All Chapters of Unrequited Love: I want a divorce from you!: Chapter 171 - Chapter 180

Some of the servants were jealous that Nayla hadn't been fired. When Nayla returned to the kitchen, some of them gathered around and started whispering, their gazes full of dislike. “Hey, you're flirting with Mr. Boss, aren't you?” quipped one of the waitresses in a sharp tone. Nayla paused for a moment, trying not to be provoked. “I'm not seducing anyone,” she replied calmly. “I'm just explaining my true situation.” The waitress raised her eyebrows, dissatisfied with that answer. “Oh, so because you're pregnant, you get preferential treatment, huh?” Nayla sighed, feeling tired of this hostility. She was surprised that the waiter also knew about her pregnancy. Nayla looked up, looking at her stomach which didn't look distended at all for a two-month pregnancy. “How did you know about my pregnancy?” T

Dinda took a deep breath, trying to calm herself down. “Dek Mira, I know it's hard. But I won't give up. I will find a way out, no matter what happens. You don't have to worry about me. Just focus on your health and your baby.”“Let Mbak solve all this,” Dinda continued, patting her chest.Nayla was touched by Dinda's strength and determination despite the woman's misunderstanding about her pregnancy. “I understand, Ms. Dinda. I just want you to know that I am here for you. We can support each other.”Dinda smiled faintly, though tears still ran down her cheeks. “Thank you, Dek. Your support means a lot to me. We'll get through this together.”Dinda clasped both of Nayla's hands tightly, while Nayla only gave a warm smile despite the words of explanation stuck in her throat.With a slightly more relieved mood, they went back to their respective jobs. However, Nayla's mind was still full of worries abo

 Eko, who initially doubted Nayla's ability, stood at the back of the room with an impressed face. He hadn't expected Nayla to have such an amazing singing talent.However, Nayla knew that this performance was only the beginning of a long day. She still had to face the many other tasks that awaited her at the café, all without breakfast and with her stomach groaning with hunger.The clientele was growing and it was already two o'clock in the afternoon. The once quiet café was now filled with the sounds of chatter and laughter.The tables were filled to capacity, and some customers even had to stand for lack of seats. In the middle of the crowd, Nayla was still standing on the small stage, singing song after song without stopping.The fatigue was getting to her, and her empty stomach was starting to feel more and more painful. She glanced at Eko, who was busy serving customers at the cashier's desk. With a hand

Eko quickly took a chair and sat next to Nayla. He looked at Nayla with a serious gaze and sighed heavily. Her eyes were already giving a clear answer. “Mm-you mean on the bed?” Nayla rounded her eyes and was surprised. Eko immediately nodded his head and looked back at Nayla expectantly. Nayla shook her head. “I'll just sing. Beyond that I can't do it. Sorry.” Eko swallowed his saliva, his eyes glancing at the front slit of Nayla's dress, the woman did look solid and sexy, “maybe it's because she's pregnant,” Eko muttered to himself. Nayla felt uncomfortable under Eko's gaze. She quickly fixed the position of her dress by pulling it up. “Uhum, this outfit is uncomfortable for me. I'm going to change it.” “Don't change it yet, you still have to sing the last song t

He deliberately wore a black hat with white pants so as not to look like a powerful Young Master. His appearance was not supposed to be flashy, which was why he told Cahyo to drive away all the subordinates following him. “This is a safe city, no need to protect me like some official is coming! We're just going to dinner anyway,” he ordered Cahyo and Mando who were allowed to follow him. The two men were also dressed casually in jeans, so the three men even looked like young people. They boarded a black car with Mando driving the car and Cahyo sitting on the side. Zavier sat in the back. His hand was holding a cell phone and on the screen was a photo. A photo of Nayla in a sleeping position. He himself could not explain his feelings, between longing, love or the desire for her to remain only his. Zavier clenched one hand into a fist as he thought about how Nayla had t