In the name of humanity, Tata is here. She watches how the body lies helpless, various life-supporting devices attached to Rieka. Her chest rises and falls weakly. Her face is gaunt, as if the flesh that covers her bones has vanished. Her eyes are half-closed. From Tata's current position, she can see the pain Rieka is experiencing now.In the past, that face used to look so cynical at Tata. The words that came out of those lips often hurt without remedy, except maybe... an apology. But how could that figure apologize when, just to stay alive, her body was supported by so many machines?"Mom's condition dropped not long after Ottis's second marriage, Tata," Nilam informs her. There's no longer any sarcasm in her voice or high-pitched tones, let alone the cynical look in the eyes of the woman standing beside her. Her presence alone is a joy because she can say, "Forgive Mom, Tata. Mom was wrong to you and Mbak. Forgive me too." Nilam sobs. "I was wrong to you.""

Tata had given full power to Ningrum as her lawyer to handle everything related to the marital assets. The process has been going on for almost four months, and today is the day she's been waiting for.Different from the divorce trial, Ottis, who came, just sits silently in the corner with a melancholic look. Not much talking, as if losing his former dominance that once made Tata feel small.Last time she remembers, Ottis wasn't as gloomy as this. What's really going on? Accompanied by Jenni, Tata is busy thinking about Ottis, also wondering if her ex-husband is really involved in a significant case."The Chairman of the Panel decided on the division of the house located at Duta Mas Complex, Angkasa Street No. 58 RT 010 RW 001, Jagakarsa Village, Jagakarsa District, each party receiving fifty percent of the proceeds from the sale."Previously, Tata had been informed. Although only an estimate from Ningrum as her legal representative, she didn't expect the

"Was your weekend bad, Ta?" Jenni asks as she slices her steak thinly. Her fondness for eating tenderloin cooked well-done can't be stopped. Every time they eat out, her choice always falls on her favorite restaurant. Luckily, there are other menu options besides steak, so Tata doesn't worry too much about her friend's choice."My weekend was fine, actually." Tata gently stirs the smoothie that accompanies her lunch today."But why are you gloomy?"Tata furrows her brow. "I'm not gloomy, Jen, just thinking.""Uh-huh!" Jenni scoffs. She's already finished another piece of steak. "Is it Ottis's debt?""Oh, my God!" Tata is astonished. "Why would I think about that? He can't do anything about it anymore. How else could he repay the money unless he hands over the ownership of the house to me?"Jenni chuckles. What Tata says is indeed true. Considering it's been two weeks since the court decision regarding the division of assets that Tata has bee

Every living being will meet their Creator. Tata firmly believes that. Although not overly religious, she tries her best to fulfill her obligations. This includes believing that death is as close as a heartbeat, and therefore, living as virtuously as possible. Good deeds alone may not necessarily be rewarded with beauty, but what if one continues to do wrong? Although everything done has consequences, logic says, "Do good first. God knows how to repay it."Just like now. She never imagined having to stand in a crowd mostly dressed in black. The scorching sun doesn't deter many from continuing the procession. There are tears and mournful glances among the gathering. Especially from the woman always accompanied by the teary-eyed little girl. The woman wails repeatedly, calling 'mother' over and over again, sometimes even having to be carried as she suddenly weakens.However, the woman vehemently refuses to step aside. As if unwilling to leave one moment on her last day s

Tata was reading the report Gina had sent half an hour ago through her email. The café she visited this time wasn't too far from where Echa had her counseling session. For the past week, this woman deliberately stayed in Kuala Lumpur. Besides relieving stress, she also had to meet clients in Johor Bahru. Gina had scheduled a meeting for the day after tomorrow with many important discussions.The atmosphere in this café isn't much different from the ones in Jakarta. Most people just stop by for a moment, then leave with a few cups of their orders. Or if someone chooses to stay, they're pretty much like Tata; busy looking at their work screen. One by one, she finishes her tasks. She's not someone who enjoys spending time without doing anything."May I... sit here?"Tata looks up, her eyes widening as she finds out who's talking in front of her. Rahayu."Sorry, don't chase me away just yet. I beg you," she pleads, even though Tata hasn't said a