"I heard that Miss Citra has returned to her home, sir." Martin, who was spinning with his laptop, immediately looked at his subordinate who had just entered his room. These few days he had been so busy with the company's sudden surge that he had not been privy to any news. He also did not hold a cell phone for two days and did not expect at all if a woman who had been waiting for a few days ago had returned home. Martin then closed the laptop screen, looking seriously at his subordinate, trying to ascertain whether his hearing was okay or not, considering he had just been so focused on his laptop and didn't really hear what his subordinate was saying. "Citra's home?" asked Martin trying to clarify his hearing, at which point his subordinate nodded his head, indicating that he hadn't misheard. But why hadn't Citra's parents tried to contact him at all? Or had they both contacted him, but he was too busy with his business to notice that Citra's parents had called him? In a hurr
Martin stared in disbelief at the middle-aged woman in front of him. Was he not hearing it wrong right now? How could the middle-aged woman say that she would not marry him off to Citra? It seemed like he had indeed misheard, making him then look seriously at the middle-aged woman, trying to get confirmation of what he had heard."Can you open the gate for me, Tante? I want to meet Citra," Martin said, wondering if he had heard wrongly, and there was no way that Citra's mother could have said she wouldn't marry him off. It was something so impossible, it would never happen. He was sure that the middle-aged woman really liked him as a son-in-law. From the very beginning, it was the middle-aged woman who had always supported her to marry Citra.Citra's mother sighed at Martin's words. She had clearly said that she would not marry Martin to Citra. Now she realized that she had gone too far and forced Citra to marry someone she didn't love, something that would only make her regret her de
Feeling very upset, Martin decided to get back into his car parked in the apartment. He was so angry, how could a security guard stop him and threaten to report him to the police just because he wanted to get into the apartment? Really, this can't be allowed. Of course Martin would give the security guard a warning. He wouldn't let the security guard treat him like this.After getting into the car, the man didn't immediately drive off, but instead waited there. His feelings at this moment were really so chaotic. Citra's parents decided not to marry Citra off to him, and now she couldn't teach the man who lived in this apartment a lesson. This made him feel really upset. How could her day be so messed up like this? Couldn't she get what she wanted?"What's wrong with me, God? Why can't I get whatever I want? I just want love to marry me. Is that so hard?"Martin banged the steering wheel of the car. By now, the man really couldn't contain his anger anymore. Several times he tried to ea
"Martin came here just now, Citra."Citra, who was combing her hair, immediately turned to her mother. The woman was naturally shocked by the information given by her mother. Was she not currently mishearing? How could that man still dare to come here after she had rejected him outright? Shouldn't he have stopped coming and bothering her? Then Citra approached her mother. For some reason she suddenly felt afraid that her mother still wanted her to marry Martin, even though it was clear that she would never want to marry Martin and would leave if she was forced to."But Mommy isn't forcing me to marry Martin again, is she?" Citra asked, trying to look at the middle-aged woman in front of her. Would the middle-aged woman understand her feelings this time and no longer impose her own will? Or would she leave again and never return to this house?Citra's mother flashed a smile. Clearly, she knew that her daughter would never like Martin, and she would not make the mistake again. She would
Moments later, the car Citra was driving arrived at a large apartment in the city. She got out with the fruits that she had bought before deciding to come to Ethan's apartment.A security guard immediately greeted Citra, and from the way the security guard acted, it seemed as if he had known for quite some time the woman who had just gotten out of the car and walked over."Are you going to meet Mr. Ethan, Miss Citra?" the security guard asked in a friendly manner to the woman in front of him. Obviously, he would be friendly to someone who frequently came to this apartment, especially if his intention was not to disturb, but to meet someone who lived in the apartment.Quickly, Citra nodded her head, agreeing to the question the security guard had just asked her. "Yes, sir. I would like to meet the owner of this apartment, who is none other than Ethan. Is he in the apartment or has he left?" Citra asked back while looking seriously at the security guard in front of her.The security gua
After resting for a few days in the apartment, and during that time he had not gone to the office, Ethan decided to go to the office today as well. Moreover, Leona had asked him several times to go to the office because there was a lot of work in the office at the moment. Even though the files had been sent to him personally, he still had to go to the office. It was impossible to just work from home like this. After getting ready, Ethan decided to walk out of his room. His steps then stopped when he saw that his sister also wanted to go out in such neat clothes, making him frown. Where would Amel go this early? Of course he had to know where she was going, afraid that something would happen to her, and the person who could do that was none other than Martin."Where are you going, Amel? You're so neat this early," Ethan asked without turning his gaze towards Amel. The woman today really did look different from usual, as if today was a pretty special day for the woman. The way she was
Ethan was still gobsmacked as he sat at one of the tables in the corner of the bar, accompanied by Leona who seemed to be busy pouring drinks into her own glass. Never did he expect that his decision to comply with Leona's request would lead him to a place like this. "Why are we going here, Leona?" asked Ethan in an incredulous tone. His gaze focused on the woman, trying to understand the reason behind her sudden action. Leona just gave him a meaningful smile as she handed Ethan a glass of drink. She looked so relaxed, as if the bustling atmosphere and pounding music in the bar was the most natural place to spend time. "I wanted to de-stress, Ethan," Leona replied without hesitation. "I think with a few drinks, my mind will be much calmer after a few days of work." Ethan sighed softly, trying to refrain from commenting on Leona's decision. He knew that everyone had their own way of relieving stress. But still, in his opinion, this was not a suitable place for a woman like Leona. H
Seeing Leona holding his hand, made the man lose his breath. How could she stop him just like that, when it was already late at night? Of course he also had to rest at home, because tomorrow he had to go to work. He had a lot of work to do at the office, considering he had been absent for a few days, which meant he had to check a lot of work. "I have to go home, Leona. You rest here." Ethan tried to pull his hand away, hoping she wouldn't keep holding his wrist. But still, the woman seemed reluctant to let go of his wrist and not let him go from there. It made him lose his breath. She didn't know what she was going to do after this, but at least she had to get away from Leona so she could go home quickly. After all, she was sure that Amel must be waiting for her by now. The girl must be worried about her not being home yet. "Please don't be like this, Leona. I have to go home." Again, she tried to get Leona to release her grip from her hand. But still, she was so stubborn and