The sound of cooking utensils and processing food was the backdrop of the restaurant Rakia and Dashtan chose for dinner. The atmosphere of a street food place near Chinatown became Dashtan’s choice after Rakia decided to leave the decision of choosing a place to eat entirely to the man. The aroma of seafood combined with spices tempts anyone to stop by and sample the menu. Rakia opted for the rice noodles with grilled squid; Dashtan ordered the same except with a different addition of grilled prawns. She also added chicken dumplings and sweets for dessert.“Want to try tangyuan?” Dashtan asked and offered. Rakia nodded enthusiastically. She ordered her sticky rice balls filled with chocolate, while Dashtan ordered red bean filling.“Do you eat here often?” asked Rakia, just out of curiosity and to start a conversation between them.“Not really; I’m the type of person who isn’t too picky about food. But I don’t eat haram food.” Dashtan honestly answered as he looked at Rakia.“What abo
The arrival of her father was something that Rakia welcomed quite enthusiastically. She asked Adeline for permission to pick up the man at the airport. However, Rakia was a little disappointed when she learned that her father had promised to be picked up by someone else. What she didn’t know was that the other person was Dashtan.“You didn’t go pick up your dad?” asked Adeline when she saw Rakia helping the maid cook lunch in the kitchen.“No, Dad said he was picked up by someone else who had promised him before coming here,” Rakia replied as she stirred her homemade mushroom chicken soup; she then took a little of the soup and tasted it on the tip of her palm she nodded after feeling the right flavor on her tongue.“Who?” Adeline wanted to know. Rakia turned to look at Adeline, then shrugged. Adeline raised her forehead with her lips slightly forward. She tried to guess who would deal with her ex-husband this time, and it certainly wasn’t far from the man’s profession.“I’m going to
The scent of lavender-scented bath soap wafted from where Rakia had just come out of the bathroom after a few minutes spent soaking in her favorite soap. Before going to bed, she often takes a bath first, but because she used to live in a boarding house, she only takes a shower, not a bath. Nowadays, her mother’s home provides a bathtub so she can maximize her ritual. It’s been five days, and she hasn’t heard anything about her job application. From various places she had gone, including Dashtan. She couldn’t wait to return to her old routine; she felt only lazier if she stayed home too long and was unemployed.She approached his laptop on the bed, open and on, displaying a desktop wallpaper of the Eiffel Tower—one of the places she wanted to visit. In the past, when she was still with Benjamin, she hoped to go there with him. However, everything was just a dream even though until now, she still hoped to visit that place even without anyone’s company. Rakia sat on the edge of the bed
Rakia looked down at the white envelope she had ignored last night. Grabbing the object, she opened it and read the contents carefully. Her heart seemed to jump out of her chest and her eyeballs when she found out the envelope’s contents were a lawsuit letter from Benjamin related to his act of burning her wedding dress at that time. The man filed a lawsuit against her, seeking damages for the destruction of private property amounting to more than 1 billion dollars. Rakia sat limply on her dressing table stool as she sluggishly dropped both hands to her sides. She was immediately confused by the lawsuit. She thought about telling people about it when she found a solution. She put the letter back in its envelope and put it away in the dresser drawer, then quickly went downstairs to have breakfast and leave for work.Her mind was divided between work and the lawsuit. The letter also gave Rakia a one-week deadline to fulfill the demands.“Where did that much money come from?” asked Rakia
Liam smiled, looked at Rakia, and said, “Maybe so.” Suddenly, Rakia smiled disapprovingly at that. Dahstan snorted and smiled sarcastically; he didn’t like Liam’s words even though he knew the man was joking. Rakia was silent while finishing her food, and then she took the cell phone from her pants pocket and typed a message for Dashtan.“I have something to talk to you about, but please save me from this friend of yours.” Rakia wrote the message and sent it to Dashtan. Immediately, Dahstan’s cell phone chimed; the man checked his phone and read the letter from Rakia. He glanced at the woman who was eating. Dashtan started his rescue mission; he put his cell phone back in the back pocket of his jeans.“I’m sorry that I have to borrow your lunch companion to discuss something important; you don’t mind, right?” Dashtan gave Liam a severe look to make him believe him. Rakia raised her face and looked at Dashtan; she only pretended to be surprised so Liam wouldn’t get suspicious.“Well, i
Dashtan canceled his plans to meet Rakia to discuss their marriage contract. Suddenly, his father called him to temporarily review the construction site of the Dubai city water irrigation, which the government would soon work on in collaboration with his company. His company won the tender to construct clean water irrigation for Dubai. As a result, he only sent Rakia an email containing the contract they would live under during their marriage.“You can add and disagree with the points of the contract, so we can discuss it later when I return to Singapore,” Dahstan wrote in his email. Rakia smiled and opened the document sent to her. She read each point carefully. Letting out a long sigh, Rakia bit her lower lip with a feeling of uncertainty. Some issues made her reconsider, but her interests also compelled her.“There is no sexual activity if both parties do not want it or if one of the two parties to this agreement does not want it,” Rakia read in a not-so-loud voice. She sighed agai
Since her communication with Dashtan a week ago, Rakia and Dashtan have been busy with their respective affairs in terms of work. Without Rakia realizing it, a week had passed since she last saw Dashtan’s face and heard his voice. Her current work took up so much of her time and attention that she had forgotten about Dashtan, who had returned to Singapore. She was surprised when the man came to pick her up at DS to see Dashtan waiting for her while leaning against the hood of his car in the front, wearing jeans with a white turtle neck shirt with both sleeves rolled up to the elbows. Dashtan pinned his sunglasses to his collar. Indeed, Rakia would not be able to deny that Dashtan’s figure would always make women out there stunned, including herself at this time. She stared at Dashtan while gulping her saliva as she walked up to the man, and when they were close, Dashtan noticed her presence. The man turned his head and gave her a smile and a look that made Rakia tremble.“Hi, sorry fo
Dashtan was just about to knock on the door of a room when his cell phone rang. He immediately reached into his pants pocket."Mom?!" he muttered in surprise, then answered the call."Hi, Ma," greeted Dashtan, who held his curiosity on the tip of his tongue."Ash, where are you? Meet mom at the restaurant near Merlion," she told his son matter-of-factly. Dashtan turned toward the door and beckoned Rakia to follow him out of the boutique. Rakia gave the man a confused look but followed him anyway."Now?" asked Dashtan."Yes, now. Don't be long, I have something to talk to you about."Hearing that, Dashtan was suspicious of the conversation her mother wanted to have. After hanging up the call, she sighed and looked at Rakia."We're going to Monti," he told her. Rakia was confused as to why they had to go there."Why, where's your mom?" Rakia spits out her curiosity."My mom called me to Monti; I might as well take you." Hearing that, Rakia immediately looked at her current appearance. I
Four months later.Rakia was surprised when Dashtan hugged her from behind. Her belly now looked bloated. She had just turned off the stove after the fried rice was finished. Dashtan kissed her earlobe, and it caused a slight sting that thrilled Rakia. “Are you done?” asked Dashtan in a highly sensual tone. “Why? You want to fuck me again?” guessed Rakia, which made her husband chuckle. Rakia rolled her eyes. “We should do other things besides bed activities. Eat, walk, work, the world is big and beautiful and there are many things we can do.” It wasn’t that Rakia didn’t want to, but they had done it repeatedly last night. Dashtan, who had just come from Dubai and left for three days, immediately asked for her nightly allotment. “I’m away for three days, I’m a man, there’s a lot of temptation in Dubai,” Dashtan admitted. Rakia turned her body to face the man. She draped both arms around her husband’s neck. “Where did you go while in Dubai? Did Razak take you to a place wh
Dashtan opened the door to the room he used as a reading room and found Rakia sitting on a comfortable sofa reading a book. The woman's attention was distracted by Dashtan in the doorway, who smiled and greeted her. "Hi, feeling better?" asked Dashtan as he approached Rakia and squatted in front of the woman. Rakia nodded with a gentle smile. "But the doctor still doesn't want me to go to work, are you home yet?" It was Rakia's turn to ask; it wasn't even lunchtime, and Dashtan was already home. "I want to take you somewhere." Dashtan said, which made Rakia frown. She then guessed. "Not fancy gifts again," Rakia said; she didn't really like the way Dashtan gave her gifts. It was always expensive stuff, not that she wasn't happy, but she still had to get used to using things bought with piles of money. Dashtan chuckled. A month had passed after all the problems between them and Dalilah were resolved. Dashtan divorced the woman, and Dalilah had to go to jail for the crime of att
Staring at the footage Dashtan was watching on Rakia’s tablet in his workspace, Dashtan checked all the footage Rakia had managed to get from the surveillance cameras the woman had installed in Dalilah’s room. It was only a matter of waiting for the woman’s arrest warrant from the police so that the police could freely search all her belongings. Dashtan transferred all the footage to a small flash drive, and tomorrow, he will submit the data to the police station as additional evidence. After checking all the data, Dashtan went from his office to his bedroom; he met Dalilah, crossing the living room. “Hi, what’s going on? I heard someone came in and Rakia-““Enough of the pleasantries, as of this moment I am no longer your husband.”The words were so quick but heard in Dalilah’s ears that she could only be surprised with widened eyes for a split second. Her lips seemed to move to say something, but Dalilah was just silent; Dashtan immediately walked away after saying that. Dalilah co
Dashtan arrived home and dashed into the house, which was currently quite crowded due to the arrival of the police and medics. Without caring about his surroundings, he immediately entered and looked for the figure that was the heart of his heart. When he saw Rakia being treated by the medics on the sofa in the living room, he could only stand still with his eyes filled with tears. He slowly approached the couch, distracted by the man’s arrival. “Hi...,” Rakia greeted softly with a hoarse voice.“Sorry, sir, she needs to be taken to the hospital immediately; the bullet is still inside and must be removed immediately to speed up healing.” Dashtan immediately nodded to the medic’s words. He lifted Rakia’s body, carried her to the ambulance, and followed a few minutes later after finishing his business with the police who arrested the perpetrator. Dashtan, with his murderous gaze, looked at the perpetrator, who two police officers now flanked with his hands cuffed behind his back. He re
A week after Rakia regained consciousness, the woman asked to go home because she didn’t feel at home in the hospital. But that didn’t mean she was free from medical treatment. She still had to keep resting and using IVs to support her recovery. The wound she sustained on her shoulder had not completely dried up, leaving her with pain Rakia could not tolerate. As a result, Dashtan hired a doctor who would come every three days to monitor and check on Rakia’s condition—and also asked the gynecologist, whom Rakia consulted and checked herself, to go to the house to check on the woman’s womb. Dashtan became super protective, which bothered Rakia, but she tried to understand. She asked Pedro to do it, but Pedro was a heart specialist with a busy schedule every day, so he couldn’t make it. “Don’t forget to eat and take your medicine; I’ll be home by lunchtime. Call me quickly if anything happens or you need anything.” Dashtan babbled at length, and it made Rakia roll her eyes because her
On a bright and cloudy Monday morning, Dashtan tried to go to the office and finish some work that had been neglected. Whether he wanted to or not, whether he liked it or not, as the CEO of a multinational company, he had a lot of work to do. Dashtan looked at his appearance in the mirror, which was not wearing a tie perfectly. He remembered the figure of Rakia, who always put on his link every morning. But the woman was still on the verge of life and death. He let out a rough breath and decided not to wear a tie that day. He removed it from his neck and threw it on the bed. He went to the wardrobe room to get a slim-fit suit and put it on, after which he left his room. He called his secretary to order breakfast. “Sir, today there will be a visitor from the police who wants to see you.” The secretary told him when he had just arrived and sat in his chair. He had forgotten about it because his mind had been in turmoil for the past few days. “Yes, let me know when they arrive.” Dasht
Dashtan's words were able to increase the panic and fear Dalilah felt. The woman stared at Dashtan with both eyes perfectly rounded. "W-what do you mean? That person must be lying. I don't know who that person is." Dalilah threw up her defense, to which Dashtan responded with a sarcastic smile. He lowered his raised hand, holding the cell phone to his side, and said, "I'm giving you a choice. Confess now, then I'll divorce you and not take the matter to the law, but if you still want to persist with your lies, you'll lose everything and end up in jail." Dalilah stared at Dashtan with a look full of fear. Her brain was busy thinking of defenses she should say to make him believe her. "Ash, I couldn't possibly do something like that. I am pregnant, so the doctor said, "This is your child; we will live happily." Dalilah was still trying to devise a defense that already sounded disgusting to Dashtan's ears. The man turned around and waved his hand behind him for Dalilah to stop saying
Dashtan returned to the hospital after talking to Razak. Doctor Pedro met him just as he arrived at the door of the ICU; he had just come out of the room to check on Rakia. “Do you want to look after her tonight?” Doctor Pedro looked at his son-in-law with a sympathetic gaze. The look on Dashtan’s face couldn’t hide the anxiety that was engulfing him. Dashtan nodded. “You can sleep in my room, because the ICU doesn’t allow anyone in there except the patient.” Doctor Pedro informed, and once again, Dashtan nodded. “Come on, let’s go to the cafeteria for coffee,” Doctor Pedro invited, which Dashtan agreed to. He needed a conversation partner to distract him from worrying about Rakia’s condition. “I told Adeline about Rakia, she’ll be here tomorrow morning to see her. I know it’s worrying but that woman has been through a lot as a journalist. Rakia is a strong woman.” Pedro smiled as his mind recalled Rakia’s vigorous and unyielding figure. As a stepfather, he knew more or less what
The medical team arrived along with the police, while the fire department arrived not long after. Liam immediately lifted Rakia's body onto a gurney with the help of a medical team and was then taken to the ambulance. The firefighters immediately put out the fire that was still raging and engulfed Rakia's car. Liam stayed for a while to watch the extinguishing process and answer questions from two police officers who had come to the scene. Several DS and other television station reporters covered the events at the location and tried to get information. This time, Liam became the journalist's target for information. The medical team had taken Rakia's body to a nearby hospital earlier. Dashtan came to DS shortly after the ambulance carrying Rakia's body left. "Where is Rakia?" Dashtan asked Liam with a panicked look on his face. "The ambulance just left for the hospital," Liam replied, and Dashtan immediately went to his car and followed the ambulance. Before he started the engine, h