"Clara, hurry up. We're going to be late."With that yell, Clara came out with her suitcase and immediately got into the car. "I'm sorry, I was...""Take this..."Clara looked at the still warm drink and chocolate-filled bread for breakfast, then happily accepted it. "Thank you."But Clara was puzzled, why wasn't the car moving yet? Didn't Joe say earlier that if they were slow they would be late?Seeing Clara's expression at that moment, Joe chuckled. "I don't want to drive until I see you eat breakfast and take your routine medication."No way! Could this man read someone's mind?Clara ignored him and looked relaxed. "What are you talking about? Don't be so dramatic, Joe...""Remember, I'm your doctor."Clara's smile faded instantly as Joe raised one eyebrow and even deliberately widened his eyes, staring at Clara.A gasp was heard, Clara finally obeyed his command. "Alright."Seeing Clara moving lazily, Joe smiled amusedly. He felt the seeds of love growing deeper in his heart. But
A MONTH LATER…Clara woke up from her coma and sat up, feeling much better. “What happened to me? Since when did I like wearing pajamas to sleep?”Confused by the change, she decided to leave the room, but outside the door, her brow furrowed as she saw a woman standing there, smiling at her.“Lara, you’re finally awake.” The old woman embraced her tightly, her face beaming with joy. “My wait for your consciousness wasn’t in vain after all.”“Wh-who are you?” Clara’s cheerful expression vanished instantly as she pushed the woman away. The room fell silent.“Lara, don’t you remember me?”Clara snorted before walking away.“Wait, Lara…”Her steps faltered as she stopped, seemingly forced, without turning around.“You really don’t remember me? I’m your husband…”“Don’t joke around, I won’t be swayed by your charade. Tell me where Joe is…”"Joe…" Adrian repeated the name of the man he had sent back to Norway.He had painstakingly cared for her and waited anxiously every day, but Clara igno
"What happened to me? Why can't I remember anything!" As everyone left her alone in the room, Clara squeezed her head tightly. "How could I not remember that I was married to the owner of this house?"Clara shook her head, unwilling to be consumed by her thoughts. She reached for her phone, intending to manage her social media influencer business. But when she found it, she discovered the screen was cracked. "How could this happen? Maybe my phone is broken!"She kept pressing the power button on the side, but her phone wouldn't turn on. Clara growled, frustrated. Damn! She needed her phone. How could she manage her social media accounts without it? Her account already had millions of followers, and she had a lot of products to promote. Without a phone, she would lose a lot of money."This can't be, I need a new phone. But where's my bank card? I'm going to get out of here and buy a phone." She looked around the room. Her eyes fell on a small table in the corner. There was a vase with
Clara and Adrian arrived at the lavish and crowded birthday party, filled with businessmen and socialites. Adrian introduced Clara as his wife, causing a stir among the guests. Whispers filled the air, and Clara felt uncomfortable in her role, feeling like a mere decorative ornament. Was Adrian deliberately doing this to show off his power? Adrian noticed the unease in Clara's eyes, but he couldn't deny the allure that simmered within her. In his eyes, Clara was a breath of fresh air. He felt the need to delve into her soul and romantically clasped her waist, making the atmosphere even more awkward. What was this? Clara felt displeased, but the man tightened his jaw, signaling that she had to play his game. He whispered, "Everyone here brought their partners, I hope you don't cause a scene." Clara snorted coldly. "Hey, you two, aren't you thirsty?" They both turned as a woman approached, offering them drinks. "You?" The woman and Adrian pointed at each other's faces in unison.
“Good heavens! It’s morning already.”Clara woke up to find herself still in the car. The sunlight was blinding. She turned to her side and saw Adrian still asleep in the driver’s seat.“Why are we still here, Adrian?” His eyes flew open at the sound of her voice, and he rubbed his face.“Lara, I’m sorry, I fell asleep.”“You didn’t take me home?”Adrian scratched his head, trying to figure out how to answer.“I…”“Where’s my bag?” But as she tried to stand, a sharp pain shot through her lower body. “Ssh…”“Lara, are you alright?” Adrian helped her shift, and Clara didn’t resist his touch.Her eyes widened, feeling strange as she noticed a red stain on the seat. ‘This isn’t the time for my period, why…’ Her brow furrowed, a question forming in her mind.But Adrian found her bag first. Clara covered the stain with a handkerchief from the small pocket of her bag. “Adrian, I need something… but could you step out for a minute?”“Alright…” Adrian obeyed, his heart pounding with anxiety
When Adrian woke up at 10 a.m., the first thing that came to mind was the desire to see Clara and resolve the issues from the previous day. Adrian, the CEO of Founderflash, had been ensnared by her charm! Anger burned in his eyes as he surveyed the room, but there was no sign of her. In his peripheral vision, a piece of paper on the bedside table caught his attention. "What's this?" Adrian muttered, frowning as he picked it up. He squinted and his expression suddenly turned somber. Adrian couldn't believe Clara had used his real name when writing him a letter. He abruptly stood up and turned to leave Clara's room, radiating a fierce aura. "Have you seen Lara?" he asked the housekeeper. Dorce's was startled. "Young Master, Miss Clara left before dawn, taking her suitcase with her," she replied. Adrian was shocked. He went back to the room and checked her closet, but he couldn't find any of Clara's personal belongings except for the clothes he had bought her yesterday before they
“Sir, we still haven't been able to find your wife. Should we continue the search?” In his secret headquarters, Jordan exhaled a plume of cigarette smoke in despair. He fell silent, thinking for a moment, wondering where Clara had gone. “You guys take a break first, I’ll figure out what to do next.” The man with the real name Jordan felt frustrated. He couldn’t imagine what would happen if Clara truly disappeared from his life. “Lara couldn’t have just disappeared like that. She must be hiding.” Jordan lowered his head, typing something as a message for Clara, but the words he typed were messy. He kept deleting and retyping. “What should I say?” *** “Kak Lara, your order has arrived…” Clara sluggishly got out of bed. She was going to leave the room to get a drink and receive the food she ordered online. Her steps were unsteady. Clara’s body grew weaker each day. The change became a concern for everyone in the house, including her grandfather who had only been home for two days.
Jordan tapped his fingers impatiently on the table, glancing at his watch every few minutes. Thirty minutes had passed since he arrived.Waiting was incredibly boring for him. Ten more minutes went by, and Adrian started to feel unsure. He stood up from his chair, ready to leave.But his steps slowed as he saw a familiar woman walking towards him.His expression became unstable, adjusting his clothes several times while looking at his reflection in the mirror.“Lara…”The woman turned her face towards the voice…“Lara, you’re Lara, aren’t you?” Jordan seemed happy to find her. “I didn’t expect you to show up. I’ve been looking for you for a long time, but I couldn’t find you anywhere. I just want to apologize…”Clara was taken aback to see the man she had almost forgotten bowing his head. Disappearing for six years, it turned out he still couldn’t forget the shadow of his past.No, this can’t be, she had to pretend not to recognize him.“I’m sorry, maybe you’ve got the wrong person.”
"I agree..." Ayunda cut off his words, without thinking anything. "Are you changing your mind that quickly?" Fendy raised his eyebrows. "Yes, after I thought about it, this is just a side job, right? Besides, I still have a new advertising project, right?" Ayunda, Ayunda, she spoke as if she knew everything, but the man just smiled, his eyes shifted to another direction. "That depends... At least you still have to do something big for me..." "Something big? What is this? Don't go too far." Ayunda snorted, she clearly didn't accept this. "Ayunda, don't you remember our agreement before? Look at your face now, you should be retired by now. Whatever brand it is, they clearly choose fame to make their products sell." Ayunda looked down, was she really like an old woman? Was it because she had given birth many times? She thought, expensive powder should still be able to cover the wrinkles on her face. However, Ayunda d
"Oek... Oek..." "Hanif, your son is crying, isn't his mother at home?" The man just grimaced when asked by a customer who was standing and about to shop at his store. Although busy packing customers' groceries, Hanif took the time to answer briefly. "Ayunda has been busy lately, she got another advertising project, so at home it's just us two." "And what about Jeanne?" "Mom is taking care of the old house, besides she's also busy taking care of her aerobics community, so she can't help me either." After packing everything, Hanif arranged all the items in front of the store and continued his speech. "I'm used to doing everything alone, ma'am, so it's okay." The crying got louder, attracting the attention of all the store's customers. "Hanif, you should go check on your son, we'll wait here." Hanif's busyness invited concern for them, he just realized that all his neighbors had a great sense of humanity. Without thinking, he
"That's Fendy who recently appeared in the men's magazine, right?" The shout drew attention from many people. Their eyes, they stared at the woman beside him with narrowed eyes. "That's Ayunda, right? How dare that woman be close to Fendy?" Some of them commented, as if they didn't like their closeness. At that moment, director Fendy, who heard it, immediately intervened to silence the people who were fans of the magazine he sold on the black market. "Whoever it is, don't protest. I deliberately brought her here to collaborate on the cover." "You should have taken someone else, not Ayunda. A middle-aged woman like her would only be a loss to your brand." "That's right. If the cover is a picture of Ayunda, it won't sell. There are more shining mentors out there to collaborate with." Fendy's producer was quite annoyed by their protests, and he immediately took action. "No, I've decided on this, and no one can a
Hanif paced back and forth in front of the door, his anxiety growing with each passing minute. Ayunda, his wife, was still not home. Yesterday, he hadn't made her favorite soto rice, and now he wondered if that was the reason for her absence. He was running out of time, but his worry for her outweighed everything else. "I'll try calling her again. Hopefully, she'll pick up." His fingers flew across the screen of his phone, reconnecting the call. "Please pick up, Ayunda, pick up..." One, two times he tried, but the result remained the same. "Ayunda isn't in trouble, is she?" He closed his eyes, trying to think clearly. "Okay, I'll try one more time." "Hello..." Hanif let out a sigh of relief as the call connected. "Honey, are you okay?" Hanif asked urgently. "Hanif, I'm so busy today. We can talk later, bye!" "But..." "Oh, I forgot. Hanif, I might not be able to come home for a while, so please take care
Tab...Ayunda's focus was diverted to the magazine that had just been slammed on the table by the cameraman. She picked it up and opened the first page, then turned the next page, until her eyes widened. "So, the photos of me earlier will be published like this?" The man nodded. "That's right." His answer was so casual, Ayunda was slightly provoked by it. "But this is..." However, her words stopped. Her head suddenly throbbed, she couldn't hold it back and had to massage her temples. "What's wrong with me?" "Maybe you just need to rest. Why don't you lie down for a while in that room?" The man pointed to an empty room not far from there. "That's the guest room and it's fully equipped. You don't have to worry if you need to rush to the toilet." The man chuckled. Ayunda really couldn't hold it back anymore. She wanted to get up, but the cameraman stopped her. "Ayunda, wait! Would you like to consider o
"Ayunda..." Hanif called out to his wife softly. Since Ayunda returned home, she had gone straight to their room and hadn't come out until nightfall. Hanif followed her to the bed where she lay, their son already asleep. He saw Ayunda's back turned towards him, her body enveloped in a cotton pajama, fueling his desire to do something. As a normal man, he clearly desired what they were supposed to do. His hand moved to touch Ayunda's shoulder, slowly descending to her waist. Hanif moved his hand to explore the front, this time taking the initiative to touch her breasts and squeeze them. However, Ayunda woke up and immediately pushed his touch away, pulling up the blanket without caring about her husband's desires. "Darling, it's been a while..." "I'm tired and want to rest. I have errands to run tomorrow." It was cruel. His desire had reached the top of his head, but Hanif chose to ignore his disappointment and left the room
His words were so forceful, the woman became the focus of attention of the people.Ayunda couldn't stand it, arrogantly she put her hands on her hips looking at them."You guys are just low-class people, how dare you kick me out? Byurr... before she finished speaking, a spray of mineral water that she didn't expect hit her face and the dress she was wearing. Ayunda was now truly like a joke watched by many people. They didn't even stop laughing at Ayunda without tolerance. She was so annoyed and her mind was full of emotions, her appearance now must be very embarrassing, so she put her sunglasses back on and intended to leave. "What's the commotion here?" That distinctive baritone voice made the atmosphere suddenly silent. Ayunda, who initially wanted to give up and leave, now turned back and straightened her head. "Mr. Hans..." Ayunda had known him for several years, although he seemed indifferent, but the man who was familiarly calle
Leon suddenly became fussy, Hanif quickly made milk and turned on children's videos on his phone to stop Leon from crying. However, his efforts failed, Hanif tried to silence him in every way, the result was the same. Luckily, Ayunda was not far from home. Hanif's mind was much more chaotic, and it triggered his emotions, until finally he released all his frustrations with emotion. "Ayunda, do you still remember your child? Don't you hear him crying? No matter what, he needs a mother's love." "Just tell your mother to come here, tell her to bring the kids and stay here." What a fool, he didn't care how hard Hanif worked to earn a living for his family, all this was to meet their needs as well.Unfortunately, Hanif always kept it to himself, he didn't want to spread it all around and be told he wasn't sincere in supporting his family. Ayunda didn't fail to hear her husband's words, but she grumbled instead, even after leaving her house. "Ju
Anyone would have been very upset, unfortunately Hanif was used to pampering Ayunda, so no matter what his wife's fault was, Hanif measured it all with love. Plus, Leon was not even a year old yet, Hanif clearly didn't want his little son to hear yelling or shouting that would scare him. Really, if you look for it in the world, there is no one like Hanif. At this time, Hanif checked his son's condition. "Leon, you didn't pee, you didn't poop, you didn't cry and just played, why did you call me again, I'm busy?" Ayunda snorted in annoyance, Hanif already knew his wife would be angry if he was ignored. However, for some reason, now he felt that his guess was wrong, Ayunda looked at him with sparkling eyes. "I have good news, do you want to hear it?" "Hmmm...?" Hanif was successfully made curious.""I was offered an advertising project by an exclusive clothing brand product, with a guaranteed down payment to appear on the promotional scr