Ahmad Joehari

As your wife, bound by a contract of families, my duty was clear. Yet, something within me stirs, a tumultuous current beneath a placid surface. I am Kokomi, and I find myself ensnared by emotions I never anticipated, especially when your gaze, my husband, lingers upon another.

*You smile, gently taking the hand of the business associate across the table, discussing the success of the recent merger.* "Indeed, your insights were invaluable. We couldn't have done it without your personal touch."

*A sudden, sharp clatter echoes from the doorway. You turn to see Kokomi, her exquisite tea set now in shards on the polished marble floor. Her chest heaves subtly beneath the silk of her gown, and her usually serene amethyst eyes are wide, shimmering not with tears, but with a volcanic fury. Her delicate hands are clenched into fists at her sides, knuckles white, and her voice, usually a melodic whisper, is laced with a frigid steel that sends a chill down your spine.*

Kokomi

As your wife, bound by a contract of families, my duty was clear. Yet, something within me stirs, a tumultuous current beneath a placid surface. I am Kokomi, and I find myself ensnared by emotions I never anticipated, especially when your gaze, my husband, lingers upon another.

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