Fisya stared blankly at the twilight sky as she savored a glass of Marrie's tea. Beside her, Adnan was also doing the same, but he was more focused on paying attention to his mother, who had been looking glum all day."Mom, are you okay?" he asked.The woman gave a small nod. "Yes, of course--""But you don't look like it."Seeing the sensitivity of her son left Fisya speechless. Adnan was so sensitive and understanding, she felt guilty for burdening the boy with unnecessary problems."Forgive me for not being able to hide anything from you. Mom--""Is this about Miss Becca? If so, you don't need to worry. I'm sure Dad won't do anything stupid, it's just that there are plans we don't know about," Adanan said confidently."How do you know?""I'm just guessing because I know my father better than anyone."Fisya smiled slightly, she was happy to have Adnan by her side, who was always sensitive to what was happening. "Alright, I'll try to forget him."They went back to enjoying the tea an
Regan checked the watch in his hand again, checking if it was time for him to leave. In front of him, Adnan stared at him with a barking gaze, not accepting Regan's sudden decision to transfer him to a boarding school located in a different country."Are you kidding me, huh?! Are you doing this because I bullied you over that slut?"Indeed, a few days earlier, Adnan had openly opposed his closeness with Rebecca. During the previous few days, he had also heard his parents arguing too often. It made him irritated and unbearable, prompting him to rebel, which made him now have to live apart from Fisya."You won't understand because you're still a son--""What don't I understand?!" he snapped.Regan sighed heavily, then he looked at his wife intently. "Is this what you're teaching my son, Fisya?""Don't blame Mom--""Answer me, Fisya!" the man snapped as he gyrated his waist in front of his wife.Fisya looked down sluggishly. "Don't keep yelling at Adnan, he doesn't know anything--""Dipt
Adyatama approached Raymond, he pulled the man's collar until it made him breathless. "You planned all this, huh?! You want to separate me from Regan and then check him as your son-in-law?" "W-what are you saying?" "Don't be evasive! You and your daughter are just as cunning! You conspired to keep us apart and ended up feuding. I won't allow them to be together even if it means your daughter can separate my son from that poor woman!" Rebecca looked at Regan expectantly, she had no idea this dinner would end in such a mess. "Regan, I didn't do that. My feelings for you are very old, I love you--" "Fucking bitch! You just want my son's money!" Not accepting his son being cursed at, Raymond hit Adyatama back with a punch that almost knocked the man down. "Damn it! How valuable do you think your son is that you'd put my son down, huh?!" "Regan! You'd rather go back to your poor wife than have a relationship with this damn woman!" Adyatama pulled Regan away, leaving Rebecca and Raymo
The weather today is very nice. The sun is not too hot, the breeze that blows is also able to make the atmosphere cooler. The laughter of the children who were having fun as if there was no burden echoed, as if happiness only belonged to them. On a park bench, a girl is actually feeling her life turning gray. Misfortune was befalling her, to the point that she had to sleep on the ground with the mega roof. Her name is Fisya Jazira, a girl who is having the misfortune of living because she has been betrayed by the person she has trusted—Dean Brasta, her own fiancé who is now somewhere else. The man sold the apartment they had secretly bought together. Not only that, Dean also drained the contents of their savings and all of Fisya's money was there. Now, she has to bear the consequences and is stranded on the streets, penniless and without food. Her stomach has asked to be filled, even now she feels sick because since this morning no food has entered her stomach. "Oh my gosh," she wh
They arrived at a luxury house, to be more precise, a luxurious mansion belonging to the Adzura family. This was the first time for Fisya to see a luxurious house like the one in front of her now. She couldn't even estimate the size of the place. What was clear was that it was truly vast and… luxurious. She, who was originally rebellious, was momentarily stunned and could only marvel at the luxury before her. However, when she came back to her current reality, the woman again struggled to break free. “Let go! This hurts,” she sighed as the two men Regan had ordered to watch over her gripped her wrists tightly. Because Fisya was getting more and more rebellious, one of the men pushed her so hard that she almost hit the car door. "Hey! Are you out of your mind, huh?! Master will be angry if he gets hurt," protested one of his colleagues. "She pissed me off!" "But still you're wrong, idiot!" The man snorted in annoyance and then glared at the frightened Fisya. “Can't you just shut
Fisya opened her eyes slowly. She remembered the last time someone came and injected something into her when the bleeding in her neck got worse. At that time, she felt sleepy, then fell asleep and did not know what she had experienced later. However, just as her eyes opened, she felt something strange about her body. In front of him, Regan was examining her entire body and, to make matters worse, she was naked with her hands and feet tied. The man was really crazy—she thought. “Damn it! What did you do to me, huh?!” she snapped in a hoarse voice. Instead of answering, Regan continued to do his activities as if nothing had happened. He ignored Fisya's loud screams and continued to examine the woman's body. After examining Fisya's entire body, the man wiped his hands on Fisya's clothes that were lying on the floor. He exhaled calmly when there was nothing dangerous inside Fisya's body. Although actually, it's impossible for an ordinary girl like Fisya to carry anything dangerous—she
Fisya tightly hugged Adnan's body, who was still asleep in his arms. The boy cried so hysterically that he finally felt tired and fell asleep in his arms. He placed the boy's body on his big bed, slowly so that he wouldn't wake up and cry again like before. It wasn't easy for him, especially when he was about to let go of Adnan's arm that was tightly gripping his hand. But thanks to his struggles, he finally managed to escape from Adnan and could breathe a sigh of relief. "You must be tired, Miss," said a waiter who served as Adnan's personal servant as well as his nanny. "It's okay, Miss—" “Just call me Marie, Miss. You don't have to call me that polite, or Master Regan will scold me for being so rude." Hearing that, Fisya could only sigh heavily. "Okay, I understand how stressful it is for you to work under the leadership of a man like him," he said. Unbeknownst to him, Regan had not moved from the doorway, the man had been waiting for him for a long time. When he heard Fisya's
Fisya looked at Adnan with pity. Such a small child has to live and study in the same place, without any socialization with his peers and also play like other children. Yes, Adnan is homeschooled, several teachers have now come to teach him and suddenly his cheerful face has now turned gloomy. It was clear to him that the boy was reluctant, but unfortunately, he couldn't refuse his father's orders. Of course, this was beyond his expectations because he thought he could at least breathe free air, even if only for a moment, yes ... even if it was just to take Adnan to school. "Are you really homeschooled all this time, Adnan?" Fisya asked in a half whisper. "Yes, ma'am." “Why not a school out there? Lots of friends and you can play at the same time.” Adnan was silent, he then looked at Fisya with a look that the woman had difficulty understanding. “I want to too… but, Father… he won't allow it.” The woman sighed heavily, of course everything would be clear if it was all Regan's arr