Grandma in law, seated beside Lara, inquired, "How are you, Lara?" interrupting her wild thoughts. Lara replied, "Ah, I'm fine, Grandma. How are you?" "Thank God. I'm fine too. Take care of your health, dear," she said, gently caressing Lara's belly. "There are some types of women who easily get tired. I almost miscarried before. That's why your mother-in-law is like that," she said jokingly. Lara wanted to laugh, but her mother-in-law's gaze made her hold it back. She couldn't even breathe properly. "Just kidding!" her mother-in-law teased. My mother-in-law immediately pouted, hearing her grandmother's joke. She might be offended. Lara felt guilty. "Haha! The sulky one!" her grandmother retorted, deliberately teasing her, maybe? That's just how they are. "For the time being, stay here. Grandma will take care of you," she continued softly, looking straight at Lara. Lara nodded, smiling, following her grandmother's words. But suddenly, her mother-in-law spoke up. "Hah, how come?"
That morning, Lara woke up feeling much better. Seno had moved her to the guest room on the ground floor. She no longer struggled to go to the room, and the atmosphere downstairs was quite comfortable. The furniture and mattress in this room looked normal, even luxurious. Everything was adorned with golden hues, sometimes dazzling her eyes with the reflections of light. "Good morning, Darling," Seno greeted her with a smile. "Morning, Darling." Lara returned his smile. Seno then got up from the bed and helped her stand up. Although she could stand on her own now as her back and waist were no longer in pain. "Shall I bathe you?" "E—eh? No need," she refused shyly. Why should her husband bathe her? She could shower by herself. "Are you sure?" Seno persisted. This time, he even removed the bathrobe she was wearing. Her sleeveless inner garment suddenly became visible. She reflexively covered it with both hands. "Come on, we're husband and wife," Seno said, trailing his hand from
Lara, who had never felt nauseous in the morning, suddenly felt like vomiting because of her mother-in-law's rant. It wasn't even because of the overly salty fried rice.She wanted to empty her stomach because her mother-in-law was talking about poison. Was it nothing, she said? Was her food not poisoned? Then was she intending to poison her if given the chance?"HOEK!"Success. All the liquid contents of her stomach were emptied out."HOEK!"She couldn't hold back. Lara saw Grandma and her mother-in-law stunned, covering their mouths and noses. Meanwhile, she was still bent over, continuing to empty her stomach. She was truly disgusted with all her mother-in-law's words that were never kind to her."Oh My God! Sister!"After vomiting to her satisfaction and having no more strength to do so, she glanced towards the voice calling her. A woman's voice."Selly?" Lara muttered weakly.Selly—her sister-in-law—who was in high school, looked beautiful in her school uniform: a white shirt with
As Lara opened her eyes the next morning, she was surprised to see Seno had already packed their belongings into the suitcase. "Are we leaving?" she guessed. Hopefully, her guess was correct. The chirping of birds accompanied this bright morning. Seno was just wearing a green polo shirt, not his suit or work shirt. It seemed like he was off duty. "Yes, we're leaving today," he said, smiling at her. She was so happy. Finally, she could leave this house. It's such a relief! She couldn't barely breath in here. Seno was seen pulling their suitcase to the door. The room wasn't too spacious because it was actually just a guest room. Well, good news is, they didn't have to bother looking for their scattered stuff. The room is really small and tiny. "Ready to go?" Selly suddenly asked as Seno opened the door to their room. This time, she was wearing a tight purple t-shirt with matching training pants. It seemed like Selly would have a sports class in the first schedule. "Yes, Lara wants
The cigarette smoke curled and spiraled as Mahya gazed out over the rooftop of the Channel Insight office – the newsroom where she worked. She was waiting for the editor to arrive for a discussion before taking action.Mahya was preparing herself for a promotion, after three years as a junior investigative reporter without any advancement."You're here already?" she greeted the black-haired woman who had just emerged from the emergency exit."Yeah. So, any ideas for coverage?" she inquired, probing. Her brown eyes widened as if demanding a satisfactory answer from her conversational partner.Mahya smirked. The two women in their late twenties exchanged glances in silence. Mahya certainly had something to offer the editor. But before that, she wanted to pique the editor's curiosity even further."Do you remember the medical businessman featured in SOWA magazine? I've sniffed out something fishy about him.""SOWA? Which edition, geez!""Last month. Huh, can't even remember!""Hmm..."The
"Compensation?" Mahya frowned. She didn't understand what the caller meant. What did she do wrong?"Hello?!" The voice kept calling, this time with a slightly higher tone. Mahya, whose patience was as thin as tissue paper, was certainly angry."Wrong number!" she snapped, then unilaterally hung up the phone.The Channel Insight office was already quite empty, the time showing nine in the evening. Mahya - who happened to have no overtime duties - would certainly be preparing to go home, before another phone call, once again, disturbed her."Hello?!" This time, Mahya's voice rose. She didn't want to lose in this second battle."It's me, Seno Adhijaya. You said earlier that you would compensate me!""Se-Seno?"Mahya reflexively covered her mouth. "Oh my!" she muttered immediately. Mahya completely forgot that she had planned such a scenario. Her brain was too busy with the investigation proposal. She forgot something very important: the informant."Mr. Seno! Um, sorry, I thought you were
"Why do you speak like that, Sir?" Mahya asked, trying to be patient. She couldn't stand it if Lara was belittled by her own husband."What am I talking about?""Wife equals mistress.""Well. Aren't they hidden? The wives of conglomerates are not displayed to avoid scandal.""W—what?"Mahya shot Seno's words sharply with pent-up anger. But it seemed she couldn't contain herself any longer."You don't know, do you?""Ar—are you really thinking like that?""That's the reality."Mahya gaped, instead of being angry, she now felt sorry for the new businessman's mentality. It couldn't be left unchecked.Mahya immediately grabbed a bottle of mineral water untouched by its owner—Seno—and suddenly poured it on the owner, without much thought."It seems like your brain needs cooling down!" Mahya exclaimed roughly."YOU!" Seno of course was furious. He never expected the woman he was trying to flirt with to end up embarrassing him like this.Seno's clothes were wet from the sudden downpour."Sir!
Lara was surprised. There was no one in this large house. Seno had warned her not to look for anyone and briefly accompanied her into the house to put their things away. True to his word, he had to leave for an important meeting. She didn't know what meeting it was."Where's Bi Yani?" Lara asked, just before Seno stepped out of their house.The sound of his shoe taps fell silent, indicating that the man was pondering something. She saw his face furrow, as if he was thinking of giving her an answer she awaited."Bi Yani is still on vacation. She'll be back tomorrow," he said, smiling at her.Lara was slightly suspicious but had no reason to scold him. After all, according to him, Bi Yani might indeed be resting at her own residence. Tomorrow she would find out the truth.***The night gradually descended, darkness had taken over this residence. Seno hadn't shown any sign of returning at this hour. Lara tried calling his husband's cell phone several times, but all she got was a busy tone