"I don't understand why would you need more time. You're 34 this year, you've been with him for five years. Five. Years. What are you still waiting for? Until you've reached 40? Until it's too late? You need more time... for what? It's not like he earns a hundred a month, or he's some kinda drug addict, alcoholic, abusive, or anything like that. He has a house, a car, a job that pays well, he has everything, Alya. I really don't understand why can't you have a baby right now. Need more time... FOR WHAT? You're already 34. I had 4 kids when I was 34. Your grandmother had grandchildren when she was 34."The way my mother nags at 4 in the morning when I'm struggling with jet lag, oh God. Please stop this. Should I pretend there's a problem with the connection? Create some buzzing sounds then hang up? But I can't really blame her. She's right with all her arguments, since she didn't know the real issue between Calvin and I. And it's 4p.m. in Jakarta, that's why she's so energetic with h

It was such a hassle when Calvin's bodyguards had to do the entire body-check and background-check with the delivery guy as well as the food he's delivering that the next order arrived just in time when I was allowed to take my fried chicken upstairs. By then, the entire process continued with the second delivery guy, and as expected, with the third too. I finally able to come back with a bucket of friend chicken, a bowl of ramen, and a pack of Chinese fried rice forty-five minutes later that I hurry to the kitchen only to realise the dining table that's located next to it has a variety of food on it. I gasp at the choice of food especially the mouthwatering, steaming hot bowl of noodle -it's my favorite ramen from Scarlett's favorite Japanese restaurant which later on, has becoming my favorite too- and a plate of beautifully, appetisingly decorated golden Chinese fried rice next to it, that my head snaps towards Calvin to see him shrugging his shoulders, "I thought you're hungry s

Honey's POV 🍯I had a stressful day yesterday trying to squeeze everything between registering our marriage at the courthouse, attending all the important meetings, and rushing to finish everything before six because I aimed to have dinner with my baby since we're officially married by law now, to celebrate and commemorate the day as man and wife. All that while dealing with my aching body due to sleeping on the couch last night, and of course, mending my broken heart that keeps on shattering into pieces every time my wife ignores me. That sums up yesterday. But today, this morning, when I open my eyes, I have this feeling of knowing my day will be a good one because it starts with a view of my beautiful wife, only to get yelled at with such disgust shown on her face. My heart drops again at her sudden outburst but I guess I'm an expert at this; all she did ever since she left five years ago is getting mad at me. At first I was taken aback with her reaction and decided to leave

Being a goal oriented person along with such self-entitled personality, nobody can say no to Genevieve persuasion that unfortunately she has also passed down those quality traits to her eldest so I had two girls of different age breathing my neck until I say 'yes' to Italy. I'm sure it has nothing to do with Honey because he always assured me I didn't have to fall for the girls' tricks about guilting me into an agreement, in fact he offered to talk about it with them, to stop making me so uncomfortable with their relentless begging. But I'm one of the trio, so I understand them better than anyone. They just want the entire quorum to be there because each one of us know we're gonna have so much fun with each other's company. Hence the yes. Honey must have felt so guilty with his daughter and granddaughter's behaviour that he mentioned about the reward I hadn't thought about redeeming in the next few months; a ticket to Jakarta. It's spring right now which is the weather I pretty m

"You can see me?!" She is so shocked to the point of freaking out, "Oh my God! You can see me!" Movements followed through with the mattress dipping as if she has jumped off the bed. I quickly sit up, the smirk I had earlier has been wiped away from my face, "No, no I can't see you, I'm still wearing this eye mask, Alya." "B-but-""I swear I can't see you. I made a promise last night, didn’t I? That I won't remove this until you ask me to. I promise, Alya. I promise I won't see you if you don’t allow me." "So you... really can't see me?" I shake my head eagerly, "I can't." "Prove it!" What? Prove it? How am I going to prove it when I'm in the blind here? "Prove it, Calvin. Show me you did as you promised." I sigh when I feel heat nearing me, she must be coming back to the bed after jumping off just now. "How many fingers am I showing now?" Is this a trick question? If I don't answer her she's gonna be angrier but if I do answer her, she's gonna be angry too for whatever reas