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I sighed. For the past six months, since our second wedding anniversary, Andri had been on a one-man mission to fix my marriage. He claimed I was blind. I claimed he was a romantic fool.

My breath caught. I knew that smile. I had seen it exactly once before—on our wedding night, when she’d tripped on her gown and we both burst into unexpected, helpless laughter. For three years, I had been living with a ghost of that woman.

Beautiful? The thought had never seriously crossed my mind. She was Sari . My wife. The quiet presence in the passenger seat, the soft snore from the other side of the bed. review ternyata istriku cantik

I couldn't speak. The woman in the photo was radiant. Not in a supermodel, airbrushed way. In a real way. She looked alive. Engaged. Beautiful. The word landed in my chest like a physical blow.

I pushed the phone back. My hands were trembling. "I have to go." The drive home was a blur. I walked into the apartment and found her exactly where she always was at 7:15 PM—standing at the stove, stirring a pot of vegetable soup. She wore a faded purple sweater and gray sweatpants. Her hair was in a tight bun. Her glasses were slipping down her nose. I sighed

In the photo, Kirana was mid-laugh, holding up a spoonful of gulai. But behind her, slightly out of focus, was a woman at a corner table. She was leaning forward, whispering something to a small child. The woman had her hair down—long, black, and wavy, cascading over the shoulders of a simple cream linen dress. She wasn't wearing glasses. Her face was tilted in profile, and the soft, rainy light from a window caught the line of her jaw, the curve of her cheek, the small, genuine smile as she listened to the child.

"She goes there every Thursday after school," Andri continued, his voice gentler now. "Takes her niece. You didn't know, did you?" I claimed he was a romantic fool

"At a Padang restaurant in Ciputat. Last Thursday. With your niece."