The cigarette smoke curled and spiraled as Mahya gazed out over the rooftop of the Channel Insight office – the newsroom where she worked. She was waiting for the editor to arrive for a discussion before taking action.Mahya was preparing herself for a promotion, after three years as a junior investigative reporter without any advancement."You're here already?" she greeted the black-haired woman who had just emerged from the emergency exit."Yeah. So, any ideas for coverage?" she inquired, probing. Her brown eyes widened as if demanding a satisfactory answer from her conversational partner.Mahya smirked. The two women in their late twenties exchanged glances in silence. Mahya certainly had something to offer the editor. But before that, she wanted to pique the editor's curiosity even further."Do you remember the medical businessman featured in SOWA magazine? I've sniffed out something fishy about him.""SOWA? Which edition, geez!""Last month. Huh, can't even remember!""Hmm..."The
"Compensation?" Mahya frowned. She didn't understand what the caller meant. What did she do wrong?"Hello?!" The voice kept calling, this time with a slightly higher tone. Mahya, whose patience was as thin as tissue paper, was certainly angry."Wrong number!" she snapped, then unilaterally hung up the phone.The Channel Insight office was already quite empty, the time showing nine in the evening. Mahya - who happened to have no overtime duties - would certainly be preparing to go home, before another phone call, once again, disturbed her."Hello?!" This time, Mahya's voice rose. She didn't want to lose in this second battle."It's me, Seno Adhijaya. You said earlier that you would compensate me!""Se-Seno?"Mahya reflexively covered her mouth. "Oh my!" she muttered immediately. Mahya completely forgot that she had planned such a scenario. Her brain was too busy with the investigation proposal. She forgot something very important: the informant."Mr. Seno! Um, sorry, I thought you were
"Why do you speak like that, Sir?" Mahya asked, trying to be patient. She couldn't stand it if Lara was belittled by her own husband."What am I talking about?""Wife equals mistress.""Well. Aren't they hidden? The wives of conglomerates are not displayed to avoid scandal.""W—what?"Mahya shot Seno's words sharply with pent-up anger. But it seemed she couldn't contain herself any longer."You don't know, do you?""Ar—are you really thinking like that?""That's the reality."Mahya gaped, instead of being angry, she now felt sorry for the new businessman's mentality. It couldn't be left unchecked.Mahya immediately grabbed a bottle of mineral water untouched by its owner—Seno—and suddenly poured it on the owner, without much thought."It seems like your brain needs cooling down!" Mahya exclaimed roughly."YOU!" Seno of course was furious. He never expected the woman he was trying to flirt with to end up embarrassing him like this.Seno's clothes were wet from the sudden downpour."Sir!
Lara was surprised. There was no one in this large house. Seno had warned her not to look for anyone and briefly accompanied her into the house to put their things away. True to his word, he had to leave for an important meeting. She didn't know what meeting it was."Where's Bi Yani?" Lara asked, just before Seno stepped out of their house.The sound of his shoe taps fell silent, indicating that the man was pondering something. She saw his face furrow, as if he was thinking of giving her an answer she awaited."Bi Yani is still on vacation. She'll be back tomorrow," he said, smiling at her.Lara was slightly suspicious but had no reason to scold him. After all, according to him, Bi Yani might indeed be resting at her own residence. Tomorrow she would find out the truth.***The night gradually descended, darkness had taken over this residence. Seno hadn't shown any sign of returning at this hour. Lara tried calling his husband's cell phone several times, but all she got was a busy tone
The reason behind Seno's absence at his home is because he is currently with Olivia. Intimate kisses, warm embraces, and moans of pleasure filled the air between them. There was no piece of cloth separating them. And now, both Seno and Olivia were lying limp, powerless. "Damn it," cursed Olivia, after she removed the condom filled with Seno's essence from his manhood. Why were they using a condom? Even though Olivia herself could never conceive-at least, Seno should be careful. He didn't want any illegitimate children to be born out of this relationship. Olivia sighed as she looked at Seno, who was sound asleep in the embrace of dreams, with a few percent of alcohol still dominating his body. The girl had no intention of spending the night with Lara's husband. It's just that, the bartender at the club they usually visited together suddenly contacted her. "Your man is heavily drunk, Miss," the bartender said when he called Olivia. The man even knew Seno as Olivia's boyfriend, not L
The sun began to rise, and Seno's head throbbed. He squinted as the bright light hit his face. "Where am I?" Seno muttered. He couldn't remember anything. Last night, he was very drunk. Mahya's rejection wounded his pride. Somehow, Seno ended up venting his disappointment through alcohol, and this was the result. "Good morning, Darling," Olivia greeted with her mischievous smile. Her fingers pulled the blanket covering Seno's body halfway, creating an enticing silhouette for her. "Olivia?" Seno blinked. How did he end up in Olivia's apartment? "Tell me, what happened?" Seno began to get up from the bed and tried to put on his clothes, while Olivia seemed to enjoy seeing the reaction of her secret lover. "Why are you so surprised, Darling? Aren't you used to be here?" Olivia taunted. She didn't even intend to answer Seno's question and wanted to play with Lara's husband. "Damn!" Seno growled. He quickly put on his pants and shirt, then checked his phone. "Damn it!" Seno cursed after
"Oh no...." Once again, Lara slipped. The gravel in this alley was indeed quite sharp. She'd been walking around the market all day, but still couldn't find Bi Yani's house. "Where is it, her house?" she guessed, but to no avail.She went over the address she saw on Bi Yani's job application form when she applied to be her maid. It should be here, in the Duku village. Somehow, the house listed didn't exist. "Is Bi Yani a ghost or something?" she muttered. The house number 40 written on the form was an empty house. The house was even overgrown with weeds, and its walls seemed rotten, covered in moss and fungus.The sun slowly rose, and the atmosphere became quite hot. Her shadow was almost non-existent, meaning it might be close to noon now. "Hhhh...." she sighed. Feeling desperate.She didn't tell anyone that she was looking for Bi Yani's house, so Seno wouldn't suspect. That man didn't even come home yesterday. She could even guess where her husband was. The pain surged through her h
"What did you say? Speak slowly," Andre said, unaware of the trouble Lara was in. The woman appeared to be panting while holding her increasingly large stomach. No one could say how worried Andre was about Lara's condition. First, he lifted Lara's body and then gently pushed her to the sidewalk to avoid being hit by passing cars. "Phone, police," Lara said breathlessly. "To ... call." Andre held both of Lara's shoulders and began to gaze deeply into her eyes. Andre's eyes radiated concern and curiosity. What exactly was happening to this woman? "Why should I call the police?" Andre asked carefully. He watched Lara's every move, which seemed unstable, then reluctantly grabbed Lara's hand to help her calm down a bit. "Lara ... tell me, why should I call the police?" "There's a fight over there, Andre! Please! My maid is in danger! I have to go there ..." Lara pointed to a row house with green paint across from them. Indeed, there were shouts and curses coming from that direction, bu