Hidden Marriage With My Imperfect CEO

In Nico's car, Tara immediately held Anya's hand reflexively, like when she used to check her health. "Come here. Let me check your health. Maybe you are pregnant."

"Are you crazy? I don't even have a boyfriend," Anya immediately hit Tara's head with exasperation. "You hang out with Nico too much that you turn the same as him."

Tara let out a loud laughter. "My grandfather also said that I've become like Nico now. Getting even more naughty,"

Anya ruffled Tara's hair with her free hand. "The important thing is you are happy," she said with a smile.

"Give me your other hand," Tara immediately looked serious.

Anya didn't dare to speak again and immediately held out her hand to Tara. After a while, the expression on Tara's face finally calmed down a little.

"Why are you suddenly being serious like that? You scared me. I'm not pregnant right?" Anya said half jokingly.

"Anya, what have you been doing for the last two years?" Tara looked closely at her friend.

"Learn, learn and learn. I don't even have time to breathe. That way, I don't need to think about anything else," Anya said calmly.

"You are still 23 years old but your body is very old. I told you to take care of your health. If you continue like this, how can you have more children later?" Tara said angrily.

"I finished my studies which should have been completed in three years in just two years. What do you think I did that for?" Anya asked with a bitter smile. "I'm still 23 years old, but I've been divorced and lost my child. Do you think I'm back with Raka? He knows everything about me, and all my bad past. I'll never be able to come back with him,"

Anya took a deep breath and looked out the window coldly. "Tara, I'm back to find out what really happened two years ago."

"I know. That's why I'm accompanying you," Tara looked at her sincerely.

For the past two years, Anya had continued to study morning and night to finish her studies faster. She spent all her energy and mind studying, not wanting to think about other things.

She had lost a child, she had been forced to divorce the husband she loved so much, but until now she still didn't know the reason why.

The Atmajaya family was the most influential family in this city and Anya was nothing. What could she do to force them?

However, this problem had made Anya suffer for two years.

Nico couldn't reach Raka's cellphone and headed to the baggage claim. There, he found that Anya's suitcase had not yet been taken and Raka had disappeared.

As he was about to leave, a man who recognized his status as the Atmajaya Family told him that he saw a messenger from the Mahendra Family taking Raka away from the airport forcibly.

Nico thanked the man and got back into the car. As he walked, he made a call to the Mahendra Family home. When the servant answered the call, she immediately gave it to Irena.

"Auntie, Raka said he would return to Indonesia today. I picked him up at the airport, but I couldn't find him. I'm worried for him. Is Raka home?" Nico asked from the phone.

"Nico, don't worry. Raka has come home," Irena replied with a smile. "I know you two are close friends, but I didn't expect that you would pick up Raka today. Sorry you went to the airport in vain,"

"It's good if Raka is fine. I'll see him next time," after knowing Raka's whereabouts, Nico ended the call.

Raka was suddenly forcibly taken home from the airport. Of course it was because the Mahendra family did not want him to be with Anya. In addition, they were afraid that reporters would take their pictures.

Nico wanted to put Anya's suitcase into his car, but Tara stopped him and put the suitcase into her own car. After that, Tara gave her car's key to Nico's driver, asking him to help get the car to her clinic.

"Auntie, don't contact Raka for several days. If there's anything you need, just tell me," Nico said sincerely.

Anya didn't say much and just nodded.

The Mahendra family was afraid that Anya would continue to depend on Raka and wanted to become the daughter-in-law so they forcibly took Raka home.

Anya never wanted that. She didn't want to be part of the Mahendra Family.

Nico drove the car and forty minutes later, he arrived at the old house of the Atmajaya Family.

This was the first time Anya had visited the old house of the Atmajaya Family. The house had an antique style, as if to maintain its authenticity.

Nico rang the doorbell and waited a few minutes before someone came to answer the door.

The person who opened the door was a middle-aged woman, around 50 years old. Seeing Nico in front of her, the woman bursted into tears. "Young master, Madame Maria misses you."

"Mrs. Dwi, look who it's," Nico smiled broadly and tilted his body.

Dwi saw the person behind her and immediately recognized Anya. "Madame Anya, Miss Tara, you come too! Please come in!"

Anya recognized the middle aged woman in front of her. She had met this woman several times at the Atmajaya family house. Even though she didn't really know her, Dwi was not a bad person in her eyes.

"Mrs. Dwi, where is my mother?" Nico asked.

"Mrs. Maria is inside. Let me take you there," Dwi said excitedly.

"We will eat here later in the afternoon. Can you make us lunch? I want to eat chicken soup today," Nico asked.

"Of course! I will cook the best chicken soup for you," Dwi said happily. Everyday she only made food for Maria herself, this house felt very lonely.

Nico, Tara and Anya immediately followed Dwi into the house.

After walking for a while, Tara grumbled, "Nico, didn't you say you wanted to buy us a meal? Do you want us to go home after eating chicken soup?"

"I'll buy you dinner. Let's just eat here in the afternoon," Nico had another plan.

He brought Anya here to end her curiosity for two years and to give her mother a chance to be free from her guilt.

During these two years, Anya had suffered, but Maria also felt the same way.

Anya said nothing and only followed Nico. As soon as she came to a long corridor, Anya stopped and looked back.

"Anya? Why did you stop?" Tara asked.

Anya pointed at a wall and asked, "Where is the door leading to?"

"It's clearly a wall. Where is the door?" Tara looked at the direction Anya was pointing but only found a wall.

"How do you know? The door led to the back garden, the path my grandmother always walked when she was alive. After my grandmother died, the door was closed," Nico said.

Anya had dreamed of this place. Even though she didn't see anyone in this place, she dreamed of the small door.

What did the dream actually mean?

Before they arrived at Maria's room, a voice was heard from inside. Nico opened the door and saw Maria kneeling on the ground.

"I hope Anya will be well, wherever she is. I wish her good health and a long life. I'm willing to trade my life for her happiness," even though the sentence was said in a low voice, Anya could hear it clearly.

After that, she opened her eyes and looked back, looking at the three pairs of shoes standing at the door.

Maria slowly raised her head. When he saw Anya, tears immediately streamed down her face. "Anya, you're back ..." she said in a trembling voice.

Anya didn't say anything. She just stood there silently, her face expressionless without the slightest change.

"Anya, I'm so sorry. Please forgive me!" Maria knelt before Anya. A loud sound rang out as she slammed her body onto the floor.

"Mom..." Nico was very worried seeing his mother. He immediately tried to help her up, but Maria pushed him instead.

Tara was also shocked and scared that she moved away from Anya a little.

Only Anya stood there alone, as if rooted in place, looking at the woman kneeling before her.

Maria used to have long, beautiful brown hair. Her face never got old even though she already had an adult child. She still looked charming and elegant. Her personality could amaze everyone.

But the past two years changed everything about her. Her beautiful brown hair was gone, replaced by gray hair. Her face was full of wrinkles and her body was haggard like it could be easily blown away by the wind.

"Anya, I'm sorry! Please forgive me!" Maria crawled towards Anya, hugging her feet with both hands.