Dashtan tightly shook the hand of a man around the same age as his stepfather. A polite smile graced his face as the man smiled while shaking hands.“Thank you for coming this far, Mr Reynaldi. Come on, please sit down,” Dashtan greeted, and then they sat across from each other on a dark blue sofa.“Does not matter. Your dad said if I had to meet you to start the dig, you’d be in charge there.” Mr Reynaldi looked at Dashtan with his modest gaze. Dashtan smiled; the man had been so attached to him since they first met at the museum’s opening in Singapore. They have the same interest in science.What things are buried there? Dashtan started his observation. He wanted to know what was in there; his mind was already guessing its value.“From what our team got, the remains of human civilization as old as the Mayans were buried. Don’t imagine that civilization will be as wide as Atlantis and the Mayans. It’s only a small civilization, but it proves that a civilized tribe once lived on that
Mrs Adeline welcomed her daughter, who had just arrived, with a warm hug that meant longing. It had been so long since she and her ex-husband divorced, and Rakia chose to live independently in Jakarta. She knows that the divorce hurts the child more or less, but she also doesn’t want to force everything under her control.“Oh, sweetie, it’s been so long. How are you?” she asked her daughter while staring and clasping her hands. Rakia had ordered her not to pick her up, but she insisted. She longs to see that her daughter is so big that she must finish it soon. And here she was, inside the Changi airport building with people milling around.“Physicly I’m okay, but mentally...,” Rakia looked down for a moment to swallow the bitterness that was still so thick clinging to her, “I’m crack,” she admitted as she raised her eyes again to look at her mother. Her mother’s hand reached out to caress a few strands of her dangling hair. Rakia hated that look.“You will come back whole, soon as pos
“Aww!” Rakia dropped the flower scissors she held when a thorn pricked one of her fingers. Adeline, who was not far from her daughter, immediately turned and approached.“What is it?” asked Adeline with a worried face. Rakia looked down at her bloody finger.“That rose stabbed me,” Rakia reported. Adeline immediately took a handkerchief from the pocket of the gardening apron she was wearing. Then she pressed the cloth on Rakia’s wound.“Come in, let Mama finish everything later,” Adeline ordered.“But, Ma, I want to help.” Rakia begged. Adeline shook her head as she pressed her lips together.“That’s enough, you just come in. You can take over the kitchen work instead of taking care of the plants.”Raki snorted. He is more skilled in the kitchen than in the flower garden. She nodded resignedly. Just as she was about to enter the house, the housekeeper, Mrs Liam, stood in the doorway connecting the back garden with the living room.“Ma’am, Mr. Montezza forgot this.” The woman is agains
She wasn’t usually this nervous for a job interview. Rakia stared at the lobby door of the television station she had visited that day. Several people were going in and out through the door alternately. She was standing on one of the steps, gathering her confidence before entering the building. A week later, after sending several job application files to several television stations in this city via email, only two of the total five locations she sent application files scheduled for interviews. It was far from Rakia’s expectations, but she tried to be strong; however, after she was laid off, she had to start everything again from scratch.After completing the interview in the first building, which was quite time-consuming with questions that had nothing to do with her future work, such as her relationship status, whether she was married or not, and some random questions that she was reluctant to answer, however, she still gave her best answer; she thought that sometimes the random ques
With a surprised look, Rakia looked at Dashtan, who was smiling at her. She ended the call unilaterally when the man came over to her.“Don’t you have anything else to do besides being a stalker? I could have reported you to the police for invading someone else’s privacy.” Rakia said fiercely. Dashtan enjoyed every emotion the woman showed her since she met and saw her often.“Going home now?” asked Dashtan.“No, I’m taking the bus home,” Rakia refused sternly. She answered without looking at Dashtan.“Your mom will find you; you’re new here; she must be worried; if I take you home, your stepfather will tell your mom about me.” This time, Dashtan tried another way to make Rakia care about her. That way, she could get Rakia to talk about the marriage again. Rakia snorted and blew air out of her mouth by advancing her lower lobe. She turned to stare at Dashtan with an annoyed look.“What do you want exactly?” asked Rakia desperately as she stood up.“Fine, I’ll just follow you,” she fin
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
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