Rendy sat on the sofa, enjoying a cup of freshly brewed coffee. His head was leaning back, his eyes slightly closed, trying to calm his mind after so much had happened. Sara, after making sure Dinda was okay in her room, approached Rendy with slow steps.
“Dinda looks very happy,” Sara whispered as she sat beside Rendy, her eyes looking at him full of hope. “I’m glad to see her cheerful again.”
Rendy opened his eyes, smiling slightly. “Yes, she is indeed a strong child. It’s nice to see her laugh again.”
Sara spun her coffee cup in her hand, hesitating for a moment before finally asking, “Last night, you mentioned your plan. Are you serious about taking Dinda to the Child Protection Commission so we can win custody?”
Rendy turned his head,
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“What do you mean? What cyst?” Sebastian blinked, staring at the small screen on his phone, feeling his heart beat faster. The emergency information he had just received made him pause in front of his door, but then he ran to the car without thinking. He knew that something serious had happened to his wife. He had to get to the hospital immediately. His voice was hoarse as he spoke to the hospital operator, trying to get a grasp of the situation as quickly as possible. “This is a complication… You need to come to the hospital immediately and sign the consent form for surgery as soon as possible.” The voice was flat but urgent. Sebastian pressed the accelerator, his eyes scanning the road anxiously. His breathing was erratic, his mind spinning with various bad scenarios. His heart was filled with overwhelming fear—his wife, Sara, had always seemed healthy. They had just celebrated their wedding anniversary last week, and there had been no sign of anything like this happening. She
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“Sebastian, listen to me. You need to know something.” Sara’s voice was firm, but Sebastian could feel the tension behind it. They had been in this uncomfortable situation for a few minutes, but Sara’s next words would change everything. “What else do you want to explain?” Sebastian asked in a flat tone, trying to remain calm even as his anger boiled beneath the surface. He didn’t know what else Sara could say after the affair was revealed. Sara took a deep breath, then in a bold tone, said, “I may be married to you, but that doesn’t mean I lose my sexual freedom. Just because we’re married doesn’t mean I’m completely yours.” Sebastian was silent. His eyes stared at Sara sharply, waiting for the continuation of her sentence, but in his heart, he could hardly believe what he had just heard. “As a woman, I have the right to explore my own desires. I don’t think this is wrong. We haven’t been together for a long time, so I—I have the right to find my happiness elsewhere!” Sara conti
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"Who is Rich Daddy, Dinda? I am your only father!" Sebastian's voice trembled, trying to hold back his burning anger. But the words came out louder than he intended. Dinda frowned, looking at her father with a scared look. She took a few steps back, slowly releasing her grip on Sebastian. “No, Dad! Rich Daddy is good. He often gives me toys!” Dinda shouted, her voice getting higher. Hearing those words made Sebastian's chest feel tight as if something was strangling him. How could Sara bring another man into their daughter's life and make Dinda believe that there was another father figure who replaced him? Sebastian knelt in front of Dinda, trying to calm his anger and speak more softly. "Dinda, only me is your father. No one else. Whoever the man your mother brought here is, he is not your father." However, his words did not reach Dinda. His eyes began to fill with tears, and he began to tremble in fear. "Why is you angry? I don't like you angry!" Suddenly Dinda pushed Se
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“Ah, Sebastian. You remember, right? This land is under my name. You gave it to me as our wedding gift. Even the house you built with great difficulty, it’s all mine now.” Sebastian fell silent, his heart felt like it was being squeezed. That house was where he had placed his hopes and dreams, every stone he had stacked was a manifestation of his love and dedication to their little family. He used to think that the house would be a place where they would grow old together, watching their children grow up. But now, reality hit him. Sara not only claimed the property but also lived there with another man—her lover. The thought of that stranger sitting in the living room, walking on the floor that Sebastian had once built with his own hands, was something he could barely accept. Sebastian’s lawyer coughed softly, drawing his attention back to the pile of documents in front of him. “You need to sign this as soon as possible. The longer we delay, the worse the situation will be. Especia
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"Dinda, honey, let's go back to sleep," Sebastian said softly, holding back the emotional turmoil that was still swirling inside him. He looked at his daughter lovingly, realizing that this argument was not something a child should hear. "Mommy and daddy are just talking, there's nothing for you to worry about." Dinda stood in the doorway, confused. Her eyes moved from Sebastian to Sara, then to the lawyer sitting quietly beside her mother. Her expression did not show fear, but confusion, as if she was trying to understand this complicated situation. Sebastian's heart sank when he saw his daughter's innocent face. He opened his arms, wanting to hug Dinda, trying to give her the sense of security she needed. "Come here, honey. Daddy's here." However, Dinda did not immediately run into his arms. Instead, she looked at her mother, then turned to the lawyer who was sitting calmly, not the least bit disturbed by the tension in the room. Dinda hesitated for a moment, then what happe
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Hearing all this, Sebastian almost fainted. The emotions burning in his heart could not be contained. In an instant, anger took over him. With a swift movement, he knocked the lawyer to the ground and grabbed his neck tightly. “You are indeed a cowardly man, a traitor! Insolent!” He could not understand that the person in front of him was a traitor, a person who had messed up everything he had. However, as the situation was getting out of control and the atmosphere in the room was tense, his wife ran over, quickly breaking a vase on Sebastian’s head. The sound of the broken ceramics made him jump, as if making him realize the bitter reality that he had to face. Sebastian could not believe what was happening. In an instant, he was arrested by the police. His wife, who was now standing next to the lawyer with a straight face, claimed that he had intentionally hurt someone. Even their little daughter, Dinda, who had always been considered his hope and happiness, testified against
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“Yes, but we need to talk quickly. Things are getting worse out there. If there’s anything you need to say, now is the time,” the old man replied, glancing around at the policeman who stood there in fear. The chief of police was watching the situation anxiously, and he certainly knew how scary it was to get on the wrong side of the respected family’s caretaker. He fought to keep his cool, but his face showed how worried he was about what was going to happen next. Sebastian swallowed, trying to gather his words. “There’s a lot going on and I can’t explain it all right now, but I’m innocent. My wife… she set this up. I’m the victim of all this.” The chief of the family’s caretaker nodded, understanding the complex situation Sebastian was in. “I believe what you say. However, it’s important to remember that we need evidence and a strategy to turn this around.” As the argument continued, the policeman asserted himself and tried to press for an explanation. “Sir, we were just doing
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“But what about everything here? My life…” he answered, hesitant. He didn’t want to leave Isabella like this. “The family needs you now more than ever. This could open a new path for everyone, including Isabella and your child in the future.” The old man spoke wisely, triggering considerations in Sebastian’s mind. Finally, Sebastian felt a mixture of emotions—sadness for the loss of his mother, anxiety, but also a sense of responsibility for his father who seemed unlikely to last. Maybe, for him, it was time to try to understand the relationship even though there were many wounds that needed to be healed. “Okay, I’ll come back,” he said, his tone firm but deep down, he knew that this was a big step, full of challenges. Coming back, not only for his father, but also for himself. As the car moved away from the city, hopes and doubts mixed, but in his mind there was a belief that every step he took next would give new colors to his life and perhaps, could restore something that