Nayla took a deep breath, trying to calm herself before starting. She looked at the microphone in front of her, feeling tense yet also full of enthusiasm to give her best.
She had to do all this, she knew it would be difficult to find a job in a country ruled by the Abraham's family. But, that was not a reason for her to beg and serve Zavier again.
He needs a substantial living cost, so this will be his first step towards a career.
With only a few qualifications and work experience in an office, it is unlikely that she will be accepted by a company to work in an office.
But, she has a melodious voice; before meeting Zavier, she often performed on stages to sing at weddings or birthday parties.
With great care, she chose the song she would sing, a song that filled her heart with complex emotions.
When Nayla started singing, she tried to look towards the judges separated by glass but couldn't see their faces clearly.
Some shadows of men and women seemed to be whispering, and some appeared busy with the notes in front of them, as if they were not paying attention to her performance.
While Nayla was engrossed in her song, she felt disappointed and somewhat disheartened by the judges' seemingly indifferent attitude. However, she decided to stay focused on her song, hoping to make a good impression. This audition is very important to her.
When the song ended, Nayla waited tensely.
Suddenly, she saw a look of surprise on one of the men's faces. The man's gaze met Nayla's, and in an instant, Nayla could see confusion and astonishment in the judge's eyes.
Michael, one of the judges, turned out to be an old friend from her school days. The man immediately opened the audition room door and approached Nayla.
"Nayla Pratama?" Michael whispered, his voice trembling.
Nayla nodded, unable to believe that Michael had finally acknowledged her presence.
"M-Michael Almero?"
"Yes, it's me!" shouted Michael with sparkling eyes.
Nayla was surprised to see the change in Michael. She could still recognize the familiar features of his face, but now Michael looked so different. He has grown into a tall, sturdy, and handsome man with a mature face. The light from the narrow audition room ceiling illuminated the man, highlighting his masculine features.
"You've grown up," Nayla stammered.
Nayla couldn't contain her admiration upon seeing this change. She looked at Michael with undisguised awe and wonder, feeling a slight unease in her chest due to the unexpected feelings that resurfaced in her memory.
Michael no longer looked like the schoolboy Nayla once knew. He has transformed into a charming adult, and his presence at this audition adds a layer of complexity to Nayla's already complicated situation. Although her heart was filled with complicated feelings, she continued to strive to stay focused on her main goal: to give her best performance in front of the judges, including Michael.
"Y-you're a judge?" Nayla asked with a shaky voice while Michael nodded his head proudly.
"Yes, that's your voice, isn't it?" said Michael with a surprised tone.
"Beautiful and I'm mesmerized," he continued.
Nayla nodded again, her heart racing as she realized that Michael had finally recognized her voice and expressed his pride.
"I can't believe I'll see you here," Michael said with a voice full of emotion.
Nayla was surprised and nervous, but also felt warm seeing that familiar face. "What are you doing here?" Nayla asked curiously.
Michael explained that he had just joined the judging panel for this audition. "I'm glad to see you again." "How are you?" Michael asked while looking at Nayla attentively.
Nayla smiled faintly, trying to hide her awkwardness. "Ah, quite well," she replied briefly.
Nayla smiled broadly, feeling relieved that her presence was finally noticed by one of the judges. Although the situation was complicated, this surprise gave her a new spirit to continue her audition with full confidence.
Nayla looked at Michael with hopeful eyes, feeling the warmth from that gaze.
"Why did you joint an audition?"
"Are you in need of more money?" Michael asked innocently, like a friend who hadn't seen each other in a long time.
Nayla lowered her head, Yes! She really needed a lot of money. That's why she can only sell her ability to sing.
Sadly, she began to recount the troubled state of her household, revealing her urgent need for a job.
Michael listened with a trembling heart, full of sympathy for Nayla, whom he had known from the past. He nodded, expressing that he was very sorry to hear what had happened to her.
At that moment, some of the other audition participants started to feel jealous. Likewise, some of the judges, who turned out to be beautiful women and Michael's friends.
They saw the attentive gaze Michael directed at Nayla, feeling envious of the special attention he gave her. Some even began to grind their teeth in jealousy, feeling threatened by Nayla's presence at this audition.
However, Michael was not disturbed by their attention. He was still focused on Nayla, moved by her story and wanting to help her in any way he could.
Although the situation is complicated and full of tension, Michael's presence gives Nayla a new spirit to face this audition with full confidence.
"Alright, I'll help you, we will ... "
Before Michael could finish speaking, a voice from the speaker reminded him to return to his place and that the auditions for the other participants would begin.
Michael held both of Nayla's shoulders and looked deeply into her eyes.
"Nay ..."
"Listen, Nayla," Michael said with a warm voice, "I know you're in a difficult situation." Why don't you allow me to take you home? I'm sure we can chat the whole way."Nayla was surprised by the offer, but also touched by Michael's kindness. Although her heart was torn between nervousness and gratitude, she finally nodded gently."Thank you, Michael. I appreciate it," Nayla said with a voice full of gratitude."You wait for me outside. Three more people and the audition will be over," said Michael as he walked away, while Nayla returned to the waiting room where the other auditionees greeted her with annoyed faces."Why is it taking so long, huh!" An audition participant shot Nayla a displeased look and then entered the audition room according to their turn.Nayla was a bit confused because she remembered the message Michael had conveyed earlier. Should she wait?
On the other hand, Nayla really wants to try on her own and prove the potential of her talent.They continued their conversation comfortably, sharing stories and memories about their past. Laughing and joking, they seemed to forget all the problems they were facing in the outside world.A moment later, the atmosphere changed when Michael asked about Nayla's husband. "How is your husband doing?" Michael asked with a slightly heavy voice.Nayla felt a bit awkward with that question. She felt uncomfortable discussing her personal matters with Michael, even though she appreciated Michael's kindness and concern."Oh, he's busy with his work," Nayla replied awkwardly, trying to avoid the topic.Michael sensed Nayla's discomfort, but he didn't want to press her. "Sorry if I asked too much," he said softly, trying to lighten the mood.Nayla smiled faintly, feeling re
Nayla tried to remember whether she had told her sister about her plans, but she wasn't sure.The feeling of suspicion began to gnaw at her heart. She felt betrayed by someone she should have trusted. However, she also couldn't ignore the fact that her situation with Zavier had been complicated before, and perhaps Zavier had done everything possible to track her down.With a confusing mix of emotions, Nayla felt increasingly trapped in a labyrinth of complicated problems. She didn't know what to do next, but one thing was certain: she had to find a way to deal with all of this and find a way out of the increasingly worsening situation.Zavier, after closing the door and locking it from the inside, felt annoyed because he couldn't find Nayla in the room. His eyes swept the room quickly, searching for any trace of his wife's presence.However, when he heard the sound of running water coming from the ba
Zavier stared at Nayla with an intense gaze, trying to understand the meaning behind her words. However, in his own confusion and bewilderment, he couldn't contain his feelings of anger and frustration."What do you want, Nayla?" What must I do for you to come back to me?" Zavier urged with a forceful voice, confusion and misunderstanding surfacing in every word.Nayla felt suffocated by the increasing pressure. She knew that she had to think clearly and make the right decision, but in her heart, she felt trapped between lingering feelings of love and an increasingly complicated and painful reality.With a heavy heart and breathless, Nayla tried to find the courage and strength to answer Zavier's question.Nayla asserted her decision with a trembling voice, "Leave Sefia!"Hearing those words, Zavier's gentle gaze immediately changed.The man immediately relea
Nayla did not notice Zavier's presence in the room. She was too engulfed in the pain and despair that hit her. Every sob and moan that escaped her lips felt like a painful blow, reflecting the emotional devastation she felt within herself.Zavier stood at the threshold, silenced by the heartbreaking scene before his eyes. His heart felt shattered seeing his wife in deep sorrow, yet he felt powerless to provide support or comfort to Nayla.Although his heart was filled with uncertainty and confusion, Zavier approached Nayla with faltering steps. He felt a strong emotional vibration within him as he saw his wife struck by deep sorrow. Without a word, he embraced Nayla in his arms, letting their body warmth touch each other.Nayla was taken aback by Zavier's actions, feeling the tenderness in her husband's embrace. She felt shattered by the despair and sadness that overwhelmed her, but Zavier's presence gave her a bit of co
Nadira stood frozen in front of the door, holding the door frame on the opposite side as if wanting to give strength to her older sister, but seeing her sister was fine, the girl chose to comply and returned to her bedroom."Tomorrow morning I have to undergo dialysis," she murmured, then tried to sleep.Meanwhile, Nayla chose to sleep in the living room, taking an extra pillow and relying on a blanket to fend off the cold of the night in Bogor.Zavier's body is tall, standing at 185 cm. The small bed can only accommodate him, and even then, his feet will be hanging off the edge.The sound of mosquitoes buzzing in Nayla's ears forced the woman to keep her eyes open until the sun shone through the curtains covering the glass window of the simple house.Nayla sat on the sofa chair with panda-like eyes. Yawning repeatedly before finally deciding to make fried rice so that Nadira wou
"We can never be together again. I have made my decision," she continued.With slow steps, Nayla left the room after dressing completely and modestly, carefully closing the door. Although she left with a troubling sense of anxiety in her heart, she hoped that Zavier would get a good rest and they would talk again after everything had the right time.Nayla was preparing to apply for jobs elsewhere, feeling that she needed to seek new opportunities to support herself and lighten the family's financial burden. Before she left the house, she wrote a memo for Zavier and placed it on the dining table.The short message simply stated that Nayla was going to look for a new job. She also added that food was already on the table, so Zavier should eat a little before returning to Jakarta, and included a small note saying not to worry because Nayla wouldn't charge Zavier for the last fried rice, as they would be getting divorced any
The middle-aged woman smiled and said, "You are dressed formally and look stiff with your overly neat appearance.""...Then the document you are holding, I can guess, is a job application letter, right?"Nayla looked at her own clothes and the documents she was carrying. The mother's view was indeed correct.Nayla looked at the woman more closely. However, the woman spoke again."A bright day to apply for a job, isn't it?"Nayla smiled politely. "Yes, indeed bright. Are you also heading to work?"The woman nodded. "Actually, I have a small business that needs help. And I thought, you might be the right person for the job."Nayla was surprised and felt excited. "Oh, really?" What is the job?"A small job with a fairly attractive salary, in the sales department and also handling administration," the woman replied while looking seriously at Nayla."It seems like you're the right person. I'm impressed by your polite appearance," she continued."Really?" Nayla straightened her back and sat
“This is serious, Nayla,” the doctor said in a worried tone. “You really need to rest if you don't want your condition to worsen. Stress and fatigue have aggravated this infection. If you continue to push yourself, you could experience more serious complications.”Nayla felt frustrated. The concert, which was only a month away, seemed increasingly out of reach. “I can't stop practicing, doctor. This is a big opportunity, and I can't let everyone down.”The doctor looked at Nayla with understanding. “I understand how important this concert is to you, but you must also remember that your health comes first. If you continue to push yourself, you might not only damage your health, but it could also hinder your performance in the concert.”After hearing the doctor's advice, Nayla felt even more depressed. Her health deteriorated, and she felt torn between the desire to perform perfectly and the need to take care of her
“Joen is already happy here too.”“I lost!”Nayla couldn't stop cursing herself.She knew that her journey ahead would not be easy, but she felt a little lighter after making the decision to let go. While Zavier returned to the room to join Joen and Fernando, Nayla left the house with steps filled with desolation.With the rain still falling outside, Nayla closed the door to Zavier's house behind her, letting him go with a heart full of feelings.This decision may have been difficult, but she knew that she had to face the future with new hope and continue to fight for Joen's happiness, even if she couldn't be with him every day.Nayla stepped out of Zavier's house, feeling the chill of the morning rain seep into her bones.It was still raining hard, but she didn't care about getting wet. Zavier didn't even offer her breakfast.Her heart was broken, and every step she took felt like a heavy weight draggin
Unexpectedly, Nayla responded with the same reaction, a longing embrace and an unrestricted kiss.They began to wrestle on the bed in a thin state of consciousness.Although Zavier was still conscious and repeatedly tried to restrain himself from swallowing Nayla, he lost control of the charms Nayla had to offer.A smooth body with natural beauty that only he had ever touched and they had never finalized the divorce.Sigh after exhausting sigh they experienced full of burning passion. Occasionally Nayla is the captain and occasionally Zavier takes over.The pouring rain prolonged the rhythm of their play until Nayla couldn't take it anymore. She bit Zavier several times out of anger and love. She was either sober or drunk.“You brat!” she exclaimed as she humped herself on top of Zavier who was exhausted because they had been together for several hours but she wouldn't let go of him as if she was expressing love as well as anger.
Nayla closed her eyes for a moment, savoring the moment. “Thank you, Zavier. I feel so happy tonight.”Nayla hoped that these were not her hallucinations and that she was not dreaming. Worse, she would experience painful memories again after Zavier's goal was achieved.Nayla had to fortify herself, but at this moment, she wanted a dance. Something she had dreamed of in Zavier for a long time.When the song ended, they continued to dance in meaningful silence. Zavier gazed at Nayla with love and appreciation, while Nayla felt a genuine and profound closeness even though her heart still held just as much suspicion.Finally, they stopped dancing and sat by the beach, looking up at the stars in the night sky. Zavier took out a bottle of champagne and gently uncorked it, pouring the drinks into crystal glasses. They toasted once more, celebrating a night filled with warmth, love, and hope for the future.“You have a place in my heart,
She knew that he had organized this lunch just to show that Joen was very comfortable in the beach house.Zavier wanted Nayla to withdraw without going to court, regarding the custody they were going to argue about.All for Joen's happiness!After a hearty lunch, the maid escorted Joen back to his room as it was time to rest.As the sun began to dip low on the horizon, the sky turned into a mesmerizing palette of orange and pink colors. Nayla was still at Zavier's beach house, soaking in the beauty of the place that now felt like an oasis of calm. After a warm and meaningful lunch, Zavier invited her to enjoy a more special evening.“How about you come home after dinner? We've never had dinner together by the beach,” Zavier said as he slowly walked beside Nayla, accompanying her along the scenic beach.“Hmm, I would love to attend your dinner invitation, Zavier,” Nayla replied with a blissful smile.She wished
Zavier stood beside the table, watching the waiters carefully arrange the plates while occasionally glancing at the wall clock. The man looked very handsome despite holding a walking stick to his right.When he saw Nayla coming out of the room, his face broke into a smile. “Welcome. We're ready for lunch,” he said in a friendly tone.“Thank you, Zavier. This food looks amazing,” Nayla replied as she approached the table. She saw Joen sitting in a chair, his eyes twinkling with unconcealed enthusiasm.“Mama,” Joen called and hugged Nayla longingly.“What took you so long to come?”“Hum, I had some business.”“Let's sit down, we're all hungry, aren't we?” Zavier immediately took Joen by the hand and guided him to sit in the chair next to Fernando.Joen looked a little nervous, probably because of Nayla's presence and the fact that he would be eating with them. Howev
Joen looked happy and healthy, showing no signs of the autistic symptoms that had once haunted him. Fernando seemed like a caring brother, and Nayla could sense how important their relationship was to Joen.Zavier stood beside Nayla, watching his ex-wife's reaction. “Look at how the two of them play together. Joen seems very happy here. I believe that he is getting what he needs from this environment. I want her to have the stability and closeness that may be hard to come by in conflicted circumstances.”Nayla swallowed, feeling the weight of the reality she had to face. Tears rolled down her cheeks as she looked painfully at Joen.“She seems happy, Zavier. I can't deny that she has a good environment here. But this doesn't make me feel any better.”Zavier looked at Nayla gently, his eyes looking at her with understanding. “I don't want to make you feel worse. I just want the best for Joen. If he's happy and healthy here, the
The harsh words made Nayla feel that Zavier was disgusted with her. Nayla clenched her fists again and let her body surrender, crushed by Zavier's body.Zavier was checking himself whether he still wanted this woman as his wife or not.Apparently, his feelings were already frozen. He felt no desire to fuck Nayla at all. He just inhaled the scent he longed for until he fell asleep.The sound of Zavier's soft snoring made Nayla feel humiliated. She had imagined an intimate scene that might make him regain his innocence or the idea that they would get back together, become a happy family.However, all that was lost.Not long after, Nayla gently shifted Zavier's body, which was quite heavy for her, to the side of the bed.He was still charming her and she felt so stupid for loving the same man over and over again.Nayla stroked Zavier's cheek as he closed his eyes, tracing the thin mustache that adorned his jaw.“You are so h
Nayla immediately got back into her blanket obediently.Zavier looked at Nayla with determination, but his expression softened slightly. “I know this is hard for you, Nayla. I just want to do what's best for Joen. If you really love him, you will understand that this is the best decision.”Nayla felt anger and sadness mixed up inside her. “How can you say that? I won't let Joen's future be tarnished just because of bad news about me. I'd rather fight for his custody in court than accept money and lose the chance to raise him myself.”“I-I really never did anything with Michael, I-”Zavier sighed and sat back in his chair, seemingly exhausted by this debate. “Then, if you really insist, we'll settle it in court. But I have to say, this isn't just about money or custody. It's about giving Joen the life he deserves without getting into unnecessary trouble.”Nayla stood up carefully, clutching the blanket