Jess didn't immediately go home, whether to her apartment or to the cafe. She headed to An Flower. She needed calmness. She needed a lot of oxygen supply that she might find in the flower garden there. Her body shivered. Her hair stood on end relentlessly. Her head kept replaying what Roy had said.
So annoyed that she often honked the horn as an outlet. This often resulted in sharp glares from other drivers. Jess didn't care. Her heart was furious. She felt like crushing Roy in one grip. That damn guy.
"Hey, what's up? You rarely stop by." Melly furrowed her brows in confusion. Plus, she felt that this beautiful girl wasn't in good shape. Her eyes were red, her breathing was rapid, and she walked without looking anywhere except her destination.
Without answering, Jess just glanced briefly. "There are snacks in the car. You can take them. I'm going to the backyard garden."
Melly could only nod, letting Jess intervene in the workshop, which was also used as
Throughout the day in Jess's apartment, Kenzo felt quite bored. While he was on vacation, there were no work emails coming in, which actually made him bored. Maybe because he was really left alone here. Want to tidy up this apartment? There wasn't even a speck of dust on the table's corner. Jess was really skilled when it came to cleanliness.Suddenly, Kenzo chuckled when he remembered Jess and cleaning. His memory was drawn to a time when he and Jess were cleaning the apartment together."Can't you just stay quiet, Ken?"Kenzo, who was cleaning the dining table, was stunned. "Why? Did I do something wrong?""Dirty! Oh my God! You're making my job harder!"Not accepting being called like that, Kenzo slammed the cloth Jess had given him. "Dirty how? This cloth is from you! How would I know if it's dirty or not? Why are you getting mad?""Just stop it! Sit over there!""I want to help, Lyn. Don't tire yourself too much.""Come on
Three days have passed with Kenzo stubbornly refusing to return to New York City. It actually infuriated Jess because of Kenzo's presence, she couldn't move around freely. There was always something she had to deal with along with the guy. Including... oh God! Jess felt like hitting the guy on the head with her collection of heels.Enjoying her time around Beverly Hills where that agenda had once been brought up. Back then. And now, Kenzo had executed it without hesitation. He said, "Back then wasn't the right time to invite you, Lyn. Now you can't refuse. You have to accept.""Mr. Annoyingly Persistent, now?"Kenzo just chuckled."Do I need to bring clothes?"The man paused. When Jess walked while checking the contents of her bag, it wasn't because of the clothes the girl was wearing, but more because of the question that implied... they were on a date. Spending a lot of time outside with many conversations Kenzo had prepared, more focused on pull
"Hey, Ken, do you know this place?" Jess was really curious about it. As they were driving through Beverly Hills and heading towards Lembang, Jess started wondering. But there was never an answer from Kenzo, just a grin.Until they reached the parking area, Kenzo still didn't want to talk. "Ken?""Yeah, I know," he finally said. "Yesterday, I was looking for a place to refresh my mind."Jess laughed. "Crazy. You're not in a weird mood, right? You're talking all poetic." Jess waved her hand, getting ready to go inside because, well, Kenzo's choice of Green Lake was indeed the right one. She did need some fresh air and was quite surprised by Kenzo's behavior today.Meanwhile, behind Jess, Kenzo smiled. He followed Jess into an area that was truly a feast for the eyes. At least before he returned to New York City and flew back to Malaysia, there was one thing Kenzo could fix: communication.Since he got to know Jess and they became close, and now they
Jess rubbed her temples while sitting down with a rather forceful thud on the sofa. Fortunately, the villa they had rented for the next two days had a comfortable enough couch. Her back wasn't too sore against the sofa's support. Just now, Asya called, delivering some news that left her in quite a predicament.Perhaps it was the word of mouth marketing that Loissa had been doing, but for the next week, Asya calculated that they had several cake orders, including... oh God, Jess had never expected that the middle-aged woman would be promoting her messy cakes to her socialite friends.So Asya was perplexed when she received four cake orders, especially a wedding cake for an event a month from now. The other three were for various important occasions. Asya didn't dare to immediately accept these orders. That's why this morning, the news reached Jess."What's wrong with you?" Kenzo asked, puzzled. He chose to sit down in front of her, staring at Jess with a look of
It's nearing midnight, but Jess can't seem to close her eyes. Kenzo really knows how to trap Jess into agreeing that they should stay here again. Before Jess fully agreed to Kenzo's idea that crossed the line, she was furious. Really angry. But Kenzo always manages to make her sit down and think, "Take this time to rest, Lyn. You're tired, I'm tired. When we get back to our activities, we'll be better."Jess scoffs. "That's just your excuse to keep me with you all the time.""I'm returning to Malaysia the day after tomorrow, Lyn. It's natural for me to want to spend time with you.""Spending time but constantly arguing. I'm tired!""Try to give in a little to me. I've given in to you plenty of times.""Ugh, no way!" Jess crosses her arms. "Besides, when did you ever give in, Ken? Do you need me to bring you a mirror?""Okay, how about just one more night, then? You're safe with me, right? I won't do anything."Jess lands a punch on Ke
The distance between the cemetery and the area where Jess hangs out isn't really that far. She can get there on her trusty scooter, which now spends more time in the café's parking lot. It's not like Jess doesn't know where it is; she could also ask for the exact location. But... she wasn't ready.The dreadful memories keep spinning in her mind, making her feel queasy. She pushes them aside with all her might, trying to keep walking and hold herself upright. Even in her room, when she's reminded of her shrinking belly with no child to accompany her, she gets lost in a long cry.On this trip back home, Jess chooses to stay silent. Kenzo seems to understand her silence because today, for the first time, a Jesslyn Rasopati visited her child. The child who was always the subject of her stories at home. Along with his mother, Fathia, he shared the exciting tales with Jess during their time in Beverly Hills.Whatever it is, no matter how small, Kenzo shares it
"It's hot, Lyn." Kenzo tried to shield Jess from the scorching sun that had been greeting them for the past hour. The spacious and well-maintained cemetery area had been greeting them for some time now. Kenzo knew that Jess was mustering the courage to get out of the car. He didn't force her to come down and visit.But Jess gently pushed aside the large black umbrella. She chose to walk slowly, savoring each step as she approached the grave that Kenzo had pointed to some time ago. A well-kept small grave.Their daughter's grave, whom Kenzo had named Asmarandhana Rinjani."What's her nickname, Ken?"Kenzo smiled faintly. "Asmara."Jess gazed at the grave for a long time. Her memories dragged her back to the first time she woke up in the hospital. The first thing she remembered was Po. She touched her belly, which had now shrunk slightly. Also... the sudden pain that attacked her stomach."Ouch," she winced softly, immediately drawing Kenzo's
"If Asmara were here, she'd be so happy playing with Gwen." Jess sits cross-legged, letting the wind tousle her disheveled hair. "Do you come here sometimes, Ken?" She lifts her gaze, which has been fixed on their child's engraved name."Ehm... yeah, often. For the past year, I've been here three or four times."Jess nods. "Am I the only one heartless enough not to visit Asmara?"Kenzo shakes his head gently. "We understand why Mommy hasn't wanted to come here. Asmara surely understands, Mom."Jess furrows her brow, her mouth agape. "What did you say?""Mommy," Kenzo points to Jess, then points to himself and confidently says, "Daddy."Usually, Jess would get upset at Kenzo's remark, but this time, a faint smile appears on the corner of her lips. Somehow, this time it sounds right. Not exaggerated."Mommy feels like the most guilty one here. Asmara should be in the middle of us, right, Ken?""God didn't intend for us to regret
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