"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.
“Well, it's great that the negotiations are perfect. We will sign the contract in Jakarta. Call me when you get there,” Mr. Gibril said and handed her a golden business card.'Golden Entertainment Producer' Nayla glanced at it and was surprised to find that Mr. Gibril really was an important guest. The unassuming-looking man had successfully orbited famous singers and some had even gone international.“Excuse me.” Mr. Gibril stood up and left with Mr. Won. They looked like good friends.Nayla was tired after everything that had happened, and she immediately asked permission to go to Jakarta with her fellow waitress and Mr. Eko.Nayla hugged them one by one, but when Mr. Eko also asked for a hug, Nayla pretended to hold her stomach. “Ah, sir, my stomach hurts, I guess I haven't been to the toilet since morning. Excuse me!”Mr. Eko raised the corners of his lips with both hands hugging the wind. “I'd love to
It was a reality that she could not deny. Michael and his family's mysterious disappearance had been arranged by Zavier.“This can't be,” Nayla muttered, her voice barely audible. The man in front of her looked at her sympathetically, as if he understood the burden she was carrying.While Zavier was very curious about the contents of the letter, he couldn't do anything about it.“Madam, I know this is difficult for you,” the man said softly. “But the sender of this letter just wants to make sure you know the truth. He doesn't want you to live in the shadow of a lie.”The man shifted his glasses as he glanced around the room. “Hum, he told you to destroy the letter after reading and understanding its contents.”Nayla nodded and crumpled the paper in her hands, feeling a deepening anger and hatred towards Zavier. The husband who had a
Some customers who happened to overhear their conversation were moved and some women shed tears.“Then I must divorce from you! I can't allow myself to have the same or similar feelings that I've only experienced myself!”“Zavier, let me forget Abraham's family! You, your late father, all of them just used us. I... I hate you, and I hate myself for ever loving you!”Unexpectedly, Nayla knelt before Zavier and he seemed to be rooted to his seat.“Nayla!” exclaimed Zavier, about to put his arm around her to stand up. He felt awkward, besides, many eyes were piercing him from around the café.However, Nayla quickly dismissed his hand and continued her sentence, “Let's just say, you're an idol who captured my heart and I only like you to the extent that I don't know when I'll find a new idol.”“Just lik
Mando patted Cahyo on the back of the head, “nonsense!”“Excuse us,” the doctor said and excused himself.***Two weeks passed with great tension in the hospital. Cahyo never moved far from Zavier's side, making sure his employer got the best treatment. Likewise, Mando promised a perfect security escort for Zavier.Occasionally Sefia, comes to visit him, bringing hope and a basket of fruit, hoping for his recovery. Zavier's stepmother Kayla, on the other hand, was out of the country and unreachable. The woman who had just become a rich widow felt a sense of happiness with a lifestyle like a ruler. She bought all the luxury bags at the top boutiques and sold one of the assets of Abraham's family-owned company because she had access to it. Zavier was too preoccupied with his personal life and love affairs to be observant in responding to the situation.This
Cahyo looked at the doctor anxiously. “Selective amnesia? Does that mean she doesn't remember parts of her life?”The doctor nodded. “Yes, selective amnesia means that Mr. Zavier has forgotten some specific events or people in his life. In this case, Zavier seems to have forgotten someone who hurt him deeply.”Cahyo was surprised, trying to digest the information. “Is that Mrs. Nayla?”“Who is Nayla?” the Doctor asked curiously.Cahyo continued cautiously. “Nayla was an important person in Mr. Zavier's life who has now left him.“Ohh.”However, one thing they did not know was that Zavier was beginning to remember about Sefia's affair behind his back. Although he could not remember how he could be married to Sefia now and she was also pregnant with his child.Zavier chose to remain silent and listen carefully, while figuring out the reason for his amnesia.Zavier
“Okay, it's getting late, let's go to bed,” Sefia said as she approached her husband and was about to take Zavier by the hand.Unexpectedly, Zavier dismissed her hand and gave Sefia another cold stare.“I'm not used to sleeping with other people. You can sleep in the next room,” he said curtly.“But, we are husband and wife,” Sefia replied.“...and we always slept together before,” Sefia continued, still trying to lie.Zavier's gaze and the man's silence, however, seemed to reveal everything. She dared not say more in front of Zavier because she knew how dominant he was in all his sentences.“Well, can I have a goodnight kiss?” he asked hopefully before leaving Zavier.Unexpectedly, the cold man instead turned around and headed to his bed, laying down and wrapping himself up.
***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