Letta began examining some clothes in a large suitcase, not only her own clothes but also Freya's. After nearly a few hours of choosing these clothes, three suitcases were in front of her, prompting Letta to look at Freya, who was still playing on her bed. "Mommy's done with work, we're going to send all of these,” Letta said, making Freya smile. Letta then called Desi to ask some guards to pull the suitcases out of her room. "Desi, can you ask some guards to take some suitcases from my room?” Letta asked, causing Desi to furrow her brow. "Suitcases?" Desi asked, and Letta nodded her head. "Yes, I just chose some of my and Freya's clothes that are no longer in use. So, instead of cluttering the dressing room, I chose them and intended to donate them to some orphanages and people in need,” Letta said, making Desi nod her head.A few minutes later, some guards carried the three suitcases, even the one Letta used was just a regular suitcase that could probably be disposed of by Marco
Letta fell silent, looking at Freya who had just finished dressing up. Freya, now 15 months old, seemed to be getting smarter. Every day, she could already say a few simple words, and it made Letta even happier to watch the little princess develop rapidly. However, the next moment, Letta's smile faded as she faced the reality they had to face in the future. Letta bowed her head, looking at her little princess who was now smiling sweetly at her. "I'm sorry, my dear. This is the best path we have to take. I don't want us to live with people who have deceived us. I also don't want us to live with a very dark past in this house. Maybe, when you grow up, you will say that it was your mother's selfishness, but for me, this is the best way to repay us. He also has to feel the enormity of the loss and the pain that I have been feeling all this time," Letta said as she reached out her hand, gently caressing Freya with affection. Letta then got up from her seat, looking at the large room she h
Marco didn't stay still, he immediately moved quickly to contact Pedro and instructed him to come with orders to other guards to immediately search for Letta's whereabouts, as well as Freya to check the last car Letta had been in. Eventually, Pedro came to face Marco, looking very disheveled with his work clothes clinging to his body, even though it was already late at night. "Forgive me, I still haven't been able to find the car driven by Madam," Pedro said, who had been directly instructed by Marco to move, but faced obstacles, making it slightly difficult for Pedro to trace the car previously recorded by CCTV at Marco's house. "Hand over all the guards we have, or if necessary, hire any detective to find Letta and Freya's whereabouts. I don't want to let them stay out there for too long. What if something bad happens to them, suddenly they're kidnapped, or suddenly they get lost out there,” Marco said, trying to think positively, although coldly, Marco could already guess that th
Two years later.Pedro extended his hand to open Marco's office door. Inside, his boss sat in his oversized chair, gazing out the large window. It seemed that over the past two years, Marco's boss had increasingly engaged in this activity, looking into the distance as if seeing a shattered future. No more laughter echoed, no more softness in a woman's voice that could touch his tender heart.Pedro felt concerned about Marco's current life. Marco was no longer the arrogant figure; he appeared like a lonely lion. For these two years, Marco seldom returned to their grand house. Most of his time was spent in the office, resembling a small home, where he tried to forget the sweet memories with his wife and daughter. Up to this point, Marco hadn't heard any news, no matter how small, about them.Pedro then sighed deeply."Sir," Pedro uttered, making Marco mumble without intending to turn and look in his direction."I've finally located them," Pedro said, making Marco immediately jerk. The n
Letta gazed at her young daughter, who was now running around the grapevines on both sides. "Freya, be careful while running, you might fall," Letta exclaimed as she saw her daughter chasing a butterfly that seemed to elude her, causing Letta to only tug at the corner of her lips. "I won't, Mom. Freya is strong," Freya replied in a slightly annoyed tone, making Letta shake her head. "If you keep running like that, you might trip over a stone," Letta said again, not hearing a response from Freya, who was once again focused on the butterfly, now perched on a leaf. Letta then looked towards the ripe grapes, but her movement stopped as Abian approached her. "It seems this harvest will be bountiful," Abian said, prompting Letta to nod. "Thanks to your help. If I hadn't learned from past mistakes, this harvest wouldn't be as plentiful," Letta said, making Abian smile."That's because I didn't want to see Mother Freya look sad during the harvest season,” Abian said with a smile. Letta t
Letta chose to end her debate with Abian, as she was too tired to think about everything related to Marco at the moment. Somehow, when she had to remember all the memories with Marco, there was something that felt suffocating in her heart. Letta fell silent as Abian left. Of course, Letta was very grateful for the help Abian had given her. Since leaving Marco, Abian had always been by her side, finding a place to live, helping with the business that now helped manage her vineyard, and staying in the same place, just to protect her and Freya. But for some reason, even though she and Abian had almost had a beautiful past, Letta still questioned why accepting him back felt so difficult. Letta questioned this to herself. Was Abian right in saying that she didn't dare to forget Marco in her life? Yet, with all her heart, Letta insisted that Marco was a problem that she needed to forget in her life. Eventually, Letta chose to let out a long breath. It was enough for today to think about t
Letta is currently accompanying Freya, who is being treated by a nurse. Freya winced slightly, gazing in her mother's direction. "Freya, the nurse is treating your wound right now. After this, you'll get better,” said Letta, who was now with her daughter ina small hospital in the small town. Freya, who could only cry softly, nodded her head after the nurse finished bandaging the wounds on her knees and elbows, causing Freya to look up at Letta. "What about Uncle earlier?" Freya asked with a whimper, causing Letta to fall silent for a moment, making Freya gaze at her mother. "Will Uncle die?" Freya asked again, making Letta smile and shake her head. "No, Uncle won't die. He's just injured and resting now,” said Letta, making Freya nod her head. "Uncle saved Freya, right?" Freya asked again, making Letta nod."That means Freya has to thank him. Can Freya meet Uncle?" Freya asked again, making Letta reach out, wiping the tears from her little daughter's cheeks. "You'll meet him af
Marco gazed at the small back that now seemed to turn back, wanting to leave him again, but Marco didn't want that to happen. This time, Marco would do anything to make Letta stay by his side. "I beg you, don't go. Don't leave me,” said Marco, still making Letta silent. "Let go," said Letta. It was only that word that was uttered for the first time after their separation for 2 years, making Marco more convinced that Letta really didn't want him in their lives. "The doctor said you're fine. You only have external injuries, and tomorrow I can be discharged from the hospital. You can contact your family or Pedro directly," Letta said without looking at Marco, making Marco finally release his grip. "Is your hatred for me so great that you don't want to look at me, don't want to ask if I'm okay, don't ask about my life while you all left me?" Marco said, making Letta fall silent and only clench her fists. "I'm going to go," Letta said, about to step forward. But once again, Marco spok
As Marco had previously mentioned, he and Freya were now in the kitchen, looking at the ingredients already on the table. "So, Uncle, what are we going to make?” Freya asked, also unsure of what she should do. After all, it was Marco who had suggested making breakfast, so Freya would just follow whatever Marco instructed. Currently, besides being busy with the ingredients in front of him, Marco also had to look at recipes on his smartphone. “Wait a minute, Uncle has to find a recipe that matches the ingredients we have," Marco said again, looking a bit puzzled, making Freya immediately look at him with raised eyebrows. "Did Uncle invite me to make breakfast without any prior planning?” Freya asked, inspecting Marco's expression, which was currently glued to his phone, as he looked at the recipes that he was now reading one by one. "Yes, it was a sudden invitation from Uncle, why?" Marco asked back. "That means Uncle can't cook?" Freya asked again, making Marco finally look at his
Letta then blinked when she felt the sunlight beginning to enter through the curtains of her bedroom window, but that wasn't what made her feel different this morning. When a large hand now encircled her waist, Letta immediately turned around, seeing Marco still softly snoring behind her, and after that, Letta could only draw the corners of her lips unintentionally. The smile seemed to automatically greet her morning just because Marco was by her side. Letta didn't know since when she had longed for a morning that felt so warm like this, nor did she know since when she started feeling sleep that didn't make her feel at ease at all. Last night, when Marco said that he would definitely fall asleep comfortably, it made Letta truly feel it, to the point that she didn't even wake up in the middle of the night. Letta then turned to look at Marco, who was still closing his eyes, and for the first time, Letta could see Marco's face up close after such a long time. His high nose, his eyes tha
Finally, Letta was able to tell everything that Marco wanted to hear, recounting her entire life and the beginnings of her feelings of happiness, sadness, frustration, touched moments, and the pain she felt when leaving Marco, and enduring with Freya. Letta revealed everything to Marco so that he knew that it was what she felt when she left all the beautiful and painful memories about him. Marco then brought his face closer to Letta’s, making Letta close her eyes as she felt the warm breath of Marco enveloping her face. “Iam the cruelest yet fortunate man to have had you. I didn't know that from the beginning our fate seemed ironic, and it must have been very painful for you. And I am fortunate that you were willing to accept a man like me,” Marco said, leaving Letta silent. Letta also didn't know how she could develop such feelings for Marco. Although from the beginning, it was only the pain that Marco inflicted, it seemed that was also what made Letta have the opposite feelings f
Marco then looked in Letta's direction as she emerged from Freya's room. After that, he walked closer. "Has Freya fallen asleep?" Marco asked, making Letta nod. Letta then sat not far from Marco's position. Letta didn't know if the decision she made was right in giving Marco a chance. However, as stated by Abian and her own intuition, she felt the need to give herself a chance as well, not solely for Marco's sake. Letta wanted to experience whether she would truly be happy if she welcomed Marco back into her life. Letta was slightly taken aback when Marco reached out his hand and gently stroked her cheek. “What are you thinking?” Marco asked, eliciting a warm gaze from Letta in response. "Nothing, just thinking. Until when will you continue to stay here and sleep in the car?” Letta said, because all this time Letta actually knew that Marco didn't sleep in the hotel prepared by Pedro. Instead of sleeping comfortably, Marco always slept in his car, whether in his driveway or on the
Letta then tried to dry her wet hair with a towel because a few days ago she forgot to fix her hairdryer. So, it seemed that tonight she would sleep with wet hair. For Letta, that was not a problem. What needed to be done now was to prepare dinner for them. Letta hurriedly left the room and saw that Marco had finished cleaning himself. He had even changed into casual clothes that always concealed his figure. Letta saw Marco eating snacks that Freya fed him while watching Freya's favorite show, as she walked behind the sofa they were sitting on. “What do you want for dinner?" Letta asked as she walked towards the kitchen, making Marco look at Letta who was starting to open the refrigerator. "I want sausages and eggs, maybe with chicken," Freya said, making Letta nod before looking at Marco. "Are you also waiting for my answer?” Marco asked, making Letta look at him with raised eyebrows. "If you can eat whatever I provide," Letta said, beginning to select the ingredients in front of
Letta then chose to entrust Freya to Rose because even after evening, they still couldn't finish their current grape harvest. This made Letta rush back to approach Marco. "Are you not tired?" Letta asked, looking at Marco's sweaty face. Marco responded to Letta's gaze, now starting to pick grapes again. "Actually, I should be asking that. Aren't you tired? You should just go home with Freya, and I can finish it. Besides, there's just a little left," Marco said, causing Letta to shake her head. "I can't let you harvest the grapes alone. You might not finish until night. So, we can do it together. It will be better that way," Letta said, making Marco finally agree. They then accelerated their movements because the sun had started to set, and it needed to be done quickly to store it in the warehouse. It took about 2 hours, but they finally managed to finish it. Marco immediately carried the grapes into the warehouse, while Letta tidied up the equipment they used. Letta then approache
Letta and Freya gazed at Marco, who had now changed into suitable clothing for going to the vineyard. Although his pants were a bit short, Letta couldn't help but think that whatever Marco wore always seemed to suit him. Perhaps it was because of his handsome face, which made Freya smile. "Isn't uncle looking funny?" she said, causing Letta to shake her head. "Is my appearance that bad?” Marco asked, realizing that Freya was laughing at him, but he just shook his head. "Not bad, just that uncle looks funny in those pants,” he said, making Marco smile. "Alright, then I'm ready to help with your grape harvest today. What's my task?” Marco asked, making Letta and Freya smile at each other before taking some tools and handing them to Marco. "So, your main task is just to follow us. Later you'll know what I do at the vineyard,” Letta said, and Marco finally followed Letta and Freya's footsteps. Occasionally, Marco looked at Freya, who was chatting with her mother. Sometimes Freya laugh
Marco was slightly startled when someone suddenly knocked on the car window, prompting him to blink and focus his gaze on the window. Letta was trying to peer into the car as the car Marco was driving couldn't be seen from the outside. Marco lowered the car window, revealing Letta's displeased expression as she glared at him. "Don't tell me you've been sleeping in this car all night?" Letta asked, making Marco look around before responding, "Yes, as you can see." "I apologize. Are you bothered by my presence? But I'm not taking up much space in your yard. This car isn't that big, right?" Marco replied, making Letta snort. "That's not the problem, you stalker. What if people around here see you? What if they say you're a stalker or a bad person?" Letta said, making Marco smile. "What people? Aren't there just a few houses here? Besides, look at the distance. I'm just being cautious, in case there's a bad person who might harm you,” Marco said with his absurd reasoning, leaving Lett
267.146.we can be happyLetta tried to avoid Marco, who was now following her and constantly blocking her path. Letta also didn't want to fight in someone else's house, especially when Abian was sick. This made Letta rush to her house, although in the midst of her steps, Marco once again prevented her. Fortunately, this wasn't a crowded place, and there was only a vineyard illuminated by dim lights, allowing Letta to express whatever she was feeling to Marco."You hurt me by gripping me so tightly,” Letta said, making Marco finally try to loosen his grip, but not letting go even a bit. Marco was afraid that Letta would leave him again, and it would be difficult for Marco to find Letta again if she completely got away."Please, listen to me first," Marco said, making Letta try to bite her lower lip as hard as she could. Letta didn't know, perhaps she would hurt herself, but that was all she could do to express her anger right now."There's nothing more we can talk about. I don't want t