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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.
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"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
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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.
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Ideas and spur-of-the-moment scenarios put together by Jess and Mr. Jack were smoothly accepted by Kenzo. In front of the tall, bespectacled man, Naomi introduced Jess and Fathia, saying that they were her nieces from her hometown who were studying abroad. They asked for permission to stay temporarily here until they found jobs and to help around while looking for work.Kenzo just glanced at them reluctantly before heading up to the second floor. "Up to Aunt Naomi. Just don't disturb me," he said at the top of the stairs before he started ascending step by step.Jess sneered. "What's his deal?! He's just a guest here."Fathia gently pinched Jess's arm, making the green-haired girl wince in pain. She shot an annoyed look that clearly pointed at Fathia. "I'm right, aren't I? He's the one being a guest, and you're the one who owns this place.""I'm Anne, Jess, in case you forgot. Fathia's been buried." It seemed Fathia was getting used to referring to hersel
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"What did you graduate in?" Fathia tried to steady her breathing. In front of her sat Kenzo, looking relaxed. He wore a black collared shirt paired with knee-length shorts and casual house sandals. Choosing a seat in one of the rooms where a non-functional large TV sat in the right wing, Fathia was instructed to follow him.As Kenzo observed them standing in front of a large portrait of an Alvin Mehram, his uncle, he didn't like it. They were strangers to him. Why bother paying so much attention to everything in this house in such detail? Walking confidently toward the murmuring pair, and sure enough, there was a visible flinch as they were surprised by Kenzo's approach."What are you doing?" Kenzo asked, his gaze piercing particularly at the green-haired village girl. Where was she from? A village? And her hair? Oh my God! Was she trying too hard?"Apologies, Sir," Naomi quickly approached and lowered her head slightly. "I'm explaining the portraits.""T
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In the morning, Fathia helped a trembling Naomi in the kitchen. She watched her with fear and worry, especially when Fathia started slicing onions for seasoning. Occasionally, Clara Naomi would give warnings that only made Fathia burst into laughter."Don't worry about it. The kitchen and I are now friends," Fathia reassured her."Who's making friends with the kitchen?" someone said, causing Fathia's movements to freeze suddenly. Her eyes widened in surprise and she almost jumped in her place. Why did she talk so carelessly while Kenzo was in the house? How foolish of her! Fathia cursed internally."Why, silent now? I heard someone talking about making friends with the kitchen. You, Anne?"Fathia turned pale. Since when did Kenzo appear in the kitchen? Did he secretly eavesdrop on her conversation with Naomi? The well-dressed man with his long-sleeved shirt, who appeared out of nowhere, was now staring at her questioningly. Oh God!"Maybe you mishe
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"So, what's the deal?" Kenzo crossed his legs. His gaze lingered on Jess longer than usual, the girl who always left notes for him to communicate. Annoying Jess, she looked like she wasn't happy with what he had just offered her. A job.Kenzo had his own satisfaction when he told them about the kind of work for the both of them. Was it the same? Definitely not. Kenzo took advantage of this opportunity well and cleverly, even making Jess cast an unfriendly look at him.Yeah, right. Who does he think he is? Just a close relative of a servant here, right? Why does he seem to look at her with a disapproving gaze? So different from Mr. Calm who had already caught his attention. Not because of his looks, really... that was way different from Jess. But his behavior and polite body language, along with how he kept his head down, made Kenzo feel sorry for him.A note was received again by Kenzo as a response from Mr. Calm.[We'll think about it thoroughly, Sir.]
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At the same time, on the balcony of Sebastian's luxurious apartment, the large curtains were pulled open on purpose. Revealing the New York City skyline pulsating at night. The surrounding buildings were illuminated with bright lights."So, how did it go?" the man who was Sebastian's guest tonight asked. In front of him, Sebastian let out a slow sigh, massaging his temples roughly."We have evidence of money laundering in our hands, Sir. Just hand it over to the police, I'm sure Mr. Alef won't be able to deny it anymore."True, what Sebastian was saying was accurate. With the help of his assistant, Sebastian had been trying to uncover what Alef had been hiding. There were a lot of projects that were hindered, but the costs flowed heavily. Every time Sebastian started digging in, Alef immediately defended himself and spoke with a dismissive attitude as usual."Before you came, Alvin always approved things for me, Sebastian. Remember, you only work here. Do
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