Jess was driving her car in quite a hurry. She had to stay calm, no room for haste, especially when it came to her childhood home. Even though she hadn't lived there for a while, don't ask how much she cherished all the memories inside.
Wearing a short-sleeved mustard-colored shirt slightly tucked into her wide-legged jeans, and a tote bag with a big sunglasses print, her hair was tied up in a somewhat messy ponytail that actually added to her charm. Her large black sunglasses perched sweetly on her stylish nose. Only up to a meeting with the developers, which might turn contentious, as they hadn't reached an agreement in three months.
And luckily, Jess visited there last week. Otherwise? Who knows what her fate would be later. It could be that after everyone agreed but she didn't, she would be forced to agree. Jess couldn't imagine if it came to that.
Her mind was filled with sweet memories of living there. Preparing breakfast with Amah, going to school with Ap
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