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 withEko, 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
Eko quickly took a chair and sat next to Nayla. He looked at Nayla with a serious gaze and sighed heavily.Her eyes were already giving a clear answer.“Mm-you mean on the bed?” Nayla rounded her eyes and was surprised.Eko immediately nodded his head and looked back at Nayla expectantly.Nayla shook her head. “I'll just sing. Beyond that I can't do it. Sorry.”Eko swallowed his saliva, his eyes glancing at the front slit of Nayla's dress, the woman did look solid and sexy, “maybe it's because she's pregnant,” Eko muttered to himself.Nayla felt uncomfortable under Eko's gaze. She quickly fixed the position of her dress by pulling it up.“Uhum, this outfit is uncomfortable for me. I'm going to change it.”“Don't change it yet, you still have to sing the last song t
“He... hasn't touched me in a long time,” Sefia said in a trembling voice. Sefia did not dare to tell him the fact that Zavier had never even touched her once, that she was not his child.Their first night was not passed with passion like a newly married couple.Kayla stroked Sefia's cheek. “Don't think about it. Maybe Zav is really busy. But, Mama has some advice for you. Sometimes, women need a little extra effort to remind their husbands how precious you are.”Sefia frowned, unsure. “What do you mean?”Kayla smiled gently. “I want you to try beautifying yourself. Not just on the outside, but also on the inside. I'll help you. We can go to the salon together, try treatments that make you feel better about yourself.”“But, Mama, Zav should love me just the way I am. Why do I have to change just to attract his attention?&rdquo
He deliberately wore a black hat with white pants so as not to look like a powerful Young Master. His appearance was not supposed to be flashy, which was why he told Cahyo to drive away all the subordinates following him.“This is a safe city, no need to protect me like some official is coming! We're just going to dinner anyway,” he ordered Cahyo and Mando who were allowed to follow him.The two men were also dressed casually in jeans, so the three men even looked like young people.They boarded a black car with Mando driving the car and Cahyo sitting on the side. Zavier sat in the back. His hand was holding a cell phone and on the screen was a photo. A photo of Nayla in a sleeping position.He himself could not explain his feelings, between longing, love or the desire for her to remain only his.Zavier clenched one hand into a fist as he thought about how Nayla had t
"You're still the one I run to, the one that I belong to. You're still the one I want for life. You're still the one, the only one I dream of. You're still the one I kiss goodnight"Nayla sang the song soulfully, her voice flowing beautifully through the café. Zavier was hypnotized by Nayla's voice and performance. He felt there was something that touched his heart, something that made him reflect.Cahyo and Mando sitting nearby were also mesmerized by Nayla's voice. They looked at each other, as if agreeing that tonight was something special.Nayla finished her first song to a standing ovation from the audience. She smiled and said thank you. The atmosphere of the café came alive, and Zavier felt a little weight lift off his shoulders.After the song was over, Nayla stepped off the stage and headed for a table where a fat man looked at her without blinking. As per Eko's orders, she brought a special drink made e
Mando and Cahyo followed close behind, as did Eko and Mr. Gibril who looked equally surprised.“Open the car door!” Zavier ordered.Tit tit! Cahyo pressed the remote control and Zavier immediately opened the car door and pushed Nayla into it.“Lock the door!” Zavier ordered as he got into the car.Mando and Cahyo clearly understood their Young Master's instructions. Dashingly, they stood in the way of the car so that Eko and the other servants could not see what was going on inside, and the windows were dark.Inside the car, Nayla was struggling with her breath ragged as Zavier tried to kiss her. He roughly pulled off her hat and grabbed her hair thinking it was a wig.“Let go! You bastard!” Nayla screeched.“You think you can lie to me? You're Nayla! Those two black eyeballs you forgot to paint!”After his words, Zavier held both of Nayla's hands above her head and began to force
The divorce could no longer be prevented by him and there was no reason to keep the woman by his side while he had Sefia with the child she was due to give birth to in the near future.Outside the car, Eko and a few other servants greeted Nayla who strode up to them with questions.“Who is she, Mira?”“Why did he take you there, did he harass you?”“It's a good thing Mr. Gibril managed to call Mr. Won, the head of the security district in this city,” said another servant.They all walked with Nayla into the café while Eko and Gibril and Mr. Won were talking.Mando and Cahyo got into the car and saw Zavier still sitting still as if glued to the car seat. His eyes stared blankly at Nayla's passing as if he had lost hope.“Sir, where are we going?” asked Chayo hesitantly.
***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