The sky over Jakarta that afternoon was gray. Amid the noisy traffic, a woman stood anxiously outside a small café in the Senopati district. Tasha clutched her bag tightly, her breath shaky as she pushed open the glass door and stepped inside.
In a quiet corner of the café, Evelyn was already waiting. Dressed in a simple white blouse, with no heavy makeup, her calm aura only made Tasha more nervous.
“Tasha,” Evelyn greeted her with a flat tone.
Tasha sat down slowly, lowering her gaze before speaking. “Thank you... for agreeing to meet me.”
Evelyn folded her arms across her chest, her expression cold. “Why now? After everything that’s happened?”
Tasha took a deep breath. “Because I can’t keep pretending. Everything Selena’s done... everything I helped plan... it was wrong. And I—”
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