Wilna was still thinking about what Thomas had said a moment ago. Why did Helena and Michael's wedding have to be broadcast throughout the city? Wasn't that too much? Even just because of this, Helena had scolded Thomas. But as Wilna knew, Thomas didn't really care. According to Wilna, the more she scolded Thomas, the more he acted out.The media covering her best friend's wedding were even placed in a special area so as not to disrupt the event. They had their own time to ask questions to the happy couple when the time came. That's why they waited patiently.“Are you tired?” asked Wilna who approached Helena. The woman sat on one of the chairs in the corner of the room. As if to get away from the crowd of guests who came. Even though this afternoon was not the peak day of their wedding party, Helena already looked tired. It was undeniable that this wedding event was so luxurious and attended by many important guests.“Yeah... even if I complain of being tired, I can't go back to the
“Are you tired?” asked Michael as he unhooked his tie. They had just finished the last of a series of events they had to go through together at the wedding.“Are you asking me?” Helena laughed at the question. She had already taken off her party dress which felt suffocating. Perhaps it was because she had to receive so many guests, making her feel very tired.“I really want to sleep,” complained Michael, who was now sitting on the edge of the bed.“You're right.” Helena was still busy drying her hair. “By the way, Wilna has prepared our departure schedule for a week. But isn't that too much?”“Why is it too much?” Michael laughed. “You haven't taken any time off anyway, have you?”“At least not one that I've deliberately taken for a long time.”Michael looked at Helena's back, which was still wrapped in the satin bathrope that his wife seemed to be wearing so comfortably. Ah, wife. Michael never thought he'd get to this point and it was a joy to him.“Take a shower,” Helena said, turn
Helena sat by the window of the airplane, her eyes unable to escape the breathtaking view below. The bright blue sky combined with the crystal clear sea, revealing a cluster of small islands that looked like jewels. She took a deep breath, a smile never leaving her face.Michael turned his head, looking at his wife with great affection. “Should I be jealous that you're more mesmerized by the view than I am?”Helena giggled, glancing at him. “Don't be silly. But you're right, it's amazing.”Michael smiled with satisfaction, taking Helena's hand and holding it tightly. “Wait until you see our villa. You'll fall in love even more.”Helena frowned, pretending to think. “Fall in love with the place or the person who brought me there?”Michael chuckled. “Probably both.”When they arrived at the resort, Helena was completely lost for words. Their villa stood majestically over the water, surrounded by the sea shimmering in the sunlight. There was a private pool, a deck directly overlooking th
“Where's my husband?” asked Helena, who had just entered the dining room, surprised that Michael was no longer there. It was as if he had left her to have breakfast alone. It had been a month since Helena and Michael returned from their memorable honeymoon in the Maldives. However, married life was starting to show a different side.Helena didn't mind, it was just that... they had just gotten married, right?“Mr. Michael has just left, Mrs. Helena,” one of the waiters said, bowing politely. She also invited Helena to sit in her chair. The dishes made by the butler were quite appetizing but... for some reason Helena was reluctant to touch them. But she couldn't just skip the morning intake. The agenda was so overwhelming that she had to have more energy to deal with it.That morning, Helena sat alone at the dining table. A cup of coffee and a plate of toast accompanied sheets of paperwork about the new product launch of Nakia, the cosmetics company she worked for. The job took up almos
"Sign this document," Arslan said matter-of-factly. He entered the magnificent two-story house he'd worked so hard to build."What's the file, darling?" asked Helena in amazement. She was holding a tray of dinner she had prepared for her husband."Our divorce papers."The tray fell over. It made a disturbing noise and scattered a lot of broken glass. But none of this bothered Helena. The only thing that kept her from looking away was Arslan, who gave her a disgusted look."You are careless," Arslan scolded when he saw how much was scattered. "Rina!" he called to one of the servants in the house. Hurriedly, the woman named Rina came to them. Arslan's orders were things that had to be done immediately. If they didn't, they would face his wrath and a long lecture."Could you be more careful?" he reproached Helena. "Do you think what you have in your hands was bought for nothing?" Arslan glared disapprovingly. He gave Helena a look of annoyance, irritation and disgust.As if... Helena was
"Did you hear what Arslan wanted, Helena?"Helena turned her head to the source of the voice. Mirna's voice had been friendly and welcoming, but now? It was harsh, unfriendly, and gave the impression that Helena was someone who needed to be removed from this house immediately."But what Arslan wants is a divorce, mother," Helena said, still trying to speak politely. She had been taught since childhood to always speak politely and to respect the people around her. Even though Mirna's attitude made Helena more and more angry and disrespectful, she tried to bear it."So?" Mirna approached Helena immediately. "Why didn't you grant my son's wish?"Helena blinked in disbelief. She thought there was still some normal thinking left in her mother-in-law's head. Unfortunately, this was not the case. Instead, Helena got the impression that she was the one in the corner. It was clear from the look in Mirna's and Yori's eyes that they wanted Helena to leave the house immediately."Did you hear wha
A white sports car pulled into the yard of the two-story house where his girlfriend lived. A bespectacled man with a gentle, warm gaze got out of the car and walked confidently. He had hung his white suit neatly in the back seat. Don't wrinkle it, he doesn't like it. But his steps were stopped when he heard a commotion from inside the house."What's going on?" he asked with a deep frown. "Should... I go in now?"Suddenly he heard the sound of a heavy blow. The man had to shake his head in amazement and curiosity. And as soon as he stood in the doorway, he found an ominous scene. A woman had been struck hard on the cheek. Had he not remembered his purpose for coming to this house, he would have quickly gone to help the woman.To him, a man should never hit a woman. He was truly angry at a man who could do that to a woman."Ah... you've finally arrived, my love!"The scream made Michael realize where he was. He couldn't help but smile at the beautiful woman who came to him. He returned
Arslan was furious about Helena's disgusting behaviour today. What's so difficult about granting a divorce that he asked for so nicely? The reason he gave was also quite reasonable. If Helena feels hurt, she should be aware of her role in this house. Compared to this woman next to him, Helena meant nothing."Why did you stop Helena, dear?" asked Tiara with an annoyed look. She deliberately stopped Arslan from approaching Helena. Even though her wishes and goals were soon achieved, she could not let go easily if Arslan was still thinking about Helena."I need to talk to her for a moment, darling."Tiara frowned. Arslan gave Tiara's flushed cheek a gentle pat. And the intimate kiss that Arslan shamelessly gave, even in front of her family. That made Tiara blush. "You embarrass me, darling.""It's only for a moment and it may be the last time I see Helena. Don't worry." Arslan smiled slightly."What exactly are you going to do, Arslan?" asked Mirna in an unhappy voice. "Let the woman go.
“Where's my husband?” asked Helena, who had just entered the dining room, surprised that Michael was no longer there. It was as if he had left her to have breakfast alone. It had been a month since Helena and Michael returned from their memorable honeymoon in the Maldives. However, married life was starting to show a different side.Helena didn't mind, it was just that... they had just gotten married, right?“Mr. Michael has just left, Mrs. Helena,” one of the waiters said, bowing politely. She also invited Helena to sit in her chair. The dishes made by the butler were quite appetizing but... for some reason Helena was reluctant to touch them. But she couldn't just skip the morning intake. The agenda was so overwhelming that she had to have more energy to deal with it.That morning, Helena sat alone at the dining table. A cup of coffee and a plate of toast accompanied sheets of paperwork about the new product launch of Nakia, the cosmetics company she worked for. The job took up almos
Helena sat by the window of the airplane, her eyes unable to escape the breathtaking view below. The bright blue sky combined with the crystal clear sea, revealing a cluster of small islands that looked like jewels. She took a deep breath, a smile never leaving her face.Michael turned his head, looking at his wife with great affection. “Should I be jealous that you're more mesmerized by the view than I am?”Helena giggled, glancing at him. “Don't be silly. But you're right, it's amazing.”Michael smiled with satisfaction, taking Helena's hand and holding it tightly. “Wait until you see our villa. You'll fall in love even more.”Helena frowned, pretending to think. “Fall in love with the place or the person who brought me there?”Michael chuckled. “Probably both.”When they arrived at the resort, Helena was completely lost for words. Their villa stood majestically over the water, surrounded by the sea shimmering in the sunlight. There was a private pool, a deck directly overlooking th
“Are you tired?” asked Michael as he unhooked his tie. They had just finished the last of a series of events they had to go through together at the wedding.“Are you asking me?” Helena laughed at the question. She had already taken off her party dress which felt suffocating. Perhaps it was because she had to receive so many guests, making her feel very tired.“I really want to sleep,” complained Michael, who was now sitting on the edge of the bed.“You're right.” Helena was still busy drying her hair. “By the way, Wilna has prepared our departure schedule for a week. But isn't that too much?”“Why is it too much?” Michael laughed. “You haven't taken any time off anyway, have you?”“At least not one that I've deliberately taken for a long time.”Michael looked at Helena's back, which was still wrapped in the satin bathrope that his wife seemed to be wearing so comfortably. Ah, wife. Michael never thought he'd get to this point and it was a joy to him.“Take a shower,” Helena said, turn
Wilna was still thinking about what Thomas had said a moment ago. Why did Helena and Michael's wedding have to be broadcast throughout the city? Wasn't that too much? Even just because of this, Helena had scolded Thomas. But as Wilna knew, Thomas didn't really care. According to Wilna, the more she scolded Thomas, the more he acted out.The media covering her best friend's wedding were even placed in a special area so as not to disrupt the event. They had their own time to ask questions to the happy couple when the time came. That's why they waited patiently.“Are you tired?” asked Wilna who approached Helena. The woman sat on one of the chairs in the corner of the room. As if to get away from the crowd of guests who came. Even though this afternoon was not the peak day of their wedding party, Helena already looked tired. It was undeniable that this wedding event was so luxurious and attended by many important guests.“Yeah... even if I complain of being tired, I can't go back to the
The wedding day had arrived.“Are you nervous?” asked Wilna who had just helped Helena put on the glittering belt that adorned the wedding dress Helena was wearing this afternoon. Although it looked simple, the details of the dress were not as simple as it looked.“You're asking me that?” snorted Helena with a look of distaste. “I can't wait to see when you'll feel the same way about me.”Wilna shook her head lightly. “It will take a long time. Mr. Thomas has a lot of work to do anyway.” She shrugged as if she didn't really care about her relationship with Thomas.“Until when are you going to call your lover 'sir'?”Wilna grinned widely. “Let it be. He doesn't mind anyway.”“What's all the fuss about?” asked Vera who walked into the room where Helena and Wilna were preparing. Apart from making sure Helena's makeup looked perfect, Vera also didn't want to miss the time to give Helena support. Since Helena's mother passed away a dozen years ago, Vera believes that at a time like this, t
“Looks like you've been busy,” Helena greeted Michael as he entered the office. Ever since the man had decided to take care of his mother's travel agency, the company had had many branches even overseas. They travel to many destinations and work with many airlines. Not to mention the hotels and restaurants that are the top recommendations for travelers around the world.Thanks to Michael, the company has grown rapidly and has been recognized as a trustworthy travel agent that makes many people want to use their services. From young couples to large families, many of whom don't want the hassle of organizing their own time and destination, choose to entrust it to the travel agency that Michael manages.For this reason, Michael rarely had any free time when he first started the company. But now, he is able to organize and direct his employees without the need for him to be present in the office. However, there were some things that Michael could not leave unattended, including his financ
“Wilna! Are you still in the room for long? What time is it already?”Aunt Merry's shout made Wilna, who was still struggling with her make-up and hair to make it less messy, speed up her preparations. “Yes! I'll be ready in a minute!”“You've been waiting for Thomas.”Wilna's movement in combing her hair stopped. As soon as she realized Aunt Merry's words. She accelerated her activities to get ready before leaving for the office. Wilna rushed out of her room with her hair half done, wearing a casual blouse and trousers. But her steps stopped at the dining room door when she saw Thomas sitting at the table, sipping coffee while reading the newspaper.“Mr. Thomas?!” she exclaimed, her eyes rounding. “What are you doing here so early?” It was an unusual sight for Wilna to see. How the man, who was already well-groomed in a navy suit, sat comfortably among his family.It was nothing compared to the reception of her family, especially Aunt Merry. The middle-aged woman looked so happy with
“Have you made up?” asked Wilna half-jokingly. This Sunday morning Wilna was already at Helena's main mansion. Ever since Helena decided to marry Michael, the woman had returned to her main house. Apart from making the wedding preparations easier, Helena also wanted to be near her father. Keeping the middle-aged man company, making up for the time wasted taking care of things including Nakia.Helena only gave an annoyed glance. “I don't really want to be angry or ignore him.”“But?”Helena scowled. “Why should I have a best friend like you? I can't hide anything from you.”Wilna laughed with satisfaction. “So... why are you like that?”“I don't know.” Helena shrugged. “I don't like that woman. I feel like I've been transported to the day I knew Tiara.” She looked down sadly. “Temptations from third parties always come at unexpected times. Learning from that painful experience really sucks.”Wilna took a sip of her hot tea as she looked at Helena sitting in front of her with a troubled
“Did you have lunch with Michael?” asked Wilna, carrying some of the files Helena had corrected.“Yes.” Helena smiled broadly. “What about you?”Wilna shrugged. “I don't intend to leave the office this afternoon. I don't know, I feel so lazy.”Helena laughed. “What are you lazy about? Aren't you the one who gets excited more often because of lunch?”Wilna spluttered. “Thomas said he was coming to the office. He brought lunch.”“Ugh!” Helena smiled widely. “Do you have something to hide?”“Nothing,” Wilna replied immediately. “Aren't you used to seeing us eat lunch together anyway?”“Thomas bringing you lunch is the difference,” Helena said, snapping her fingers. “But I'm happy with how your relationship is progressing.”“I don't have any relationship with Thomas,” Wilna evaded.“I'll wait for your confession,” Helena said as she grabbed her small bag. She had made sure she had her cell phone and a few other essentials. “I'll leave first. If there's anything you want, let me know immed