Sekar arrived at Demian's office, not to meet him, but to gather her personal belongings that were still left on her desk.
Knock!
Knock!
Knock!
"Come in!" Demian’s baritone voice echoed from inside.
Sekar took a deep breath. Though hesitant, she had to face Demian. Her plan for the morning was clear: hand in her resignation letter, gather all her things, and say her goodbyes to everyone on the floor.
"Honey, are you here because you've changed your mind about continuing our marriage?" Demian stood up from his chair, ready to embrace Sekar, but she stepped back, avoiding him.
"Sorry, Demian. But I’m here to hand this over." Sekar thrust the white envelope at Demian's chest, pushing it roughly. The action made Demian flinch.
Demian gave a wry smile, then took the letter and read it.
