Zavier sat in the chair provided, trying to make himself more comfortable. “We moved here so that we could be closer and have a comfortable place for both of us. I know it might feel different, but I want you to know that this is a place where we can start anew. And most importantly, we can be together.”
“And Mama?”
“Hmm, Mama will catch up after this.” Zavier gently stroked Joen's hair.
Joen paused from putting together the puzzle and looked at his father attentively. “But, Aunt Sefia? What about her? She can't come here, she's so fierce.”
Joen pursed his lips in distaste.
“She won't come here, darling.”
Joen nodded with a triumphant smile, “but Mama will be here soon, won't she?”
Zavier sighed, finding it hard to explain the situation. “Mama and Papa are facing some problems, Joen. But I know you love Mama very much, and I do too. I want you to know that n
Nayla decided to visit the hospital directly to speak with Zavier in private.She left the house full of hope that maybe, just maybe, she could get some time to talk to Zavier and work out a solution together.Arriving at the hospital, Nayla quickly made her way to Zavier's inpatient room, where he was having a series of tests done on his head. However, when she got there, she found that Zavier had refused all visits and requests for a meeting. The hospital attendant told her in a regretful tone.“I'm sorry, Mrs. Nayla,” said a hospital official, ”Mr. Zavier is not receiving visitors at the moment nor is he answering calls or messages. We cannot force him to meet with anyone.”Nayla felt her heart break at the news. She tried to remain calm even though frustration and worry haunted her mind. “Do you know why she refuses all communication? I just want to talk to her about Joen.”The hospital attendant shook her he
Zavier allowed Fernando to visit them because he felt that the two boys were his children. They should at least get to know each other.Joen saw Fernando's presence, trying to greet him in a friendly manner. “Hello, I'm Joen! I just moved here. Do you want to play puzzles with me?”Fernando snorted, with a face that showed no friendly expression, just staring at Joen with a cold gaze. “Puzzle? I don't like puzzles. Some people's game.”Zavier had just come out of the room and saw the situation, trying to bridge the tension. “Fernando, this is Joen, Papa's son. He just moved here and probably needs a friend. Maybe you can play together.”Fernando furrowed his brow and replied in a gruff tone, “I don't want to play with the new kid. I already have my own friends.”Joen looked a little surprised and disappointed by Fernando's response. He tried not to let those feelings interfere with his enthusiasm. &ld
Fernando, who was reluctant at first, finally couldn't resist his curiosity. “That puzzle looks difficult. I'm not sure we can solve it.”Joen smiled broadly. “Let's give it a try. I'm sure we can do it together. After all, I love doing puzzles, and I think it'll be more fun if we do it together.”It was a puzzle of airplane pieces. Fernando loved airplanes, so his curiosity made him want to touch the puzzle even more.Fernando began to feel moved by Joen's enthusiasm, eventually sitting down at the puzzle table and starting to help. Although he still looked cold, his demeanor began to soften little by little. Joen, who was very good at putting together puzzles, demonstrated his skills with great confidence, and Fernando began to get involved in the activity.Over the next few days, Joen continued to try to get Fernando to play different types of puzzles and other games. He patiently showed Fernando how to put together the intricat
Fernando initially felt confused and somewhat uncomfortable seeing Joen talking to himself, standing at the door and watching curiously. He could not fully understand why Joen was talking to herself, and felt awkward not knowing how to respond.However, over time, Fernando began to feel intrigued. He saw how serious and excited Joen was while putting together the puzzle, and he realized how much effort Joen was putting in. Fernando decided to sit near Joen and watch more closely, hoping to get a better understanding of what Joen was doing.Joen, who suddenly noticed Fernando's presence, felt embarrassed and stopped for a moment. He turned his head and saw Fernando sitting nearby, Fernando's attentive gaze making him feel awkward. “Oh, hi, Brother Fernando. Have you been here long?”Fernando felt a little hesitant but tried to speak politely, replying, “Yes, I just came. I saw you talking to yourself and... I was curious about what you were doin
Nayla was brought to the hospital, still in a weakened state and very shaken. She felt like all the hopes and dreams she had were shattered.At the hospital, Nayla was surrounded by doctors and nurses trying to stabilize her. She couldn't speak clearly or explain her feelings. All that was on her mind were images of Joen and the inability to fight this.Nayla received treatment for her mental state as well, a deep sense of sadness and stress plaguing every corner of her mind.When Nayla woke up from her stupor, she felt like she had just woken up from a nightmare. With deep pain in her heart, she knew she had to take legal steps to fight the divorce petition and Zavier's custody. She couldn't let Joen go without a fight.The doctors and nurses provided the support Nayla needed, and she felt a little calmer with their care and help. Despite the sadness and pain, Nayla was determined to fight back and fight for her rights as a mother. She realized that no m
The handsome man looked helpless, sharing his feelings with two women he thought were equally important.Nadira looked at her husband with a sad face, realizing how much more Michael's attention seemed to be focused on Nayla. “I understand. And I don't want to make you feel pressured or burdened. But I also find it difficult. We need to be able to share our care and love at times like this.”Michael approached Nadira and took her hand again gently. “Nadira, I really appreciate your understanding and support. I know this is not an easy situation for you. I promise I will do my best to divide my time and attention between you and Nayla.”“She is on the fifth floor of the hospital. How about I give her a quick nudge and see if I can help? After that, I'll come back here for you.”Nadira nodded gently, trying to calm her feelings. “I just want you to know how important it is for me to feel cared for and loved. I know
With reddened eyes, Michael looked at Nayla. “That man doesn't know any better. After all you've done for him, he repays you in this way.”Nayla, who was still in a weakened state, could only stare blankly. Michael's anger did not make her feel any better, and she felt too tired to respond. Michael, feeling extremely angry and frustrated, stood by Nayla's bedside with an expression full of resentment.However, although Michael's anger towards Zavier was apparent, he took no concrete steps to help Nayla.Michael massaged his own forehead in agitation. Michael felt that this situation, although extremely distressing, was something that Nayla had to deal with on her own. He felt that Nayla should no longer be with a man who so disrespected her.Inwardly, Michael monologued, “It's good that they are divorced. I... I'll have you after everything breaks up! Nadira and Nayla will be mine alone!”“What a disappointment,”
Nadira sensed the sincerity in Michael's words, but she also began to feel anxious about the developing situation. She wanted to believe that Michael could balance his care and affection, but she also felt the need to discuss their feelings honestly.Meanwhile, Michael felt torn between two very important women in his life. He had to find a way to provide fair support to Nayla, while still maintaining a strong relationship with Nadira.Although he felt capable of loving and caring for both, the emotional and practical challenges he faced left him feeling depressed.Lying was all he could think of at the moment.Michael knew that in order to realize this plan, he would have to be very careful and thoughtful in handling all the relationships and feelings involved. He hoped that with time and effort, they could all find the best way out of this very complicated situation.Zavier sat in the hospital's physiotherapy exercise room, his face reddened from
Fernando looked at her with intense hatred. “You're not my father,” he said firmly, then turned around, striding quickly towards the hospital, leaving Sefia and Bayu rooted to the spot, drowning in mixed feelings and confusion.Sefia felt her heart getting crushed. The extent of the secret she was hiding now threatened to destroy her relationship with her son, and all that she had once considered family. “Fernando...” she whispered, almost pleadingly. However, his son no longer turned his head. Only the sound of his footsteps sounded farther and farther away.Suddenly Joen arrived with two ice creams in his hand. Without knowing what was happening, Joen laughed, “Brother Fernando, you only have chocolate ice cream left and Uncle Mando is taking his car to-”Realizing Fernando wasn't there, Joen looked at the two people in front of him in confusion. “Where's Fernando?”Joen recognized Sefia as Fernando's moth
Nayla blushed and moved closer, giving her husband a loving kiss. Trying to give Zavier the encouragement and support he needed.Weeks turned into months, and slowly but surely, Zavier began to show progress. Although not significant, he began to move his toes little by little. Each small development was a reason to celebrate, to be grateful that they still had a chance.There were darker days, however, when Zavier felt hopeless and angry at his own fate. He would sometimes yell at Nayla for no reason, just out of frustration and fear that he couldn't control. Nayla just listened, held back tears, and then hugged her husband tightly. “It's okay, Zavier. I'm here,” she said repeatedly, trying to calm her husband down.Until one day, during a particularly tough therapy session, Zavier fell and was unable to get up again. Pain shot through his body, and he felt as if all his efforts had been in vain. He cried, for the first time since the accident, loud
Nayla accompanied the carcass that was pushed into the patient's room. Her heart was full of worry, but this time she did not want to leave Zavier at all.Nayla sat beside the patient's bed, her eyes fixed on Zavier's face which was still closed, asleep under anesthesia. Her heart was not at ease, even though her face looked so tired. She let out a long breath, trying to shake off the anxiety that kept creeping into her mind.Hours passed, and Nayla's body was no longer able to resist sleepiness. Slowly, her head began to droop, resting on the arm resting on Zavier's bed. In her sleep, she still held Zavier's hand, as if afraid that if she let go, he would never wake up again.The next morning, warm sunlight began to filter through the glass window. Zavier opened his eyes slowly and found Nayla asleep sitting next to the patient's bed.“Nayla,” he called in a broken voice.Nayla woke up immediately, “Zavier. Finally, you're awake,
After struggling for half an hour, Sefia suddenly sat on Bayu's stomach. Seeing this, Bayu's arousal was even more provoked.“Ahh, Baby. You want to be on top?”Sefia purred, forming a knotted smile on her lips.“I want you to pay for today. Are you still willing to do something to please me?”Bayu looked at Sefia with an addictive gaze and tried to grab the woman by grasping her waist tightly.“What else do you want, Sefia? Tell me!” Bayu raised his body to kiss Sefia but once again she pressed his shoulder.“Hufht!”“I want to avenge this. Look at my face that she scratched!”Bayu stroked Sefia's cheek gently, “It's not a big wound. You'll get better, sweetheart.”Bayu raised his body again, about to kiss Sefia but once again she pressed his shoulder with her hand.“Listen first!”“You have to burn him, and... I-&rdq
Bayu approached, his face a little more serious now. “No fooling around,” he said quietly, ”I did all this to show you that I can do anything for us. I worked hard to earn this money, to prove something to you.”“Bayu, don't make me angry,” Sefia warned, her eyes narrowing further. “What did you do to get this money?”Bayu sighed and brought his face closer to Sefia's, his tone lower, almost a whisper, “I had to borrow from someone... someone I probably shouldn't have approached. But I had no other choice. I want you to see that I can do anything... for us.”Sefia fell silent, feelings of anger and fear clashing in her heart. “You're crazy,” she muttered. “Do you know what you're risking?”Bayu just stared at her with a stern, hard gaze. “I know, Sefia. But I'll risk anything... just for one more chance with you.”Suddenly, the sea breeze blew stronger,
Bayu led the way to a yacht waiting at the dock. The yacht looked luxurious, glistening in the twilight sun. Wordlessly, Bayu helped Sefia onto the boat, holding her hand tightly, as if he didn't want to let go. The sea breeze gently blew Sefia's hair, making the atmosphere feel even more dramatic.Arriving on the yacht, Bayu immediately instructed the crew to set sail. The ship's engine roared, sending them slowly away from land. They both stood on the deck, the fresh sea breeze blowing against their faces. Bayu occasionally glanced at Sefia who remained silent with unreadable eyes.“You still like the sea, don't you?” Bayu asked, his voice trying to sound light. He hoped his question would break the tense atmosphere between them.Sefia just nodded briefly without turning her head. “What's your plan, Bayu? Take me to the middle of the sea and throw me there?” she asked in a sarcastic tone, trying to hide her growing anxiety.Bayu
Sefia, over Bayu's shoulder, felt humiliated and shamed in public. But even though she tried to keep screaming and struggling, Bayu's strong body gave her no chance to escape. He held back the anger burning in his chest, trying to think about what his next move would be.Meanwhile, Bayu only wanted one thing - to end this drama as soon as possible before things got worse.Sefia was the woman he loved. He would do everything just to calm her down.Arriving at the front of the car, Bayu opened the door with one hand and put the struggling Sefia in.“You bastard! Let me go, I want to wait for Zavier!”Bayu tightened Sefia's seat belt roughly, making Sefia gasp in shock. Behind the car, the reporters were still chasing after her with their cameras flashing, trying to capture every moment. Without thinking, Bayu pulled Sefia close and kissed her hard on the lips. It was a dominating kiss, full of pressure, as if it was a warning.&ldq
Nayla did not back down. She took a deep breath, looking at Sefia with a determined gaze. “We'll see, Sefia. I will never give up. I will protect the people I love, no matter what!” she replied firmly.A nurse immediately exclaimed, “Mrs. Nayla, there are so many reporters filming, this could ruin your reputation.”Nayla paused for a moment to tidy up her messy clothes and hair. “I don't need a reputation anymore when the man who loves me is risking his life just because of the heinous deeds of the scheming woman who became his second wife by various means!”The reporters drew closer, trying to catch every word and movement, while the security guards finally managed to separate them.“You should divorce Zavier and give him back to me, the legal wife he never divorced!” Nayla shot a glare at Sefia as she spoke her words clearly for the reporters to witness and take notes.Still trembling with rage, Nay
Outside the taxi door, Nayla clutched her bag tightly, trying to calm her racing heart. “Wait for me, Zavier,” she whispered, determination shining in her eyes. “I will come back to you. And this time, I won't let anyone separate us.”Nayla took a step away from the taxi and ran towards the entrance.“Why did you come back?” a reporter asked.“Do you still want to continue the fight with Ms. Sefia?”“Madam, please give us information!”“How is Mr. Zavier doing?”“Is he going to die?”The last question Nayla heard, made her stop her steps and turn her head, looking at the reporter who had asked earlier.Nayla felt uncomfortable with the mini microphone being thrust at her. News-hungry reporters would want all the information they could get.“She will recover! She won't die!” Nayla exclaimed, ”and you can start recording.