LOGIN“Mom’s downstairs.”
Gian said it flatly, but the impact hit Aurelia’s chest like a sledgehammer. She stared at her husband, panic flickering across her face as her trembling hand tightened around the edge of the kitchen counter.
“Right now?” she whispered, voice barely holding together.
Gian rolled his eyes with the kind of tired resignation that said he already knew how this conversation would go, then ended the call without adding any
The Melbourne night was cold enough to seep into the bones. The modest restaurant tucked away on a CBD street corner had quieted down after the project team gradually went their separate ways. Outside, streetlights reflected off the rain-soaked sidewalk from the afternoon shower, while the steady hum of passing traffic filled the air.Aurelia stood near the restaurant entrance, pulling her thin cardigan tighter around herself as she tried to ignore the sting in her bandaged right elbow. Ever since the accident at the construction site that afternoon, she had hidden the pain behind a smile, though her expression tightened every time she moved her arm too far.She lowered her gaze and was about to head toward the tram stop when a familiar voice stopped her."I'll drive you. Don't argue. We already agreed on that."Baskara's voice was calm but firm, leaving no room for debate.Aurelia looked up, a little flustered."You really don't have to, Ba
Baskara glanced at her, one eyebrow slightly raised. "Of course. Did you think I'd hire someone without paying them?"Aurelia froze, her cheeks instantly turning bright red. Only then did she realize she'd been so focused on the experience and the chance to work closely with him that she'd never even asked about her salary. She wanted to crawl under the table from embarrassment, though a part of her couldn't help finding it funny, like a child who had just stumbled onto an obvious grown-up secret.The neat office was bathed in cool white light, illuminating stacks of documents and the glow of laptop screens. Aurelia bit back a laugh and quickly covered her mouth before it escaped. Baskara kept his eyes on the paperwork, lightly tapping the desk with his fingers, completely oblivious to her silent panic. His calm, unreadable demeanor only made Gian's wife feel even more flustered."Today we need to finish revising the project documents, review the client notes, and make sure every time
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
Devina's words came out effortlessly, brief but unmistakably clear.“Why don't you ask Mr. Gian yourself? I still have somewhere to be.”Her tone was calm, yet sharp, like an arrow deliberately fired into the air with the certainty that it would hit its target.After saying that, she offered a faint smile. It was the kind of smile that was impossible to read, whether sincere or carefully calculated.Then she gracefully walked away from the cluster of reporters, as though every camera in the room had been placed there specifically for her.Flashes erupted nonstop.The rapid clicking of cameras echoed through the hallway, temporarily blinding anyone standing nearby.The atmosphere instantly grew tense.Everyone knew that with a single sentence, Devina had just opened the door to endless speculation.And just as expected, every eye turned toward the man still standing his ground.Gian.He appeared
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
“Welcome to my paradise!!”Aurelia squealed happily as she and Gian finally opened the door to their apartment. The familiar space greeted them with sunlight streaming through the sheer curtains and the aroma of coffee drifting from the automatic machine in the kitchen. She bou
Gian kept his promise and carried Aurelia home in his arms. His wife’s small body felt light against him, even though Aurelia had already complained several times, asking him to put her down.“That’s enough already, Gian. I can walk on my own, you know,” Aurelia pro
“I’m hungry.”Those two short words made both Gian and Rafi look at her at the same time. Aurelia wore a deep pout, her small lips pushed forward as she gently pulled her hand away from Gian’s tight grip.“Does your office not have any food at all?&rdqu
The atmosphere in the Mahesa family living room was still thick with tension. Aurelia sat upright, even though her heart was pounding hard in her chest. Across from her, Mrs. Lestari watched with a cynical gaze, as if every inch of Aurelia’s presence was a mistake.“You look perfectly healthy for s







