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 an anti-depressant drug, it is not a dangerous drug, but if it is not used in accordance with the doctor's recommendations, it may be harmful.”The words of the pharmacist Sara met made her daydream while choosing an apple.Once again Sara took out the pill bottle from her pocket and read the recommendations for use.“This should only be taken once a day while Madam takes two pills and three times a day. This is excessive. Doctor Bram...”“I have to act!” exclaimed Sarah and stuffed some apples into her grocery bag. As she turned her body, she accidentally bumped into a girl.The girl was Joen and Sara felt she knew her. The apples they were holding fell and rolled on the floor.“Ouch, sorry, Tante.” Joen immediately helped pick up the fallen apples.Recognizing him, Sara immediatel
“I-I don't know yet, ma'am. I think so, since your faces are exactly the same.”Nayla looked at the sheet of photos she had gotten on the maid's cell phone. There was nothing the maid could do but record and take photos from the television that was bordered by the shop's glass.“This man...” Nayla stroked the picture of Zavier with a feeling she didn't know she had. “Who is he?” Nayla asked.The little waitress who did not get any information simply shook her head. “Apparently, that man is her husband.”Nayla immediately knelt before the little maid, “please, please help me find information. Is that my sister? Or my brother?”The maid stepped back slightly in fear, her employer's change of attitude from her earlier firmness confused and sympathized with her.“Madam, I'll go find out more,
The woman he called Nayla-or at least, that's what he believed-turned to look at him. A gentle smile was painted on her face, but there was something different in those slightly brownish eyes. Although Zavier did not realize it, that woman was Sefia, who had taken Nayla's face through careful manipulation.Sefia, whose height was camouflaged by wearing high heels, smiled meaningfully.“Let's go home,” the woman replied as she took Joen's hand on the left and Fernando's on the right with a triumphant smile.She walked towards Zavier, with light steps that looked graceful and calm. Her long hair glistened in the lights, swaying with her every movement, just as Zavier remembered Nayla. An apron still clung to her body and her face still had a trace of chocolate.As they got closer, Sefia-who was wearing Nayla's face-trotted over to Zavier, let go of Joen and Fernando's hands, and suddenly hu
The servant who came in with porridge in hand was suddenly startled to see the art room in disarray. She quickly placed the porridge beside the table then knelt down and hugged the legs of Nayla who was crying hysterically.“Madam, are you angry? This is the reason why Master forbade you from entering the art room. If you find out that I brought you into this room, then I will definitely receive punishment.”Nayla turned around, looking at the maid who was crying and kneeling at her feet.“Why, I'm not a painter, am I?” she asked in a high voice.Slowly, the maid nodded her head. Her cheeks were still wet with tears of fear.“Who am I? Tell me!” Nayla strangled the innocent maid.“Let go, ma'am, it...hurts!”Nayla realized what she was doing and quickly released her hands.
“Memory eraser...” repeated Nayla, but she hurriedly closed her eyes again when she heard the shower turn off, a sign that he would be out in a moment.Moments later, Bram came out of the bathroom with his hair still wet. Nayla stole a glance with her eyes half closed.The man who claimed to be her husband didn't look bad, in fact, his body was very good and looked athletic. The muscle lines and curves in his stomach didn't stop Nayla from stealing glances.“Who are you?” muttered Nayla to herself, ”why do I feel like I've seen similar curves but not yours? Why do I feel so strange?”Nayla quickly closed her eyes when she saw Bram's shadow approaching the bed. He sat on the edge of the bed and stroked Nayla's front hair once more before planting a kiss on her forehead once more with great tenderness, “Go to sleep, darling. I'm going to the hospital.”
No one knew that Zavier was already in the neighborhood, but he was still busy contacting people at the school to move the venue. The location on the basketball court would make it difficult for them to swap out the chocolate cakes.Zavier admitted that he did not have the quality to make chocolate cakes. The grown man never even glanced at the cake he was eating because there was no stock value in it.Suddenly Mando ran up to Zavier's wheelchair, “T-Master...”Zavier threw his head back in disappointment. His face reddened, still holding the cell phone in his hand, he had no power to move the cooking competition. The reason from the organizer was that the event had been going on since morning and it would take too much time to move the event.“T-Master,” Mando called out in a breathless manner.“Say it!”“Sir, there'
The girl immediately ran out, but a moment later she turned around and gave Zavier a hug and a small kiss on the forehead, “thank you, Papa.”After Joen's departure, Zavier looked at Mando, “what are you waiting for?”Mando looked at his employer with a serious expression and raised both hands in a sign of not understanding, “Sorry, sir. I don't know how to make chocolate cake either.”“So what are you waiting for? Let's go to the kitchen and find out. My servants are many and one of them can teach me, right?”The two of them headed to the kitchen, and Zavier started everything he had to learn on the spur of the moment.Mando watched the chaos and chuckled at the sight of a CEO who was feared by many business competitors struggling with various baking tools. There was even a lot of flour and leftover chocolate on that handsome face,
Her hands began to rub her skin roughly, as if to erase every sign left from that night. Every time his hands brushed her skin, the urge to remove the disgust grew stronger.“Why me?” she muttered in a hateful tone, tears slowly welling up in her eyes.“Because of this face, I'm forced to serve disgusting men. All because of Nayla!”Sefia went even crazier, rubbing her skin until it was red, even blistered. The water in the shower ran with the remaining soap suds, but it wasn't enough.The hickey marks seemed to stick there, a painful reminder of the humiliation she had endured.“Aarghhh!” cried Sefia in frustration.“I shouldn't have gotten caught up in all this,” she said in a voice that was getting louder, as if convincing herself. “Nayla should be the one to endure this, not me!”
Doctor Siberu stopped his steps and simply shook his head, still with that horribly calm look. “You don't want to do that, Sefia. Trust me. Things are going to get worse for you.”His words caught in Sefia's throat. The unspoken threat made her ponder for a moment. What did the mad doctor mean? Did he have something bigger on his hands?She backed away further, avoiding Doctor Siberu as if his very existence was poison. “You won't get away with it,” he muttered, his voice low but clear.Doctor Siberu chuckled again, colder this time. “Sefia, the world is not black and white. Sometimes, we have to do things we never imagined before... to survive.”Sefia rounded her clear eyes, staring at him with a piercing look of hatred. “What do you mean?”Doctor Siberu approached, and for the first time Jean could feel the dark aura surrounding t