Citra was now clearly seen moving away from that man, going anywhere that would distance her from him. As much as possible, Citra avoided being noticed as she left the boutique where they were supposed to choose clothes.She couldn't believe what Martin had said, how dare that man steal and create a design based on the dress she had made. The marriage between Citra and that man was completely unwanted by Citra, not even a little bit.Yet, that man had the audacity to create a design matching the dress Citra had intended to wear at her dream wedding."I can't accept any of this, that man has really crossed the line. He shouldn't have acted so rudely. I can't forgive the mistake he's made. I know he's deliberately doing all this to get revenge on me. I... I hate him so much," Citra muttered in her heart.She couldn't even think about what was happening to her now.Everything felt so noisy in her head.A long sigh escaped the woman's mouth as she turned her gaze to look at her surroundin
Ethan let out a long sigh, furrowing his brow as his gaze shifted to a female customer in the cafe whose appearance looked almost identical. He watched every step that took the woman out of his sight."This must all be just my imagination," Ethan thought to himself.Ethan understood that it was all highly improbable. How could she be in the same place as him? Considering that the woman in Ethan's mind was surely busy with her wedding preparations by now.The man could only comfort himself at that moment. A sweet smile now perfectly formed at the corner of Ethan's lips as he tried to stay strong, even though his heart said otherwise. He then shifted his gaze, looking in another direction."Nike," Ethan muttered, as if just realizing there was another man who then carried a plastic bag of orders from the cashier's desk, following the steps of the woman Ethan had previously seen.The man suddenly stood up, straightening his body, which caught Mahira's attention. The woman felt confused a
Amel blinked her eyes, trying to find the right reason and a way to get out of the current problem.She was truly confused about how to retrieve the book that Professor Malik was currently stepping on."You're sure you've taken all the books I asked for, right? Don't tell me you forgot to get the book?" asked Professor Malik, who looked suspiciously at the woman who was just silent as if not thinking about anything at that moment.Professor Malik's gaze was clearly focused on the woman sitting in front of him.Amel felt tired of being blamed constantly, but what could she do? The typical clumsy human who was suddenly announced as a teaching assistant really made Amel feel continuously unlucky about her life.Not wanting to add more problems, Amel was forced to just tell the truth now.Especially seeing the book that now might become more damaged because it was unknowingly caught under the shoe of the man in front of her."I'm sorry, sir. But the book you're looking for is currently un
Amel's condition, still deep in guilt, made her unable to think clearly anymore.She became more sensitive and couldn't hear words like what Professor Malik had said at all.A long sigh escaped Amel's mouth. To hell with all the strange looks people would give her as she left Professor Malik's room with swollen eyes still streaming tears.She also didn't care if her course grade with Professor Malik would be reduced or whatever else according to that man's policies.It was clear how Professor Malik immediately quickened his pace, leaving behind all the work he should have been doing to chase after that woman.For some reason, Professor Malik felt he didn't want there to be any distance between himself and Amel.It didn't matter if at that moment, he would become the center of attention of passersby because he was chasing Amel.The two of them briefly looked like a couple where one was sulking while the other, the male figure, was trying to chase, persuade, and coax her.Professor Mali
Citra closed her eyes, only able to lament her fate that now forced her to face a situation she herself didn't understand how it came to be.A long sigh escaped her lips, her gaze completely fixed on the car's side window, which she found far more interesting than anything else at that moment.Realizing what the woman was doing suddenly made Nike feel certain that something must have clearly happened to her.He knew that something bad must have occurred to her."You still don't want to tell me anything, Citra?" Nike asked, his tone of voice clearly interrogating Citra, questioning what was making the woman daydream and fall silent like this.A long sigh escaped the woman's lips; she didn't want to say or tell the man anything at all right now.For some reason, Citra just wanted to stay quiet and cover up everything that had happened."Let's just go back to my place, okay?" Nike said, once again receiving a nod from the woman.It was clear how Nike could only resign himself at that mom
Citra opened her eyes, then looked around with an expression as if she came from another world.She seemed to just remember what had happened then."Just a dream," Citra muttered in her heart.Citra had gotten a nightmare at that time, she really didn't expect that she would be carried away by such a dream.How could she not? Citra had unintentionally dreamed about herself and Martin standing at the wedding altar.She felt that she had become a bride wearing a wedding dress that she had designed herself.No! Citra would never make that dream come true.It would all feel very painful when it turned out that Martin was the one who got the wedding dress with the wedding gown design made by Citra.Knock! Knock!The sound of knocking on her bedroom door made Citra suddenly look over there."Citra? Are you awake? It's quite late in the afternoon and almost evening. Are you still going to stay inside? You haven't eaten your food since earlier. You probably haven't eaten anything since this m
Ethan didn't know what else he could do now. Everything felt heavy and difficult for him to understand.The shadow of the growing misunderstanding between himself and Citra couldn't escape his mind at all now."I want to explain everything to her. But... is there still time? How can I even meet with her? Right now, I can't contact her at all anymore. I don't know where she is, and I don't know how to reach her again," Ethan muttered in his heart.Currently, Ethan was back at his office.He worked on all his office tasks more quickly, not wanting the problems that kept emerging in his mind and life to grow and hinder his work.No wonder he decided to ignore it temporarily, trying as much as possible not to think about what was happening in his life."Even if everything becomes clearer and that woman knows I don't have any relationship with Mahira, it won't change the reality and fate that she'll still be with Martin, right? What am I really hoping for? It seems nothing will change even
Ethan parked his car in his apartment's parking area."Hello, sir! By the way, Amel will probably be home a bit late tonight. Please tell her I'm attending a dinner with Mr. Leo. I've sent her a message, but her phone seems to be off again. I'm worried she won't be able to read my message and might look for me. So please relay this to Amel, sir," Ethan instructed the security guard at his apartment, wanting to avoid any complications later.He didn't want to leave any room for worry in Amel's mind.If she knew where Ethan had gone, she would surely feel comfortable going straight to rest when she arrived home later."Yes, sir. I'll definitely pass this on to Miss Amel."Ethan nodded; the middle-aged guard had always been reliable.Not once had the guard disappointed Ethan whenever he left messages with him.A long sigh escaped his lips as he began walking through the lonely apartment corridor once again.Faintly, the echoes of laughter he used to hear accompanying his steps seemed to