Seira sighed wearily, running her hands through her hair, letting it fall in a much messier state. The wind around her was quite cold, but once again, she didn't care. She quickly reached into her bag, grabbing her cigarette box and lighter. She clamped it between her lips, which still had traces of red lipstick, one of the few things she could manage. She lit it up quickly.Inhaling slowly and exhaling forcefully, she created a dense puff of smoke. "You can wear this. It's cold outside."Seira just looked up and brushed away the blazer that had just been offered to her. "Sit down, I want to talk."Nathan felt like he'd been hit by a storm with a magnitude of thousands on the Richter scale! Crazy! He was already going crazy because he didn't know where Naina was tonight. The girl had escaped, dear God! He had just come home and was about to prepare himself and Naina for Surabaya! Preparing for Surabaya required a very strong mentality, you know. So when Naina wa

Her eyes were already open, man! How long did she cry? As far as she could remember, as soon as she got into the room, she climbed onto the bed, curled up in her blanket, and couldn't remember anything except her mother with that annoying brat. Her lips puckered suddenly, even though her eyes hadn't fully opened yet. Still lazy, even though the alarm had blared multiple times, calling her.Her hand reached around, vaguely looking at the figure in front of her. "When did you change your hair color, Bae?" she said hoarsely. "And why do you smell so good? You even smell like Mom." She frowned. "Not funny, Thomas, if you used my perfume so I could feel Mom's presence.""Get up properly, Liv," Seira said with a cheeky grin.Olive immediately stared wide-eyed. She woke up suddenly, not caring if the abrupt movement gave her a headache. So she complained of pain, making Seira panic immediately."What's wrong with you?""Is this mom for real, or a ghost? W

Robert opened the door for Seira as she walked out of the spacious building. He was puzzled by the address she had given him. It was completely different from the address of her house on Gajah Mada Street. Could it be that, besides taking care of her sick child, she had met someone else last night?Pushing away his sudden negative thoughts, Robert chose to greet Seira with a broad smile."Am I late?" Seira asked. She was wearing a white blouse with ruffled layers at the chest, a calf-length skirt with an abstract black floral print. She looked radiant. Today, she had swapped her heels for the same white sneakers that matched her blouse. Her hair was simple, with a large curl at the ends of her long red hair, and a pearl-encrusted headband elegantly holding some of her hair in the middle.And not to forget her natural makeup that perfectly matched her outfit. Truly breathtaking.She actually got a headache thinking about her clothing choices. Most of her d

"Sit down," Robert ordered again, ignoring Daniel's scowl, which resembled a bull. He also ignored Marta's disapproving look as she sat in front of him."Our business agreement remains intact, Mr. Budi. Don't worry. Your daughter is still single, and so is my younger brother. Rather than being with me, who can't look away from the woman next to me, causing her suffering, I don't want that to happen."Budi Hardjo fell silent."There's nothing wrong with giving them a chance to get to know each other. I'm sure their rejection is only for now. Once they get closer, if we give them time, their relationship will surely develop quickly," Robert said."No, no!" they both replied in unison."Now, Mr. Budi, can you see? They're so compatible, right?"Budi finally chuckled. "Mr. Robert always manages to surprise me. I feel touched by this." He nodded slowly. "I think I was too pushy with Marta, forcing my will on her.""Oh, not at all," Robert

Robert observed every item that Seira picked up and placed in the shopping cart. He was somewhat puzzled about why Seira was buying so much this afternoon."Aren't you only planning to make beef ribs soup?" Robert asked, voicing his curiosity. "Why are there cooking oil and tissue paper here?"Seira remained silent."Syrup too. What's it for?" Robert was still trying to engage her in conversation. Since their return from lunch, Seira hadn't uttered a word. Even when he got close to trigger her emotions, she remained like a statue. Usually, Seira hated it when he approached and kissed her without any reason.But earlier?To be honest, Robert was a bit afraid. What did he do wrong?It's not that. After they bid farewell to his mother, Seira had been so affectionate with him, accepting hugs from his mother. They weren't usually like that."Seira," Robert called once more. "Are you angry?"Seira focused on choosing the brand of sug