Dashtan exited the room after getting dressed while Rakia performed the bath ritual. Initially, he wanted to wait for her to finish, but his mother entered his room while he was lying on the bed checking his cell phone. A knock on the door from her mother interrupted her. "Where's Rakia?" Mahira looked at her son while occasionally darting into the room as Dashtan stood in the doorway of the room he had half-opened. "Taking a bath, why, Mom?" Dashtan looked at the woman curiously. "Do you want to rest?" Mahira asked again. "I was planning to take Rakia for an afternoon walk." Her son divulged the plan. The mother nodded. "We're having dinner at the Golden Fork tonight. Your father's friend has invited you," she informed; Dashtan frowned. "Who?" Because he didn't want to accept a dinner invitation that he didn't know the source of. Many people surrounded his father, and few were sycophants. “Mr. Zulfikar from Talka industries. You must know him," Mahira replied. Dashtan thought
An emerald green satin kaftan Mahira gave to Rakia for her to wear to the Golden Fork tonight. Tiny jewels formed a sizable prism in the centre. She rarely wore such elegant clothes, as time was not favourable for Rakia to wear such garments. When she did wear it, it fit her body like it was made for her. She looked so graceful, covered and elegant, a very different appearance from Rakia, the journalist. This time, it was like she was seeing herself on the other side, Rakia, the wife of a Dubai conglomerate. Rakia chuckled amusedly at the nickname in her mind. She continued to apply makeup to her face. She wore accessories on several body parts, like earrings, bracelets and wedding rings. She curled her hair in a style she had briefly studied on the internet. She didn't want to look unprepossessing at this dinner, now that she had entered and become part of the life of a Dashtan from a high social strata family. She didn't want to look disappointing or embarrassing. Initially, Mahira
A wet kiss all over her face woke Rakia from her deep sleep. Her eyelids lifted slowly, allowing her to look at the person who gave her a damp kiss all over her face. "Good Morning, Sleeping Beauty, come on, you have to see Dubai in the morning," Dashtan greeted with a smile as bright as the morning sun. Rakia chuckled at the sleepiness that still lingered in her eyes. "I wish it were raining in Dubai," she said in her sleepy and lazy intonation. Her husband laughed with a heavy, manly, and sexy laugh. "You wish you could spend the morning with me and do one more amazing round?" he teased, to which Rakia only responded with a sleepy smile. She tilted her body to face her husband, hoping he would let her sleep. Last night was such a sweet and beautiful battle; she didn't know why it could be so intoxicating that she, who initially promised only one round, actually did it so many times that she felt sleep-deprived. "Oh, come on... The sun is so nice, we'll go jogging on the beach to
Only Rakia seemed to be enjoying breakfast alone at the large dining table. After her morning workout with Dashtan, she showered and ate breakfast alone while her husband met her father-in-law. She wanted to know what they discussed; it was a journalist's instinct to know everything, especially if the objects were people like Dashtan and her father-in-law. After finishing breakfast, she had nothing else to do, so she went to the kitchen to see what was happening and chat briefly with the working maids. They had been working with their employer for quite some time, especially the head of the household, whose name Rakia always forgot, probably because she felt awkward and clumsy in such a luxurious place. Rakia left the kitchen for another room on the second floor. When she reached the top of the stairs, she faintly heard the sound of a piano. Curious, she followed the direction of the sound with slow steps, and the closer she got, the more apparent it sounded. Chopin's tones flowed so
Neither Dashtan nor Rakia spoke during their ride in Dashtan's Lamborghini. "Where are we going?" Rakia opened the conversation; she felt Dashtan was hiding something. "You'll find out later, for sure this place you have to know, it's important," said the man who seemed to be thinking about many things. Rakia turned to look at the husband she got from a marriage based on that agreement. She was sure that something must be on his mind. She also tried to open the man's mind little by little; as a journalist, she had a way of getting her sources to be more open in conveying information. "I don't know much about a country's economic issues, but this country is always in the top three hottest topics. And apparently... This country is amazing." Rakia began to try her hand at foreplay. Dashtan smiled at the woman's ramblings. "In recent years, we've opened up to several investors from Western countries." Dashtan tried to respond; Rakia was happy with this promising start. She would not b
The seven-hour trip back to Singapore was like a trip to the moon. Her eyes were puffy, her nose was red, and her face no longer radiated enthusiasm. She couldn't even make it through the dinner with Dashtan's family. All the happiness she felt instantly disappeared. She did not hear Adeline's repeated calls because she left her cell phone in the room. Upon arrival in Singapore, Dashtan rushed Rakia to the hospital where Doctor Pedro worked. At that time, Mr. Reynaldi was being treated in the ICU after surgery. Rakia met Doctor Pedro as she arrived at the door of the ICU room where her father was being treated. "How is Dad?" asked Rakia in a hoarse voice after crying all day. Doctor Pedro let out a long sigh as he looked at Rakia with an anxious gaze mixed with trying to be strong. "The team of doctors have tried their best, hopefully a miracle can make him open his eyes again." Doctor Pedro's words only worsened Rakia's mood, sinking to the deepest point. She burst into tears aga
Dashtan seemed to be struggling with his necktie as Rakia walked into his room. "Oh, Hi, do you need help? Sorry for not knocking." Rakia smiled at the doorway of the room, to which Dashtan responded with a smile. Without waiting for the man's reply, Rakia went deeper and approached Dashtan and helped the man tie his tie. "I'm going to Dubai tomorrow," Dashtan told Rakia, who frowned for a moment. "Any important business?" asked Rakia, half curious and half not. Her hands moved gracefully to tie Dashtan's necktie. The man formed his lips into a straight line and nodded. "My father asked me to come because he wanted to talk about something." "You want to tell me?" Rakia was getting interested. She had finished with her tie-making. “It’s about Dalilah.” Rakia's gaze changed as she looked at the man; she was suspicious. "Did she do something out of control?" Slowly, Rakia began her talent as a journalist to pry for information. Dashtan exhaled. "It seems so, but I hope it's not
They passed by a month without significant problems for Dashtan and Rakia. Although Mr Reynaldi showed no signs of waking up from his coma, Rakia tried to stay strong and visited her father regularly in the hope that he would open his eyes and return to his old self. That afternoon, after Rakia got off work and was at the hospital where her father was being treated, her cell phone rang. “Yes, hello. Brand?!” Rakia looked unsure. “Yes, it’s me. Hey, can you come back to the office at six? We need to discuss something.” Her boss sounded unusual. Rakia realized something was up, and she wanted to know, so she agreed to the man’s request to come to the office at six. After hanging up the call, Rakia looked at the wall clock in the room. It was about half an hour later. She stood by her father’s side and looked at him with all the hope that he would return soon and open his eyes. “Dad, I’ll come back later,” Rakia said, leaving the room. On reaching home, she rushed to her room to showe
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