In the dead of night, Zavier contacted several people who could help him. One of them was a private detective named Mando, who had worked for Zavier several times on important matters.
“Mando, I need your help. My wife, Nayla has just escaped from the hospital where she was admitted. I need you to find her as soon as possible,” Zavier said in a stern tone.
“Give me the details. I'll start searching immediately,” Mando replied without hesitation.
After giving Mando all the necessary information, Zavier felt a little relieved. However, he knew that this was just the beginning of a long chase. He returned to his office at the hospital, sitting in a chair while looking out the dark window. His thoughts were racing, trying to understand Nayla's motives and plan his next move.
Meanwhile, Nayla had reached the bus station located on the outskirts of the city. Eight hours from the cit
"Huek ... huek!"Suddenly there was a sound like someone vomiting in the bathroom. Nayla held the washcloth with her right hand and craned her head to see who had entered the bathroom in a hurry. However, she only saw the back and the beautiful long hair flowing out before the bathroom door closed.It was late and all the servants and chefs had gone home. Tonight was his job to clean the kitchen.“Who is it?” he asked suspiciously.Not long after, a beautiful woman came out of the bathroom and shot Nayla a glare. “What are you looking at?”“Who are you?” asked Nayla in confusion.The woman sighed softly, arranging her slightly messy hair. “I'm Dinda,” she replied simply. “You're new here, huh? Haven't seen you before.”Nayla nodded, still trying to understand the situation. &ldqu
Dinda nodded, “He is indeed a jerk, it's a pity that you even became his victim.”“Uh, who?” Nayla looked at Dinda with a puzzled look on her face.“Who else if not our boss, Eko. Watch out, I'm going to demand marriage in the near future. You'll be the third wife! You don't look bad,” Dinda continued with her breath hitching.“Is... the third wife? Uh, sis... this...”“Already, you just shut up. I'll take care of everything! Just accept this envelope first!” Dinda interrupted and stood up.“Keep this a secret!” she continued as she stepped out of the room.With mixed feelings, Nayla finally accepted the envelope although with a number of unanswered questions. “Okay, I'll keep this a secret. I hope everything goes well for you.”Dinda smiled weakly. “Thank you, Dek Mira. You have no idea how much this mea
Some of the servants were jealous that Nayla hadn't been fired. When Nayla returned to the kitchen, some of them gathered around and started whispering, their gazes full of dislike.“Hey, you're flirting with Mr. Boss, aren't you?” quipped one of the waitresses in a sharp tone.Nayla paused for a moment, trying not to be provoked. “I'm not seducing anyone,” she replied calmly. “I'm just explaining my true situation.”The waitress raised her eyebrows, dissatisfied with that answer. “Oh, so because you're pregnant, you get preferential treatment, huh?”Nayla sighed, feeling tired of this hostility. She was surprised that the waiter also knew about her pregnancy. Nayla looked up, looking at her stomach which didn't look distended at all for a two-month pregnancy.“How did you know about my pregnancy?”T
Mr. Eko did not answer. He simply grabbed Dinda's arm and pulled her out of the kitchen, leaving Nayla and the other servants in a questioning silence.Nayla felt anxious and wanted to know what was really going on. She looked at the other waiters who also looked worried.“What's wrong with Mr. Eko and Mbak Dinda?” whispered Nayla.The other waitress shrugged. “I don't know, but there seems to be something serious going on. Mr. Eko doesn't usually act like that.”“Anyway, none of your business,” muttered another waitress and walked away.They all went back to work, though curiosity and anxiety still haunted their minds. Nayla continued to work, but her mind was still on Dinda and Mr. Eko.Outside the kitchen, Mr. Eko took Dinda to his office and closed the door firmly. He turned to face Dinda with a face full of worry.
Dinda took a deep breath, trying to calm herself down. “Dek Mira, I know it's hard. But I won't give up. I will find a way out, no matter what happens. You don't have to worry about me. Just focus on your health and your baby.”“Let Mbak solve all this,” Dinda continued, patting her chest.Nayla was touched by Dinda's strength and determination despite the woman's misunderstanding about her pregnancy. “I understand, Ms. Dinda. I just want you to know that I am here for you. We can support each other.”Dinda smiled faintly, though tears still ran down her cheeks. “Thank you, Dek. Your support means a lot to me. We'll get through this together.”Dinda clasped both of Nayla's hands tightly, while Nayla only gave a warm smile despite the words of explanation stuck in her throat.With a slightly more relieved mood, they went back to their respective jobs. However, Nayla's mind was still full of worries abo
Dinda tried to explain while enduring the pain. “Eko, I really feel sick. My stomach... it hurts so much.”Mr. Eko shook his head in annoyance. “This is unacceptable, Dinda. You must be professional. We have guests waiting to hear you sing. Don't make excuses!”“I'll fire you, Dinda!Nayla felt angry at Mr. Eko for not caring about Dinda's condition. “I'm sorry, Mr. Eko, but Ms. Dinda is really sick. She needs treatment, not your anger,” she said firmly.Mr. Eko turned to look at Nayla. “And who do you think will replace her? This can't go unpunished.”Nayla took a deep breath, feeling called to help.“I... will replace Dinda singing on stage.”Eko hissed dismissively at Nayla's words and chuckled.“Just singing, right? I can do it, no need to fire people just because they're sick. It's just a day crowded with
Eko, who initially doubted Nayla's ability, stood at the back of the room with an impressed face. He hadn't expected Nayla to have such an amazing singing talent.However, Nayla knew that this performance was only the beginning of a long day. She still had to face the many other tasks that awaited her at the café, all without breakfast and with her stomach groaning with hunger.The clientele was growing and it was already two o'clock in the afternoon. The once quiet café was now filled with the sounds of chatter and laughter.The tables were filled to capacity, and some customers even had to stand for lack of seats. In the middle of the crowd, Nayla was still standing on the small stage, singing song after song without stopping.The fatigue was getting to her, and her empty stomach was starting to feel more and more painful. She glanced at Eko, who was busy serving customers at the cashier's desk. With a hand
“But she's still weak,” said one of the waiters, trying to discourage Nayla from pushing too hard.“If you don't return to the stage, I... uh, I'll have to go look for Dinda,” Eko threatened, forcing Nayla to hold the microphone.With a heavy sigh, Nayla nodded, “alright. Maybe I can still sing for another hour or two, but after that, make sure I can rest?”Eko nodded confidently and his white teeth were clearly visible under his thick glasses.With small steps, Nayla exited the kitchen and headed to the stage. The number of guests who had come for dinner was quite large. But they were expecting the Dinda they knew, not Nayla.“Uh, who is that? The new singer? Where's our Dinda?” said one of the customers with an unhappy face.“Uh, sorry, my honored guests. Let me introduce our new singer, Almira. I assure you that you will be entertained as Miss Mira's voice a
***Happy ending***Zavier smiled coldly, his gaze calculating. “They conspired,” he replied in a low but firm tone. “They stole Nayla's identity and made my wife suffer through memory loss. They played with her life, erasing the precious memories we once had. If they think they can get away with it, they're sadly mistaken.”His assistant remained calm on the other end of the line, waiting for further instructions. “What is your plan, sir?”Zavier stared far ahead, his eyes filled with determination. “Reclaim her face,” he said meaningfully, ”and let the fake forget her memory. Make her feel what Nayla experienced. If they dare to take my wife's life, then I will take back what they stole. The face they created, the memories they formed... let it all crumble and perish.”His assistant nodded on the other end of the line, understanding what Zavier meant. “Yes, sir. I will arrange everything.
Sefia gasped and turned her head quickly, her eyes showing obvious shock. “Oh, Zavier... I just... had some sudden business,” she stammered. “You don't need to worry. It's just a short meeting.”However, Zavier did not simply believe her. There was something in the woman's demeanor that made him suspicious, and his desire to find out more surfaced strongly.Without saying anything else, he let Sefia go first, but not long after, Zavier got into his car and started following behind.Zavier kept his distance, making sure that Sefia did not notice his presence. He drove slowly, following Sefia's car carefully. Every turn the woman took further emphasized Zavier's suspicions. “What is she really hiding?” he muttered to himself.“She doesn't look like the Nayla that belongs to me, her eyes, her voice are different, and her height. Why did I never realize that?&rdq
“Sara, a-I'll give you an extra fee... for... for what happened last night.”Hearing that, Sara's eyes rounded and a pile of tears began to gather rapidly.Those words pierced Sara's heart. It was as if everything that happened between them was just a transaction, not something that had meaning.Her face that had been full of love turned into unbearable anger. “Pay?” she snarled in a sharp voice, her eyes looking at Bram with disappointment.“So, you think I'm just a servant who can be bought? What happened last night is just something you can pay me to erase?”Bram was silent, not expecting Sara's reaction to be that harsh. He opened his mouth, trying to find words to defuse the situation, but Sara continued before he could speak.“I'm not something you can bargain with, honorable Mr. Bram! Whatever happened last nig
His ears seemed to be deaf to the words Sara threw out. To him, in that drunken state, Sara was Nayla coming back to him, and this was a chance to embrace the woman he had been longing for.“Don't leave again, Nayla... please...” she whispered desperately, holding Sara's body on the bed. Tearing off the clothes she was wearing and starting to nuzzle Sara's slender neck.Sara tried to push Bram away, trying to snap him out of his drunken stupor. “Mr. Bram, this is not Nayla! You're drunk! Let go of me!” she said in a loud and trembling voice. However, her efforts were not strong enough to sober Bram up.Feelings of fear and confusion mixed in Sara's mind. She knew that this man was obsessed with Nayla, but she never expected to be in this situation.In a last ditch effort, she gathered all the strength she had and managed to break free from Bram's grip, roll off the bed, and escape out of the room as quickly as possible, leaving Bra
Nadia's face-or Nayla, as it often crossed his mind-was so similar to the one he remembered as the wife he loved. Not just in terms of physical appearance, but also in the way she spoke, her gentle smile, and the way she looked at Zavier as if recognizing the deepest part of his soul. Every glance, every body movement, felt like an inexplicable déjà vu.Her lips and her kiss.However, the woman now in his home-who he had always believed to be Nayla-felt different.It was as if something was missing, something unseen but felt. Her gaze was empty and distant, her touch no longer providing the warmth they once shared.“Have I been blinded by my desperation to get my wife back? Is that woman really Nayla?” Zavier thought.Zavier clasped his head with both hands, trying to calm the turmoil of his feelings. If this Nadia was the real Nayla, then who was the wo
Zavier immediately turned to Nayla, who was now sitting upright on the sofa with her hair tousled and her eyes half open. He knew that the situation could get ugly if he didn't get things under control soon.“Nayla, calm down,” he said in a soothing tone on his cell phone. “I'm helping someone who needs help. There's nothing for you to worry about.”However, those words were not enough to calm Sefia down. “Helping someone? In the middle of the night like this? And that woman's voice, why is she with you?” Sefia was getting more and more agitated, her voice portraying a burning anger and jealousy.Zavier let out a long breath, realizing that a simple explanation would not be enough to ease the anger of the woman who claimed to be his wife.“Nadia is facing a complicated situation, and I can't just leave her. Believe me, I didn't do anything wrong,” she r
Zavier looked at her deeply, as if trying to find the answer behind Nadia's eyes. “Maybe there's something in you that's more than just a similar face to Nayla. Maybe, somehow, we once had more of a connection than we realized.”“Or... are you the real Nayla?” asked Zavier, but the question was more to himself as Nadia just looked at him with a sad face.They sat in silence for a while, enjoying the warmth that still remained from that moment. Although there was a lot of confusion and questions still hanging in the air, both of them felt a strange but real bond, as if fate had brought them back together after a long time apart.The rain began to fall heavily outside, droplets soaking the windows and a soft, soothing rhythm could be heard.Zavier looked out for a moment before turning back to Nayla. Without saying much, he led her to the living room. They walked slowly, feeling the silence filled only by the sound of the rain drippi
Zavier took another step towards Nayla and said, “You rest inside and I'll take Joen home first. After that, I'll come and bring some food for you, okay?”Nayla nodded obediently and gave a warm smile and waved goodbye to Joen.They got back into the car, and Zavier drove Joen home.Along the way, his mind was spinning, thinking of the steps to take. Who exactly was the woman he brought to the empty house? Was she really the real Nayla, or just the result of Bram's crazy obsession with creating a clone?The questions kept swirling in his mind, and Zavier knew that the answers he would find might change everything.After ensuring Joen's safe return, Zavier quickly returned to the empty house. He had to talk to the woman, find out who she really was, and what was really going on. In his heart, Zavier hoped that the truth, no matter how hard it was, would come out so that everyone involved could find the peace that had been taken from thei
Having run out of steam to vent his anger, Bram shuffled towards his room. The door slammed loudly behind him, signaling that he didn't want to be disturbed.Sara stood at the door, while several servants began to organize to clean up the broken glass scattered in the living room.Moments later, there was the sound of a bottle being opened and the smell of alcohol spreading from behind the door. Bram took a rough swig of liquor, trying to shake off the deep frustration and emptiness.He felt like he had done everything-transforming Sefia into Nayla's likeness, and thinking he could slowly possess Nayla-but in reality, the real Nayla still eluded him.In that dark room, Bram felt completely defeated. No matter how much he tried to control the situation, reality always made him feel like he was chasing a shadow that he could never reach.The man occasionally shouted, startling Sara. However, the woman remained faithful and behind the door of the room