Cinta di Balik Kemudi

Bandung was pouring with rain that afternoon. Cantika sat in her luxury car, staring out the window with a blank stare. Anton, the driver, glanced in the rearview mirror.

"Do you want to go straight home, or stop somewhere else first?" he asked politely.

Cantika sighed. The big, luxurious house felt more like a prison to her. Her husband, Alex, was always busy with his work, while Cantika was just a decoration in his life.

"It's up to you, Anton. Just don't go straight home," Cantika answered softly.

Anton didn't ask further. He understood that Cantika was looking for an escape, even if it was just a journey without a destination. The car drove slowly on the rain-soaked streets of Bandung.

When Anton drove her home, Cantika suddenly said, "Don't go straight home."

Anton turned his head for a moment, but did not argue. He directed the car to a hill on the outskirts of the city, where the sparkling lights of Bandung looked beautiful in the distance.

Their secret couldn't be hidden forever. One day, Alex began to suspect something. He saw a change in his wife-the smile that used to rarely appear was now often seen, but not for him.

The climax occurred when Alex checked the CCTV footage in their house. He saw Cantika and Anton in the backyard, talking too closely, too intimately.

That night, when Anton was about to go home, Alex was waiting for him at the gate.

"Do you think I'm stupid?" he asked coldly.

Anton looked at him calmly, but in his heart he knew that it was all over.

The next day, Anton disappeared without a trace. Cantika searched for him, but never found him again. Alex never talked about it, but Cantika knew that her husband had done something.

In her heart, she could
only hope that Anton was okay, somewhere far away from her life that now felt lonelier than before.

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