Sefia and Fernando had Zavier in the house, but not the man's soul.When he slept at night, Zavier was like an exhausted robot and just slept in place, with no intention of having a nightly conversation with Sefia let alone intercourse.Sefia felt a feeling that tormented her because it had been more than six years and the man who was her husband had never even touched her. Not even a 'goodnight kiss'.They always ate together, but Zavier ate like he had to. There was no life in Zavier's eyes.There was no passion of happiness at all. The man had become very flat and cold. Sefia felt a sense of loneliness as he sat beside her while watching Fernando's performance in the martial arts competition, but Zavier's soul was impassive.At the office, Zavier was often seen standing alone in front of the window, gazing at the cityscape that now seemed so foreign and cold. He doesn't speak much, giving only short, unemotional answers when his staff try to talk to him.“I want the latest financia
The many lights and the new atmosphere that decorated the luxury hotel made Zavier admit his defeat. However, to incur the considerable renovation costs, Zavier couldn't do it yet as he still had a lot of competition in other sectors. And he had to take care of everything in detail or else he would become bankrupt.Once again, Zavier drove his car to the café not far from the hotel. It was very quiet, whereas the cafe opposite was very busy. Zavier was devastated but couldn't do anything about it.Abraham owned not just one hotel or café, but many. However, all the hotels and cafes he owned, always had observant competitors so that where his cafes stood, there his competitors also stood and competed.“Is someone deliberately inviting my anger?” muttered Zavier angrily behind the wheel of his car. Zavier deliberately did not get out of his car just to monitor the state of his business at night.
Nayla, who heard Zavier mention that the little girl might be autistic, became furious. She looked at Zavier angrily. “Don't once again refer to my child in that way!” she exclaimed, her voice full of emotion.“B-but she...”Without warning, Nayla raised her hand, as if ready to slap Zavier. However, Zavier quickly restrained Nayla's hand, his face showing a mixture of confusion and deep longing.“I'm sorry, Nayla. I just-” Zavier tried to explain, but his words did not sound convincing.Under deep emotional pressure, he felt compelled to approach Nayla and try to kiss her, hoping to reconnect the lost feelings and trying to gain understanding.“Hmmmpt, let go! Hmmpt!” Nayla resisted and tried to push Zavier's body, but her strength was far inferior.Zavier raised Nayla's hands above her head so that the woman c
Back in the tender room, Zavier and Cahyo were distressed by the experience that had just taken place. Both were trying to calm themselves down, trying to focus on the tender presentation they had to face. However, Zavier felt his heart was full of turmoil and pain after the emotional encounter in the restroom.When the time came for the tender presentation session, Zavier and Cahyo entered the meeting room feeling anxious. They stood in front of the panel of judges, ready to present their proposal. However, Zavier sensed something unusual in the air-a different tension than usual.As the judges began to introduce the bidders, Zavier was shocked when Nayla's name was announced as one of the main competitors. Zavier's face turned pale, and his heart skipped a beat as he realized that Nayla was the toughest competitor in the tender.“This can't be,” Zavier muttered to himself, feeling as if his world had been turned upside down. “Nayla's here? Wh
Zavier's world seemed to collapse before him. It was Nayla's company. He felt a deep sense of emptiness and disappointment that words could not express. All of his efforts, his struggles, and the dreams he had built up over the years were now falling to pieces before his eyes.Nayla stood with a triumphant smile, while Michael and Joen stood beside her, offering support. Zavier felt a sharp and deep pain at the presence of the family, who seemed to have now taken everything he had.With heavy, hurried steps, Zavier quickly left the tender room. Resentment and anger swirled around him. Cahyo followed the steps of his employer with a grumble in his heart.“That woman should never have been present in Zavier's life,” Cahyo growled inwardly.Pain and disappointment swept through Zavier's heart, and he felt like he was trapped in a darkness that would never end. He knew that life would never b
“What the hell are you, Mando! Isn't that woman causing enough trouble yet?” Cahyo immediately took charge by turning off the radio.“Turn it back on, Cahyo. I want to hear her voice,” Zavier ordered with reddened eyes.Cahyo immediately turned the radio back on, but the song Nayla was singing had run out and another song was playing.“Ahhh, it's gone. Why did you turn it off earlier!” growled Zavier.Cahyo felt awry, “s-I'll try to find it on another channel.”Hearing that, Mando smiled a little and said, “just look for it on Yutub, it must be there.”Cahyo immediately opened the application and connected it to the car, Nayla's voice came back melodiously.“If you were by my side, I would keep you always. The recesses of this heart want to be bound. But this soul does not
Zavier clenched one hand into a fist, feeling helpless and regretting letting Nayla go. Like a pearl that had been lost and belonged to someone else.“Sir, perhaps you need to rest for a while. Thinking too much about this is not good for your health,” Cahyo suggested carefully.“I can't rest, Cahyo. Every time I close my eyes, I can only see Nayla. I have to find her again, have to meet her,” Zavier replied in a desperate tone while looking at the financial report that was going down day by day.“If you want, I can try to find more information about where she lives now,” Cahyo said offering to help.“Yes, do that. Find out where he lives,” Zavier ordered.Cahyo spent the next few days searching for information. He managed to get the location of Nayla's residence from several reliable sources. Zavier, impatient, immediately went to
“Almira! We Love You!” There were shouts from Nayla's fans which consisted not only of young men, but also school girls of various ages.Zavier could see them carrying bouquets of flowers in their hands and some carrying dolls.“We didn't bring anything,” Zavier said suddenly and looked at Cahyo.“I-I'm going to go buy flowers, what do you want to buy?”Cahyo's simple question was completely unanswerable to Zavier because he had never bought flowers for Nayla at all. In his entire life, he had never bought anything for Nayla.Seeing his employer's confused reaction, Mando quickly took over, “I'll just buy the flowers. You guys go see the concert,” he said quietly.The concert was full of Nayla's fans. Zavier was surprised at the same time that there were millions of people who loved Nayla.In his heart, he felt l
***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