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
A room that served as a workspace with a cosy interior made Rakia once again marvel at the man's home. Dashtan invited Rakia to sit on a reserved sofa for guests who would talk business with him. Rakia sat on the long couch and waited for Dashtan to join her.Is there more you would like to discuss on this contract? Dashtan asked as he sat on a sofa opposite Rakia's current position. He put down a stack of HVS papers containing the agreement they had been discussing since a few days ago."Can I cook for you? I mean you know, I can't just cook for myself while I live here as your wife." Rakia started the conversation. Dashtan smiled in response to the woman's nervous look."No problem, the contract already says. There is no obligation for both parties to fulfill the role of husband and wife inside the house except in public including family." Dashtan reminded me of one of the points of the contract."That means... neither you nor I care, is that it?" Somehow, that statement struck her.
A knock on Rakia's bedroom door was heard as Adeline's voice called for the woman to come downstairs immediately, as Dashtan was waiting for her in the living room."Is he earnest about you, Sweetie?" Adeline asked as she walked with her daughter down the stairs. Rakia sighed and nodded; at least, that was what would happen in the future. They would get married and have a household that was, Meh. Rakia's mind didn't know what to call the household. Adeline smiled, her face beaming. She was happy with the news that her daughter had found someone who could make her forget the pain of heartbreak.Adeline handed the food box to Rakia."I know you didn't have time to have breakfast." Rakia smiled, and her heart warmed. Since she lived alone in Jakarta, attention from her mother was scarce. They only communicated over the phone, but the time was minimal. After giving her mom a quick peck on the cheek, she said goodbye and went to the living room. Before she could see the figure that picked
Dashtan again picked up Rakia when she got home from work, even though she didn't ask for it. Still, Dashtan also wanted to go to her house to convey his birthday invitation tomorrow night to her parents. When Rakia had just come out of the building through the main door, Dashtan saw the woman with Liam; without making time with a furious expression, he reached for the cell phone that he kept in his jeans pocket and contacted Rakia, who was currently walking towards a car with Liam. And fortunately, the woman stopped to answer his phone call."Hello, Ash, what's up?" asked Rakia."Nine o'clock," Dashtan said, initially confusing Rakia, but the woman soon followed Dashtan's directions. And finally, they looked at each other from a considerable distance. Rakia, surprised, reflexively hung up the phone and approached Dashtan; for some reason, her brain ordered her to prefer the man over Liam, who was staring in surprise at Rakia, who turned around."You came here? Why?" asked Rakia again
Dashtan blew out a few candles that were stuck on a large rectangular cake. Everyone at the party applauded after the man blew out all the candles. Dashtan looked at the people at the party with a smile; he left Rakia to stare at the end with eyes full of meaning for a feeling still burning inside him. That passion settled inside him like chlorine at the bottom of a water barrel. He was waiting for someone to lift it and bring it to the surface.Rakia noticed the man’s gaze on her, which made her immediately sit up and squirm slowly in her chair. As if Dashtan’s passion was connected to her, she could still feel the man in several spots on her body. The incident in the elevator a few moments ago was a second beautiful mistake. Rakia turned her face away from Dashtan towards the dish before her. She rolled her eyes as her other self said that the incident in the elevator was the most beautiful mistake. She slowly sipped the champagne, filling the glass stemware on her table. Her mouth
Rakia stared at the ring on her left finger with a half-empty mind. Everything seemed to have happened just like that: Ben’s betrayal and the man’s demands, and then she met Dashtan, and finally they tied the knot, and soon they would be married. Rakia blinked and turned her attention away from the ring. Dashtan said their wedding would be held in a week, after which they would fly to Dubai to meet Dashtan’s family.Her ringing cell phone startled and panicked her, so she picked it up quickly without looking at the caller.“Hello,” she greeted quickly and stiffly.“Hi, it’s me,” said the person there, which made him frown deeply. She recognized him and then said, “Ben? Is it you?”There was a sigh before there was an answer.“Yeah, it’s me, hey I-“Without listening to the following sentence, Rakia turned off the phone. She felt like she couldn’t bear to hear the man’s voice. Her cell phone rang again, but she quickly rejected the call and then turned off her cell phone. The corridor
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