LOGIN"The short course will most likely be in Australia. I just don't know which part yet," Aurelia said, her eyes shining with excitement.
There was a new light in her, as though a dream she had kept buried for years was finally within reach.
"I'll only be living there for three months... I think?" she added, sounding uncertain yet hopeful at the same time.
Lestari fell silent.
Her lips parted as if she wanted to say something, but no words came out.
Watching Au
Afterward, Gian returned his attention to work, reviewing another stack of documents.His eyes moved swiftly across line after line until they suddenly stopped.A name he knew all too well was printed clearly on the front page of a committee report.“Chef Devina...” he murmured.His brows immediately drew together.Clicking his tongue softly, he leaned back in his chair.The committee had reached a final decision. Devina would officially collaborate with Mahesa Group for the Mahesa Foundation charity gala next month.A final decision.One that could not be overturned.A mixture of resignation and frustration settled heavily in his chest.He knew that sooner or later, avoiding Devina would become impossible.And now, that moment had been scheduled for him.It was late again when Gian arrived home.The clock was nearing eleven.Jakarta's air was thick with humidi
Aurelia looked at the person who had made that comment one more time, wanting to confirm what had caught her attention in the first place.She even blinked rapidly, worried her eyes had deceived her.“Don't pay too much attention to it. Just treat it like trash,” Baskara said.Aurelia nodded in agreement.The man had turned out to be nothing more than an ordinary Indonesian. Probably someone who followed business fan pages and occasionally liked pretending he knew what was going on.“Oh my God...” Aurelia muttered under her breath.She smacked her own forehead, held a long breath, then released it forcefully.Her face burned with embarrassment and relief, like someone who had just realized their fear had been completely unfounded.Her cheeks puffed out in frustration, making her look like a child annoyed with herself.She even glanced around to make sure no one had noticed how ridiculous she must have looked.Across from her, Baskara remained calm, watching her without much expression
“F-Father.”The single word left Aurelia’s lips in a shaky whisper. Her heart pounded wildly, a mixture of nerves, emotion, and a longing she had never fully acknowledged before. Her feet carried her forward almost instinctively, as though an invisible force was drawing her toward the man she had not seen in so long, her father-in-law, Mr. Mahesa.The middle-aged man turned slowly. A warm smile spread across his face, softening the authority that had dominated the meeting just moments ago. The commanding businessman seemed to fade away, replaced by the gentle presence of a father. He gave a small nod and lifted a hand, signaling for Aurelia to come closer.With hesitant but eager steps, Aurelia reached for his hand and clasped it respectfully. To her surprise, the simple touch filled her with a sense of security, something she had rarely felt, even within her own family.“Sit down first, dear,” Mr. Mahesa said kindly, gesturing toward one of the comfortable chairs in the elegant priva
Standing across the room was a tall, distinguished man whose presence commanded attention.Mr. Mahesa.Her father-in-law.His posture was impeccable, his expression professional, yet the faint smile on his face carried a warmth that only made Aurelia more nervous.Her heart pounded violently.Her hands trembled despite her efforts to keep them steady.Baskara gently patted her shoulder.“You can meet him later. For now, let’s focus.”Aurelia swallowed hard.Her knees felt slightly weak.She took her seat, opened her notebook, and uncapped her pen.Every movement Mr. Mahesa made seemed to pull at her attention like a magnet, but she forced herself to remain focused.The meeting began.Baskara and Mr. Mahesa took turns presenting their ideas, outlining business strategies and projections in clear, confident English.Aurelia recorded every figure, every argument, and every important point, occasionally glancing at the presentation screen to make sure she hadn't missed anything.Mr. Mahes
The black sedan rolled smoothly toward Melbourne’s CBD.Morning traffic was already building, cars packed tightly along the busy streets. Yet inside the vehicle, the atmosphere felt entirely different.Aurelia sat rigidly in her seat, clutching her bag against her chest. Every now and then, she glanced at her watch. Her breathing was quick, as if her heartbeat had fallen into sync with the pulse of the city around her.“How’s your first week as my assistant been?” Baskara asked.His eyes remained fixed on the road ahead while his fingers tapped lightly against the steering wheel.“It’s been okay, I guess. I still have a lot to learn. My English gets stuck sometimes, and I still need to review the meeting notes from yesterday,” Aurelia replied softly.She stared out the window and lowered her head for a moment, drawing in a deep breath to calm the anxiety lingering in her chest.“Don’t worry, Lia. It’s only your second week. Practice makes perfect.”As he spoke, Baskara gave her should
The fine dining restaurant finally fell quiet after the clients excused themselves and left. The long table, lined with crystal glasses and porcelain plates, still carried the lingering aroma of black coffee. Aurelia remained seated, her shoulders stiff, her fingers gripping the edge of her notebook so tightly that the cover was nearly crumpled.It felt as though she still couldn't breathe freely in that room.Baskara slowly rotated his coffee cup before looking at her. A faint smile crossed his face, but his gaze was far too sharp to be considered casual.“There’s no such thing as coincidence, Lia.”Aurelia immediately turned toward him. Her eyes widened, and her breath caught in her throat.“What do you mean?” she asked, her voice rising despite her efforts to stay calm.Baskara leaned back in his chair and laced his fingers together on the table. His confident smile never faded.“There’s no way I would choose a private tutor for my daughter without knowing her background. Is that a
Gian closed the door to his room slowly, set his suitcase in the corner, and turned on the light. The room felt warm and quiet. The only sounds were the soft hum of the air conditioner and his footsteps against the thick carpet. He picked up his phone and immediately dialed Aurelia."Sweetheart...
“Mr. Gian, the dinner with the clients at Hotel Nusantara is all set. Would you like to go straight there, or stop by your room first?”Kirana’s voice sounded soft and professional, though a faint smile lingered at the corner of her lips. Gian did not notice it. He was too busy adjusting his suit j
Makassar greeted Gian with sharp, sweltering heat mixed with the salty scent of the sea drifting through the air. From the window of the rental car, he watched rows of coconut trees lining the roadside, their leaves swaying lazily in the breeze. The sky stretched out in a pale blue, broken only by
“Going home? Now?” Aurelia’s voice carried a clear note of protest. Her brows lifted and her eyes narrowed slightly. “Caca just started feeling cheerful again, and now you want to leave?”Mr. Baskara stood straight in the doorway, his expression difficult to r







