chuckles. "No worries, Melly. I know you mean well."
There's a glimmer of hope upon hearing Melly's overly enthusiastic spirit. Even though she doesn't know what Fathia is dealing with, at least hearing her spirited voice lifts her mood slowly. She uses that to get back to finishing the orders. As for the issue of deciding to dig into the things that are bothering her about her life, she'll think about it again.
Luckily, the orders are done an hour before all the couriers arrive. Fathia herself has already placed a special order for the orders she'll work on two weeks from now. At least she needs to prepare different materials, especially the availability of fresh flowers, which she always relies on as her flower shop's slogan.
Towards the evening, Fathia is a bit surprised by Jess's visit. Normally her friend would just give a call or a short message. While she doesn't mind, seeing Jes
It took Fathia three days and two nights to think, strengthen her thoughts, and start figuring out what she would do if she went back to New York City. The issue of where she would stay was still uncertain. Maybe Jess's idea of renting a small room just for sleep was right. But she had to consider living there too. She couldn't just suddenly show up in front of Sebastian's apartment, right?So, where would she start?The image that always accompanied her through the night when she slept, she takes it again. She gently wipes everything inside the frame. Sitting and leaning on the edge of her bed, she stares at the picture for a long time. "I wonder if this is the best path? Should I come back?" While Fathia understands there won't be an answer she can hear, at least she can voice the obstacle she feels.Not to mention, Jess's pressure seems to be getting more unpredictable. Including her plans, which, according to Fathia, are a bit crazy. Jess even suggested just
Sebastian can imagine how frustrated and angry Ronald must be on the other end. To some extent, Sebastian finally realizes that Ronald isn't just following orders from his boss. "I know about Alvin's struggle in founding Group Azure before it became this big, Sebastian. And I can't reveal deaths other than accepting the facts that exist. Doesn't that make me suffocate?""Alright, Uncle. After work, I'll head to the office, Uncle.""Use the little time you have left to truly investigate. I believe that because Alef was chosen to replace you, the surveillance around him started to loosen. I don't know why, but I've always been convinced that Alef is the mastermind behind everything that happened to Claire."Whether he likes it or not, Sebastian agrees with Ronald on this matter."Unfortunately, we're hindered by the lack of evidence.""Yeah, Uncle. In that case, see you tomorrow afternoon. Once again, I apologize for disturbing you this late at night
Waking up in the morning with a pounding headache, something Fathia hasn't felt in a while except a few days ago. When the darkness greets her and she opens her eyes, the pain she feels is just as intense. Fathia sighs softly, massaging the side of her head trying to alleviate it a bit, but it's still the same.If she takes another painkiller for her headache, she might become even more dependent. Fathia walks a little unsteadily, occasionally squinting, heading to the kitchen to make some warm tea. Fortunately, she doesn't need to turn on the stove. There's a hot water dispenser that's enough to make a cup of tea. Opening the food storage drawer, she hopes there's still a chocolate sandwich there.A cup of tea, two packs of sandwich, becomes Fathia's breakfast that she thinks should be enough to alleviate the headache. Hopefully. She sits half-leaning on a large pillow, trying to enjoy her breakfast. Slowly, not because she's savoring it, but because the headache does
Once again, she scrutinizes the aged picture that's now in her hand. A large house with grand pillars, seemingly in a white background. Next to where they stand with happy smiles, there's a row of flowers that have also faded in color. The handwritten, neatly slanted printing on it also includes a year. The year in question is probably the year the photo was taken. But what's the significance of 1982?Once again, Fathia's brain has to work extra to remember the date and year her parents got married. Is the year written in the photo the same as the year of her parents' marriage? If so... did her mother indeed cheat? But... why?The throbbing in Fathia's head intensifies, hitting her even harder. Even closing her eyes to push it away doesn't work anymore. Lying down is the only option she has now. She hopes that amidst the pain she's experiencing, there's a clue in her memory. She also prays to her God that the pain will vanish soon.****"You make me worri
Jess was about to protest, but as soon as Fathia explained that their return wouldn't be a short one, the girl who now had her hair dyed a faded green agreed. It wasn't easy to leave what they had built here, even though it wasn't much. With Asya handling the kitchen part in the café, Jess took care of delivering orders and handling payments. They were assisted by another person, Dian, who was there to help Jess and Asya whenever needed.And then there's Fathia, who had been quite overwhelmed lately due to numerous flower balloon orders. For nearly three weeks, they've been dealing with preparations to leave the people who now worked under them. They were basically the bosses, even though they never liked to use that word, especially not in each other's hearing."I'm done," Fathia said, jumping in before Jess could start speaking. After these tiring three weeks, Fathia was finally free from the grip of orders, which she actually appreciated. But because of the c
They hop out of the rideshare, which dropped them off at the big house that Fathia always remembers in her mind. She's frozen for a moment. Sixteen years of memories living there since birth whirl around without her control. Fathia's eyes suddenly get warm. Maybe in a blink, tears have already moistened her cheeks.The sound of her shouts while playing in the water with Kak Felice, or listening to Mommy tell stories about how she planted and tended to the garden, even though Dennis and Jack helped more. Also, all the faint advice Fathia recalls from her father. Everything is still vivid in Fathia's memory."You can do it," Jess softly pats Fathia's shoulder, creating a slight startle that makes Fathia sigh heavily."I'm scared," Fathia mutters. Jess's puzzled look doesn't prompt Fathia to continue talking. What is she afraid of? Earlier, she bravely came down from the rented inn to order the rideshare. Behind her, Jess walks while fighting off drowsiness.
"What does Miss want to eat? Does Miss want a warm bath? Miss's room is always tidy," Naomi says with a sparkle of joy. Before Fathia's lips can reply to her words, Jack arrives with his report."Does Miss not want to see the backyard? All the flowers are growing nicely. I take good care of them, Miss.""I'll cut some fruit for you, okay? Miss looks really skinny.""Miss, Mr. Jack will change the flowers in your room right away, alright? Starting tonight, Miss will be staying here, right?"Amidst all their attention and the mix of feelings today, Fathia just chuckles. The corners of her eyes have been watery for who knows how long. Maybe since Fathia and Naomi shared tears? Or when the embrace, in which Jack, with a voice trembling withheld-back tears, joined on the front porch, dissolved."I... I... I truly can't believe you weren't buried. Every day, I prayed to God, hoping that what I saw was all just a trick," Naomi sobs briefly after unravelin
Fathia had heard about her cousin named Kenzo. He studied abroad and even worked at an internationally known communications company. Felice said that Kenzo's job could be categorized as impressive. Fathia had never met him in person. Besides, she was always sheltered by her father, and her uncle only attended dinner gatherings with his wife, Aunt Larasati.Maybe it was because Claire's blood flowed in Aunt Larasati's veins, the middle-aged woman who always appeared glamorous with lots of jewelry on her hands and neck, and though she was pretty friendly, Fathia was sure it was just a formality. Although Aunt Larasati never talked in a way that offended or seemed cold and distant towards her, Fathia still felt strange under her gaze.The name Kenzo Walker, the only child of Uncle Alef and Aunt Larasati, she only knew from their stories boasting about their son's achievements. Young Fathia remembered, her dad and mommy rarely bragged in the way they did about Felice.
What Jess fears the most when delivering orders is not just the payment. As for that, Jess doesn't worry too much because she's confident they will pay. What Jess worries about is suddenly receiving a message with a complaining tone from the customer. Even if the complaint is constructive, it still makes her feel small."Can you sit still, Jess?" Fathia had warned her friend not to be so tense. They had been in the apartment since the afternoon. The cake order had arrived safely and on time for the host's party there."I'm nervous!"Fathia shook her head in amazement. "You're usually the most confident one. Just now?""Ugh! This is different, Fathia. I'm not an expert at making cakes yet. I'm afraid it won't taste good. And it's not overly sweet."Seeing Jess's nervousness, Laras, who had been observing the two of them, approached. She took a seat right next to the girl whose hair always stood out with its cotton candy color but whose beauty contin
"This can't be allowed," Sebastian said angrily, his eyes flashing with rage. It sent a shiver down Jess's spine. They were in the middle of a discussion, especially after Vino had sent evidence of Sammy's crimes the day before. It included the name of the Mercury Company, which turned out to be true, just as Jess suspected.She was surprised herself, that it could be so well-orchestrated without many people knowing."I never thought Uncle Akmal would be like this," Fathia whispered, her eyes scanning each page of the reports."We need evidence to prove if Uncle Akmal is really involved," Jess replied.Fathia looked up from the rows of numbers she was examining."Because," Jess immediately handed over a report she was holding, "here it says that Uncle Akmal approved the amount the residents requested."Fathia immediately shifted her focus to the page Jess pointed to."And here, Mr. Sebastian. You can check," Jess handed another report
"It seems like we can't stay at my place, Fathia," Fathia, while gently pinching Gwen's chubby cheeks, looked up at Jess with a puzzled expression. "Why?""You're crazy, seriously. The house has been left for years, only peeked at occasionally to keep it maintained and not falling apart. There must be a lot of dust. Poor Gwen," Jess replied, her affection for Gwen was always genuine. Fathia could feel how sincere it was. "In that case, we'll just rent a hotel if it gets too late. It's not good for Gwen to stay in the car for too long. She won't be able to move freely."Jess agreed with that plan. In Fathia's luxurious black SUV, they decided to head to Ranch Village right away. They would return to Beverly Hills after a few days. Mirah and Laras joined them. Laras said, "Auntie wants to accompany both of you. And Gwen too."Both Jess and Fathia never wanted to refuse her. In fact, they were delighted when Laras joined them. At least, it meant she wouldn't be thi
Pulling out a regular notebook that she always carried around, it contained her activity planner and life goals. Jess liked planning like this, determining what should take precedence and what could be gradually worked on.She opened a new page, grabbed a blue pen, and started jotting down some notes. "High Priority," she wrote, thickening the letters and underlining them, adding a few small doodles around her words. She shifted slightly to the right to start with what she needed to prioritize.The cafe? It was stable; she didn't need any specific planning except for maintenance regarding quality and service to make it even better. However, she noted the order from Bu Loissa's friend who had already entered the place. Luckily for her, they were going back to Beverly Hills tomorrow. Fathia, Gwen, and Mirah were all going with her. The apartment Jess lived in was adjacent to Fathia's property. Her friend had gifted Jess a unit in the same neighborhood, even though Jess h
"This is the project in Ranch Village." Fathia handed over a rather thick file to Jess, who looked at her in surprise. "I know you need this, right?" she added with a grin on her lips, which made Jess laugh. Then the girl immediately examined each file that Fathia had handed over. Since Sebastian didn't come home today, Jess could freely discuss with Fathia, although occasionally she was interrupted by Gwen's presence. Ironically, she was the one who spent the most time playing with the adorable child."When I was found at Ranch Village the other day, they said it was for a supermarket construction. But, the price they offered is really low, Fathia.""Who offered it? Azure Group?""So here's the thing," Jess straightened her back. "There, residents often borrow money from loan sharks, like in one place. Mr. Imam said the name of the cooperative is Mercury PT. They use house certificates as collateral.""Mercury Company?" Fathia repeated with a furrowed br
As Jess talked to Kenzo about her burdens, half of that weight diminished. And when Laras hugged her tightly, Jess didn't expect the middle-aged woman she respected to say anything, and that reduced her burden even more. Even when Jess expressed her fear of Laras blaming her for Asmara, Laras pouted."Mami's not that heartless, Jess.""Sorry, Mi," she said, lowering her head. Fathia had gone back inside. Gwen was crying, asking for milk. She intentionally left them and gave them some time."This conversation should have happened a year ago, shouldn't it, Jess?"Jess frowned. "What do you mean?"Laras handed her a cup of her homemade jasmine tea. "Drink this first to relax a bit. Tea helps us calm our tense nerves, Jess.""Mami's right. When I was in Beverly Hills, I enjoyed my own jasmine tea. So when I went to Green Lake yesterday, I stuffed Kenzo with tea because he had too much coffee.""Oh, really?" Laras furrowed her brow in conf
"Your extra cheesy pasta always wins, Jess," Fathia says as she continues to eat her pasta without a trace of worry. Her body is naturally lean except when she's pregnant, and even then, it requires a lot of food to show.Jess just nods but feels pleased that what she's served is still her friend's favorite. After returning from the airport, Jess took a rest because her body was incredibly tired. She didn't even realize how long she had been asleep. When she opens her eyes again, morning has arrived. A series of messages flood in as Jess grabs her phone from the nightstand.Honestly, the past week has been exhausting for her, despite the enjoyment she shared with Kenzo. As she checks through the messages, most of which are from Kenzo, Jess can't help but chuckle.Jess. R: Sorry, I fell asleep last night. So tired, Ken. I still have a day off, right? Only back to work tomorrow?Just as Jess peels back the covers, getting ready to change, wash her face, and
Stopping by New York City, Jess didn't stay for long, just a few hours because Kenzo had to catch his flight. And for this time, using Dennish as a driver was the wisest choice. Kenzo was quite tired from driving from Beverly Hills to New York City and had to get to the airport right away. He didn't carry too much luggage, just a small suitcase, but he still needed to check if he had left anything behind.Meanwhile, Fathia advised Jess to go back to her place."Me and Mr. Dennish will manage it. How can I get back to Beverly Hills right away?" Jess smirked, but then she smiled. "Wait for me, okay? We'll gossip."Fathia, who was carrying Gwen, just shook her head in amazement at her friend's behavior. But really, Jess's eyes seemed more alive than they had been for the past few months. She felt like she was meeting the Jess she knew when they first met. Not the Jess who had been keeping to herself. Fathia knew Jess was close by, but not as close as she used to be
"Sebastian's been on a big expansion, you know, setting up a supermarket and all that. He's been working on that project for about a year now. Originally, it was in Uncle Alif's department, but it got stuck during his trial. It was handed over to Uncle Akmal for the continuation, and it's been running smoothly again," Fathia explains from the other end.Jess sits in one of the chairs on the balcony. She deliberately placed two chairs and a table to enjoy the evening. Just like now. Her gaze wanders far ahead, enjoying the chilly night atmosphere in Beverly Hills. She's sure Fathia might not know the exact location earmarked for development, which includes her parents' house and their graves.Talking to Fathia about this was the right decision, and she also feels like she needs to find out if Roy is deeply involved."Why are you suddenly asking about the Azure Group?"The pink-haired girl doesn't want to hide what's happening to her. "I'm going to New York