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Olive couldn't hold back her laughter. Her stomach was hurting each time she looked at the invitation that she had intentionally prepared for Diana. She had resolved not to hide anything about the invitation she intended to give directly to the woman whose face she hadn't forgotten. How could she just forget her? Ugh!

"Are your legs still sore?" Thomas asked while placing a cup of tea in front of his wife. The sofa in the living room was now under the sole possession of Olive.

"They still are," she complained as she placed the invitation on the table. "My legs are killing me."

Thomas laughed. "I'm the one who should be complaining about that."

Olive pouted. "You never really care about me."

She then got up from her comfortable seat. Ignoring Thomas's annoying laughter, she headed to the kitchen. Olive wasn't lying when she said she was tired. The nearly three-hour journey from Thomas's apartment to Bogor was fun, but it had left Olive's butt numb.<