Who is it?

The family court is a place where the official bond between a married couple can be dissolved. Some people view the family court as a terrifying place, while others see it as the beginning of a new chapter, a fresh start toward happiness.

Selvia sat in the waiting area outside the courtroom, accompanied by her lawyer, Benny, anxiously awaiting her call to enter the room. A mixture of fear and disappointment clouded her thoughts. The marriage that had lasted for five years was about to come to an end in the family court.

Not everyone desires a divorce from someone they once loved. The feelings that once united them in love can turn to resentment, blame, and mutual accusations.

“Ms. Selvia, it seems that Mr. Yulius will not be attending the hearing, he’s been represented by his lawyer,” Benny informed her.

“It’s alright, Pak Ben. Maybe this is for the best. I don’t even want to see Ius,” Selvia replied, her voice tinged with resignation.

Moments later, the names Selvia Kamaludin and Yulius Santoso were called to enter the courtroom. The first hearing for their divorce proceeded without any obstacles. There was an agreement to part ways amicably, and Selvia had relinquished custody of their son.

After the first hearing, Selvia met with Yulius's lawyer.

“Ms. Selvia, if there are no further issues, the second hearing, with witnesses, could finalize the divorce,” the lawyer explained.

“I understand,” Selvia nodded.

“If there’s nothing else you wish to say to Mr. Yulius, I will take my leave,” the lawyer continued.

“Wait,” Selvia said, her voice barely above a whisper.

“Yes, Ms. Selvia?”

“How is Kenzo?”

“Kenzo is doing fine, Ms. Selvia.”

“Could I see him? Please, just for a moment.”

“I’ll inform Mr. Yulius,” the lawyer responded.

Selvia fell silent, her heart heavy. She was in an unfavorable position, and her infidelity had cost her the right to custody of her only son.

Time passed quickly, and three months later, it was time for the final judgment in her divorce with Yulius. Selvia chose not to attend, knowing full well what the outcome would be.

“It’s better if I just go to Diandra’s house,” she muttered to herself as she drove.

She smiled faintly. Diandra, after all, was a princess in every sense of the word. Born into wealth, married to a rich man, and with two children, Diandra seemed to have it all. When Diandra saw Selvia pull up, she immediately rushed outside to greet her.

“Sel, come in,” Diandra invited warmly.

“Okay.”

Diandra listened intently as Selvia explained the insurance offer she was presenting. Selvia knew Diandra likely already had insurance, but it didn’t hurt to try.

“I’ll talk it over with Mas Andre later,” Diandra said.

“Thank you, Di. Please, help me.”

“Is something wrong, Sel? If you don’t mind, would you share?”

Selvia sighed deeply, deciding to confide in Diandra about the end of her marriage. Diandra looked at her with sympathy, understanding her feelings. If she were in Selvia’s shoes, perhaps she would have done the same.

“Sel, stay the night at my house,” Diandra offered gently.

“No, Di. I don’t want to impose on your husband,” Selvia protested.

“Sel, my husband won’t mind,” Diandra reassured her.

“I don’t know him well enough,” Selvia said hesitantly.

“Well, how can you get to know him if you’ve never met? Come on, just stay for the night,” Diandra insisted, her voice filled with warmth.

Selvia paused, considering whether to stay at Diandra’s house or return to her apartment, which felt lonely and empty.

“Alright, but don’t regret it,” Selvia finally agreed.

“How could I regret it? You’re my friend, Sel,” Diandra said with a reassuring smile.

“Thank you, Di.”

“You’re welcome, Sel. Oh, I need to pick up the kids now.”

“Don’t you have a driver, Di?”

“I do, but he’s visiting his family. So I’ll go pick them up myself.”

“I’ll drive you.”

“No need, Di. Just relax at home. Let Mbak Mia handle everything,” Diandra insisted.

Selvia nodded, realizing it was easier to follow Diandra’s wishes.

“Sel, you can stay in my room. You can shower there.”

“No, Di. I’ll use the guest bathroom.”

“The guest room is being tidied up by Mbak Mia. It’s okay, really. If you want to freshen up, you can use my bathroom,” Diandra urged.

“No, Di.”

“Enough with the protests, come on, follow me,” Diandra said as she gently tugged on Selvia’s hand.

Selvia was in awe of the luxurious room, so different from her own modest space. Diandra’s life seemed so fortunate.

“Here’s some clothes for you. Go ahead and shower,” Diandra said with a playful nudge, pushing Selvia toward the bathroom.

As Selvia stepped into the lavish bathroom, she couldn’t help but marvel at the opulence. When else would she have the chance to bathe in such a luxurious setting?

She let herself enjoy the warm water cascading over her, the lavender-scented body wash that relaxed her senses as it enveloped her skin. She wondered how much more thrilling it would be if a man were to touch her while she showered.

After finishing her shower, Selvia wrapped herself in a kimono towel Diandra had provided, using another towel to wrap her wet hair. However, she was startled when a strong pair of arms suddenly embraced her from behind, burying her head in the crook of her neck.

“Done showering, darling? You smell amazing,” a deep voice said as Selvia was enveloped in a warm embrace.

Selvia was shocked

to be hugged by a man. Was this… Diandra’s husband?