Letta had been staring at the test pack in front of her for an hour. Her body froze, and she felt breathless when the word "pregnant" appeared on the test pack. This caused Letta to finally sit down on the cold bathroom tiles. She could only bow her head over her knees, tightly hugging them. For a moment, in that position, Letta began to lament all the mistakes and carelessness she had made in the past few hours. This reminded her of an incident a few weeks ago, where it all began.
Three weeks ago, Letta had to attend the company's anniversary event where she worked, a leading airline company in various countries. Fortunately, Letta was able to become one of the employees in the large company. Of course, this was thanks to the hard work she had put in from the beginning to get into the company. Finally, Letta became a flight attendant and part of JV.Airlines. Letta looked at the large mirror in front of her, making sure her appearance was suitable for the luxurious event to be attended by prominent people. She didn't want to embarrass herself. Therefore, Letta was busy choosing a dress for almost two hours. "Should I just wear this dress?" she murmured, continuously turning her body left and right, examining every inch of her body to ensure there were no shortcomings. Someone's voice made Letta close her eyes and try to calm down. "You don't deserve to wear a dress like that. You'd better just lend it to me. Coincidentally, tonight I'm meeting with Robert," said a woman of her age leaning against the door. Letta only glanced at her briefly through the mirror's reflection. "You should wear a different dress, Miti. I'll use this one to go to my company's anniversary event," Letta replied. Miti, a woman of her age, walked closer and stopped right behind Letta. "Still, that dress won't suit you. You should go with a luxury car to match this dress. It would be a waste if this dress is just going to ride in a taxi. You'd better lend it to me," Miti said, observing Letta from head to toe. Letta ignored her and chose to quickly walk towards her handbag to leave for the event. This kind of thing was usual for Letta when Miti began to impose her will on the things she owned. For tonight, Letta didn't want to give in, and she had to shut her ears a little to dampen the screams from Miti coming from her room. However, Letta still felt tense because she had to face Jenny again, Miti's mother, who was also her own aunt. "Where are you going dressed up like that?" Jenny asked with a scornful look, similar to the one Miti had given her earlier. "I have an event at work, so I might be coming home late tonight," Letta replied, putting on her heels, ignoring Jenny's sneering gaze. "You might as well not come home, because no one in this house is expecting your return," Jenny said, making Letta once again have to shut her ears. "I'm leaving," Letta finally said. The online taxi she had previously ordered had arrived in the modest yard of Jenny's house. Jenny began to berate Letta with shouts, similar to how Miti treated her, causing Letta to quickly get into the taxi and slam the door shut. "Sorry, can you start driving now?" Letta said to the taxi driver, who simply nodded. Letta then shifted her gaze out the window, opening it slightly so that the night air could enter the car. At least the night air could slightly alleviate the tightness she felt every day. Letta then took a deep breath and exhaled slowly, trying to empower herself. Although she was able to live independently, Letta could not leave her aunt and cousin who depended on her, as she was the only backbone for them. Letta saw it as a repayment for all the kindness her aunt had shown, sheltering her in their modest home since she was twenty-five. "I am indeed too kind-hearted," Letta murmured with thoughts now filling her mind. Finally, the taxi Letta was in stopped at a five-star hotel. Letta immediately paid the taxi before getting out and heading to the hotel's ballroom, where people had already gathered in luxurious attire and sparkling jewelry. Letta looked at her simple appearance, wearing only her mother's heirloom necklace, while others appeared so glamorous. Suddenly, Letta felt a hug on her shoulder and turned to a woman with a wide smile. "Are you just arriving?" the woman with her distinctive gap-toothed grin asked. She was Mia, one of the friends who had always supported her. "Yes, my online taxi was late. So I just arrived," Letta replied. Mia immediately pulled her to an empty table located in the back. "You're not too late. Look, don't you see the handsome bosses over there chatting?" Mia said, making Letta glance at a group of men engrossed in conversation. One of them was Marco Jovanka, the CEO of JV.Airlines, where Letta worked, which made Letta feel awkward. Mia continued to be captivated by them, making Letta narrow her eyes as she watched them. "Keep your mouth shut if you don't want your drool to drip," Letta said, making Mia click her tongue in annoyance. Letta looked back at Marco, who according to rumors was a cold and unfeeling boss to his subordinates. Although Letta had never spoken to him, his cold aura could be felt even from a distance. Letta prayed she would never have to confront her boss directly. However, fate had other plans. As the night went on, the party became more lively. The soft music turned into a booming club-like atmosphere. The guests mingled on the dance floor, swaying along to the ambiance. The lights dimmed, following the mood. Letta looked worriedly at her friend. "Mia, come on, you've had too much to drink," Letta said, taking the drink Mia had been consuming since earlier. "Come on, Letta, this is a rare night. When else can we drink expensive drinks like this? Don't you feel how enjoyable this drink is flowing down my throat? Price never lies," Mia said, seemingly intoxicated. "That's enough, we better go home. It's late," Letta said, trying to pull Mia's firm hand. "Come on, Letta, don't be so uptight. You should enjoy this drink too. Just one glass," Mia teased, pressuring Letta. "No, you know I can't handle drinking," Letta refused, but Mia kept insisting. "Just one glass, Letta," she insisted again. "There's no difference between one glass or half a glass, I really can't handle it, you know that," Letta said. However, Mia quickly forced Letta to drink, and the effects began to be felt a few minutes later, making Letta feel her head becoming heavy. "I told you I can't handle drinking," Letta said, massaging her throbbing temple. "We can call the online taxi again to go home. You don't have to go to your house, just come to my apartment. How about that?" Mia said, finally getting Letta to agree to her plan. For Letta, going home in a drunken state would only make her the subject of ridicule for her aunt and cousin. "Okay, you call the online taxi. I need to go to the toilet first. I have to cool my face down to get rid of this dizziness. Hopefully, it works," Letta said, making Mia, who was now leaning her face on the table, raise her index finger in agreement. Letta began to walk, sometimes staggering due to her spinning head, searching for the toilet in the hope that her drunkenness would disappear just by washing her face. However, in the middle of the journey, Letta got lost in one of the hotel corridors. She looked left and right, until suddenly she felt her body thrown backward as she collided with someone who was staring at her with a sharp gaze.Letta was now struggling to carry a tall, bulky man to a room somewhere, while being intoxicated herself. Letta, in a spirit of mutual assistance, was also dealing with another drunken individual. "Can you tell me where your room is?" Letta asked for the umpteenth time, as the man only bowed his head and followed Letta's steps. Letta didn't know which room to take the man to, so she ended up just wandering through the corridors on the floor she was on."Actually, how much did he drink to end up unconscious like this?" Letta murmured while struggling to drag the man's hefty body. Eventually, upon reaching the elevator door, Letta tried to dig into the man's jacket, hoping for some clue to help her. The stroke of luck favored Letta when she found the key to the man's room, which turned out to be in the VVIP suite of the hotel, causing Letta to blink in disbelief.Letta finally pressed the button for the highest floor in the lift to take the man to his room. After some struggle and a few
Marco continued to stare blankly at the flat screen in front of him, his mind filled not with the emails that were currently flashing across it, but with the image of a woman who had accompanied his nights for the past few weeks. The memory of her lingered vividly, disrupting his sleep and filling his thoughts with the softness of her touch and the sweetness of her lips. Even the natural fragrance of her body might be enough for Marco to recognize her. "So, have you read the email from Abraham?" someone across from Marco asked, causing him to finally shift his gaze towards his friend, who, for some reason, always seemed to be in his office during working hours like this. "Stop loitering around in my office. It's still working hours. Don't you have a job? Are you too relaxed that you keep hanging around in front of me?" Marco asked, causing Jonas to shrug nonchalantly. "That's the life of an heir to the Milis Group fortune. I don't have to worry about the heavy burdens on my shoulders.
Mia looked at her friend with a furrowed brow, noting that Letta had appeared not quite herself for some time now."Are you sure you're not unwell?" Mia asked, curious, as she approached Letta, who was sitting there trying to pull her sweater closer. "I'm fine, I think," Letta replied, causing Mia to sigh in frustration."That's not a definite answer, Letta. You need to get yourself checked or look into your possibly packed schedule. These past few weeks, you've been refusing to take flights," Mia said, making Letta clench her sweaty fingers."Actually, I've already submitted my resignation letter," Letta suddenly announced, shocking Mia with the sudden decision Letta had made. Letta hadn't mentioned it at all to Mia, who always knew everything Letta was dealing with. Mia seemed slightly disappointed with Letta's decision."And then?" Mia asked, waiting for Letta to continue."I can't just leave right away. I said I wanted to leave right now, but it might take about two weeks to proce
Letta tried to continue walking as Marco's entourage passed her, but suddenly her body froze when she heard his baritone voice from behind."Hey, can you wait a moment?" he said, making Letta even unable to turn her body, just staying silent while staring at the tips of her shoes, not knowing what would happen to her next. Hearing Marco's steps approaching, "Are you not listening to me?" he asked again, making Letta finally try to exhale a long breath to control her heartbeat a little."Are you unwell?" someone now standing right beside her asked, making Letta force herself to look up at the face in front of her, then widen her eyes before lowering her gaze again. Of course, it was the face of the man who had shared her bed a few weeks ago."You're my employee, aren't you? I don't want any of my employees working in such a condition. I don't want to be sued later on," Marco said, folding his arms and scrutinizing Letta's appearance, which could only meekly bow down. "I'm sorry, sir, b
Letta immediately pursed her lips upon seeing the irritating expression Mia always directed at her whenever she begged for something. "I can't, Mia," Letta said wearily, causing Mia to cup her hands."Come on, isn't the way to your house one way? I'm sure this won't take up more than ten minutes of your time. You just have to hand over all this data to Andra," Mia said again, leaving Letta silent as she looked at the brown folder Mia was offering her.It wasn't that she didn't want to meet Andra or make a stop at the restaurant. It was who Andra was with that made Letta reluctant to drop by and help her friend."Mia, I really need to get home quickly. I'm not feeling well at all, so could you just call Andra and tell her to pick it up herself?" Letta said, making Mia shake her head."The thing is, Andra hasn't been picking up my calls since earlier. I've been trying to reach her several times, and right now, she needs it because Mr. Marco has been asking for this data, and she stupidl
The situation in the restaurant grew increasingly tense for Letta as she grew anxious under Marco's careful scrutiny. Letta felt sweat dampening her face, even though the restaurant's air ventilation should have been adequate. Marco's sharp gaze made her feel cornered, with no way to escape."I am right, aren't I?" Marco asked, making Letta only able to shake her head. Marco didn't stop there."Are you lying to me?" Marco asked, forcing Letta to straighten her face and face the man's intense gaze."I am certain that you must be mistaken," Letta said, trying to deny it. However, Marco remained undeterred."I have never been wrong about identifying someone, especially not when it comes to catching your scent," Marco said, showing the scarf Letta had worn earlier. Marco cleared his throat, making Letta even more uneasy."Is my scent so offensive to your senses?" Letta asked with an awkward smile. Marco moved closer, making Letta feel even more cornered."I am serious, and I am sure you a
Letta finally lay down on her bed, exhaling her tired breath. Finally, she could escape from Marco after holding herself in the restaurant for quite some time. Letta then gazed at the ceiling of her room. Although tonight she could deny the suspicions Marco had of her, Letta wasn't sure if in the days to come she could continue to hide her pregnancy from Marco. He would surely grow suspicious and eventually find out that she was pregnant. Letta knew someone like Marco wouldn't easily let her go.On the other hand, Letta also thought about Abian, how he must be feeling, and how shattered he would be upon knowing Letta was carrying another man's child. Tears welled up in her eyes. Letta couldn't bear to see how disappointed Abian would be. He was a very kind man and cared deeply for her. He was always by her side when Letta went through life's most difficult moments. The response she would give might be considered betrayal by Abian, even though Letta never intended it to be.Not only th
Letta blinked a few times as suddenly the bedroom door opened loudly. "Wake up, don't tell me you're being lazy just because it's Sunday," someone snapped, making Letta try to sit up. But her movement stopped when her stomach started hurting again, prompting Letta to caress her flat stomach. Was this the effect of last night's impact that hadn't gone away? Letta thought, then she sat back down, looking at her aunt who was now glaring at her, no longer the same as before, when she used to look at her with one eye closed."Aunt,""I've heard all about Miti's story. Don't you have any mercy to help your own sister? Or have my acts of kindness toward you been insufficient?" Jeni said, making Letta sigh with exhaustion. Even her energy hadn't fully recovered yet, but she had to listen to the scolding of the two people in front of her, who certainly despised her."I have often helped her, Aunt," Letta answered without enthusiasm, her focus solely on her increasingly painful stomach."What d
Mia looked at Letta with a furrowed brow, with a suitcase by her side. She let out a long sigh, then welcomed her friend into her apartment. Mia invited Letta to sit down and offered her some warm tea, considering the extremely cold weather outside. "Why did you go out with such thin clothing? Why didn't you wear a jacket or anything to keep yourself warm?" Mia said as she draped a blanket over Letta, making Letta smile while sipping the warm tea. Her friend was truly the most understanding friend Letta had."I didn't really have time to pay attention to what I was wearing right now. Even when packing my things, I was in a hurry because I didn't want to listen to Aunt's nagging and Mit's complaints for too long," Letta said as she placed the teacup down, making Mia look at her with a raised eyebrow. It seemed Letta knew what her friend was expecting."I will tell you, but may I go to the bathroom first?" Letta asked again, making Mia let out a long sigh before nodding. Letta smiled an
Somehow, Letta could only sit restlessly after being examined by the doctor handling her this time. Occasionally, Letta glanced at the man beside her who had been sitting with a calm expression, before turning her attention back to the doctor who was now in front of them."So, Miss Letta Leticia, how old are you?" the doctor asked, prompting Letta to answer immediately, "25 years old," Letta replied, causing the doctor to jot it down."What is your husband's name?" the doctor asked again, leaving Letta confused. The doctor then turned to Letta, diverting their gaze which had been focused solely on Letta's information."What is your husband's name?" the doctor asked again, glancing between Letta and Marco. This eventually left Letta with no choice but to admit the truth. "Actually, doc, I..." her words were cut off when Marco suddenly intervened, "Marco Jovanka, that's her husband's name," Marco said, causing Letta to widen her eyes. The doctor seemed to notice Letta's expression, but
Since earlier, Letta had been waiting in the waiting room before her name was finally called. While holding her stomach, which was starting to feel better though still painful, Letta hoped that nothing bad would happen to her and her unborn baby. However, Letta's attention was interrupted when suddenly a teenager in complete school uniform shouted not far from the hallway where she was."I don't want to, because I already said I'm fine," she said, making Letta slightly furrow her brow as she saw the straight back that was now facing her. Somehow, it felt very familiar, but the next moment, Letta tried to dismiss the thought. "Even my mother doesn't care, so what's the point of bothering to bring me here," were the words of the teenager that Letta overheard, causing her to finally ignore the argument between the two and choose to check her phone, trying to contact her friend."Mia, can I crash at your apartment tonight?" was the short message Letta sent to her friend, then she put her
Letta blinked a few times as suddenly the bedroom door opened loudly. "Wake up, don't tell me you're being lazy just because it's Sunday," someone snapped, making Letta try to sit up. But her movement stopped when her stomach started hurting again, prompting Letta to caress her flat stomach. Was this the effect of last night's impact that hadn't gone away? Letta thought, then she sat back down, looking at her aunt who was now glaring at her, no longer the same as before, when she used to look at her with one eye closed."Aunt,""I've heard all about Miti's story. Don't you have any mercy to help your own sister? Or have my acts of kindness toward you been insufficient?" Jeni said, making Letta sigh with exhaustion. Even her energy hadn't fully recovered yet, but she had to listen to the scolding of the two people in front of her, who certainly despised her."I have often helped her, Aunt," Letta answered without enthusiasm, her focus solely on her increasingly painful stomach."What d
Letta finally lay down on her bed, exhaling her tired breath. Finally, she could escape from Marco after holding herself in the restaurant for quite some time. Letta then gazed at the ceiling of her room. Although tonight she could deny the suspicions Marco had of her, Letta wasn't sure if in the days to come she could continue to hide her pregnancy from Marco. He would surely grow suspicious and eventually find out that she was pregnant. Letta knew someone like Marco wouldn't easily let her go.On the other hand, Letta also thought about Abian, how he must be feeling, and how shattered he would be upon knowing Letta was carrying another man's child. Tears welled up in her eyes. Letta couldn't bear to see how disappointed Abian would be. He was a very kind man and cared deeply for her. He was always by her side when Letta went through life's most difficult moments. The response she would give might be considered betrayal by Abian, even though Letta never intended it to be.Not only th
The situation in the restaurant grew increasingly tense for Letta as she grew anxious under Marco's careful scrutiny. Letta felt sweat dampening her face, even though the restaurant's air ventilation should have been adequate. Marco's sharp gaze made her feel cornered, with no way to escape."I am right, aren't I?" Marco asked, making Letta only able to shake her head. Marco didn't stop there."Are you lying to me?" Marco asked, forcing Letta to straighten her face and face the man's intense gaze."I am certain that you must be mistaken," Letta said, trying to deny it. However, Marco remained undeterred."I have never been wrong about identifying someone, especially not when it comes to catching your scent," Marco said, showing the scarf Letta had worn earlier. Marco cleared his throat, making Letta even more uneasy."Is my scent so offensive to your senses?" Letta asked with an awkward smile. Marco moved closer, making Letta feel even more cornered."I am serious, and I am sure you a
Letta immediately pursed her lips upon seeing the irritating expression Mia always directed at her whenever she begged for something. "I can't, Mia," Letta said wearily, causing Mia to cup her hands."Come on, isn't the way to your house one way? I'm sure this won't take up more than ten minutes of your time. You just have to hand over all this data to Andra," Mia said again, leaving Letta silent as she looked at the brown folder Mia was offering her.It wasn't that she didn't want to meet Andra or make a stop at the restaurant. It was who Andra was with that made Letta reluctant to drop by and help her friend."Mia, I really need to get home quickly. I'm not feeling well at all, so could you just call Andra and tell her to pick it up herself?" Letta said, making Mia shake her head."The thing is, Andra hasn't been picking up my calls since earlier. I've been trying to reach her several times, and right now, she needs it because Mr. Marco has been asking for this data, and she stupidl
Letta tried to continue walking as Marco's entourage passed her, but suddenly her body froze when she heard his baritone voice from behind."Hey, can you wait a moment?" he said, making Letta even unable to turn her body, just staying silent while staring at the tips of her shoes, not knowing what would happen to her next. Hearing Marco's steps approaching, "Are you not listening to me?" he asked again, making Letta finally try to exhale a long breath to control her heartbeat a little."Are you unwell?" someone now standing right beside her asked, making Letta force herself to look up at the face in front of her, then widen her eyes before lowering her gaze again. Of course, it was the face of the man who had shared her bed a few weeks ago."You're my employee, aren't you? I don't want any of my employees working in such a condition. I don't want to be sued later on," Marco said, folding his arms and scrutinizing Letta's appearance, which could only meekly bow down. "I'm sorry, sir, b
Mia looked at her friend with a furrowed brow, noting that Letta had appeared not quite herself for some time now."Are you sure you're not unwell?" Mia asked, curious, as she approached Letta, who was sitting there trying to pull her sweater closer. "I'm fine, I think," Letta replied, causing Mia to sigh in frustration."That's not a definite answer, Letta. You need to get yourself checked or look into your possibly packed schedule. These past few weeks, you've been refusing to take flights," Mia said, making Letta clench her sweaty fingers."Actually, I've already submitted my resignation letter," Letta suddenly announced, shocking Mia with the sudden decision Letta had made. Letta hadn't mentioned it at all to Mia, who always knew everything Letta was dealing with. Mia seemed slightly disappointed with Letta's decision."And then?" Mia asked, waiting for Letta to continue."I can't just leave right away. I said I wanted to leave right now, but it might take about two weeks to proce