Dea, who was lying on the bed, suddenly felt the urge to turn on her phone, which was previously turned off. For some reason, something was bothering her. The flat device, once lifeless, was now brought back to life by the woman. She gazed at the screen with an expressionless face, assuming there was nothing there. However, her assumption was wrong. There were several messages and calls from an unfamiliar number. Yet, Dea knew it was Mr. Bad. She immediately started reading the messages.Before she could finish reading the texts sent by the man, a call suddenly came in. Dea paused for a moment, feeling vibrations in her hand. When she deemed it sufficient, she finally slid the telephone icon upwards. The ticking seconds appeared on the screen."Finally, you answered my call, Dea. I've been trying to reach you for a while, but it's been difficult because your phone was off," Mr. Bad said, relieved, from the other end of the line."What's the matter?" Dea asked, cutting straight to the
Aiden looked at her with a meaningful expression, leaving Dea, who had just stepped out of the room, surprised. It was the first time she had seen such a unique expression on his face. Reflecting on her time spent with Aiden, she realized that they had very little interaction. Out of the many hours they had spent in this grand and modern residence, Dea had mostly interacted with Toni.Confused by the sudden change, she chose to leave Aiden. He was still frozen, gazing at her strangely."Why is he acting like that?" she murmured, curious, while in the elevator. She even continued wondering after the elevator doors closed, shaking her head to dismiss any odd assumptions about Aiden. She headed to the dining table."It's better to focus on my food. That's more useful than pondering Aiden's strange behavior. He's acting like a madman," she muttered as she impatiently walked. An array of delicious food was already set up and ready to be devoured."Good evening, Madam," Asih greeted upon se
Dea and Devano exchanged silent gazes, feeling a spark between them. The man didn't blink at all, causing Dea's heart to beat faster. She felt like she was hypnotized by Devano's intense gaze."Come in, dear," Hando said with a cheerful smile. Finally, the woman's pupils dared to move elsewhere due to the voice of the room's occupant. Gracefully, she walked towards the patient she was about to escort home. The woman's mouth then opened, asking a question to Hando."How is Father doing?""Better than before," Hando replied gently.Hearing that answer relieved Dea's heart, and she added another question. "Is Father coming home with me today?""Of course, sweetheart. Your father has been waiting for your arrival since earlier," the middle-aged man's eyes sparkled as he looked at Dea. The loving gaze from the middle-aged man warmed Dea's heart."I'll bring grandfather, you go ahead," Devano stated firmly and coldly. Dea immediately looked at him with confusion.However, Hando strongly opp
Zain quickly carried out the task given by Hando. He never resisted anything instructed by the middle-aged man. With trembling hands, he placed the typewriter and the stamp requested by Hando on the table. His fingers started typing a few letters quickly on the paper, and Zain watched with a racing heart. Meanwhile, Dea seemed indifferent, not wanting to interfere in the affairs of the two men. Even Toni chose to leave the room as he felt this wasn't his domain."Dear, put your thumb in the ink pad there. Then press it here," Hando instructed, a smile on his face as he observed his work.Dea raised an eyebrow, "Why, Dad?""Just do it. Dad will tell you. This isn't a crime, just a small gift from me," Hando reassured. He understood his daughter's uneasiness. She glanced at Zain for a moment, sighing quietly, as the man didn't dare to meet her gaze. Eventually, she did as her father instructed, pressing her thumb on the paper that contained a collection of words."Good," Hando expressed
"Stop," Wendy glared at Dea, intensifying the tension in the room. The physical touch from Aiden's girlfriend conveyed a strong force through Dea's body. She glanced briefly at Wendy. The woman's furrowed eyebrows and forehead, fiery eyes, and tightly shut mouth all indicated a volatile situation. Dea understood what Wendy was feeling. 'Always something,' Dea thought.Everyone in the living room stared at the interaction between the two women in silence. Most of them widened their eyes as if trying to catch every moment of this intense scene. Reluctant to engage in an argument, Dea let out a sigh and without responding to her opponent, tried to break free from Wendy's grip, intending to walk into the bedroom. However, Wendy suddenly grabbed her hair. In response to this rough treatment, Dea instinctively stepped back."Wendy!" someone shouted as they witnessed the scene. It was a combination of various voices that turned into a unified shout, creating a chaotic atmosphere. The delicat
Not long after, Dea approached Aiden with a neutral expression. Initially, she had intended to go to bed earlier, but her plans were thwarted yet again by a call from her contract husband. Her lips jutted out slightly as she asked, "What is it?"Aiden could sense the irritation in his wife's demeanor. He had prepared himself for all the emotions that usually accompanied Dea. Before answering, he took a moment to exhale, composing himself."Please, sit down," he instructed, a command that Dea complied with. She made no resistance, surprising Aiden who had expected her to protest. His assumption was proven wrong; his wife followed his instructions in silence. Yes, even though her gaze was icy, it didn't change the fact that his command had been communicated clearly."Akhem," Aiden cleared his throat to ease the tension. "Do you remember Dad's message from the dinner the day before yesterday?" he began, initiating a conversation with his wife."Yes." There was no expression on Dea's face
After conversing with Dea, Aiden watched her departure until her back disappeared from his sight. It didn't take long before he immersed himself in deep thought. The dim lights adorned the living room with warmth. His head was filled with various problems he was currently facing. He let out a hot breath from his nostrils, savoring the slight burning sensation in his sclera."Why does tomorrow feel so far away?" he asked himself. "I want to resolve this issue as soon as possible."He had received a schedule for a meeting with Jamono and Triyo. This was good news for him, considering he had to plead with his father-in-law to expedite the group's plans. Wijaya's words had been fulfilled, and now it was his turn to fill in the stages of their plan."One million dollars, I hope my money won't go to waste like last year. Especially with Candra pressuring me, and that damn investor getting increasingly rude to me." Aiden clenched his hand tightly, he still remembered how he had chased an int
In a room bathed in ample light, Dea sat comfortably on an old sofa. Although it appeared somewhat worn, the seat was incredibly soft and cradled her body well. She looked around the room without blinking, taking in the antique decorations scattered here and there. A faint sigh could be heard from someone nearby. Dea turned her head to locate the source of the sound, a radiant smile spreading across her face."Ah..." Hando appeared somewhat startled by the sight before him. "Since when have you been here?" he asked his daughter. Before responding, Dea leaned closer to the middle-aged man."About 30 minutes.""My dear, why didn't you wake me up?" Hando placed his hand on his forehead, as if unable to believe his daughter's answer."I didn't want to disturb your sleep."Hando looked at Dea with genuine warmth, then recalled one of the people waiting for him earlier in the morning. "Where is that young man?""He's outside," Dea replied. She knew exactly who Hando was referring to. The ma