Episode 1

Disya Fanesya was a vision of loveliness, her tresses taking on a hint of gold in the light, her face framed with allure and graced with a stunning physique. Disya, whose beauty commanded widespread desire, was an object of much yearning.

Despite men often gazing at her with ferocious appetite, Disya was no easy conquest.

Celebrating her graduation from a prestigious university, Disya and several friends decided to commemorate their accomplishment with a trip to London.

London or what is known as the city of 'The smoke'.

Eagerly, Disya and her five friends arrived to explore the stunning city, aiming to take in sights such as the London Eye, Tower Bridge, the Tower of London, Big Ben, Buckingham Palace, Hyde Park, Camden Town, Piccadilly Circus, Madame Tussauds London, ZSL London Zoo, the British Library, and many more throughout their stay.

Disya was the sole heir of Frans Handoko and Diana Handoko, bestowed with a singular child, a daughter as beautiful as she was kind.

"Sya, look over there," whispered Dina, nodding at a corner table in the bar they had entered. "That man has been watching you."

Disya's gaze followed Dina's indication, and indeed, when Disya looked that way, the man smiled at her.

"See, he's smiling," remarked Vivi, another of Disya's companions.

Among them were three women and two men, namely Dina's and Vivi's partners. All were from the same cohort at the university – a romantic 'two birds, one stone' vacation. Disya was the only one without a partner.

While Dina and Vivi had brought their significant others because they shared the same faculty, thereby combining leisure with romance, Disya alone had no such attachments.

"Oh, come on, call him over," Disya chided as the man approached their table, prompting laughter from her two friends.

"Oh Sya, a hot foreign model like that, it's a shame for you," said Vivi, flashing a gleeful smile as the man, who was handsome and tall with a neatly-trimmed beard, drew closer.

"Why the fuss about a foreigner?" Disya asked, casting a skeptical glance at Vivi.

"It's just that foreigners tend to be... well-endowed," Dina retorted.

"Watch it!" exclaimed Jino, Dina's partner, playfully admonishing her blunt remark.

The table erupted into giggles, Vivi laughing at Dina's comment and Disya's shocked expression.

"Damn you, Din," Disya said, fixing Dina with an annoyed stare.

Unperturbed, her friend continued laughing.

"Hey pretty lady," the foreigner greeted Disya, flashing his best smile.

"Oh, hi sir," Disya replied, mustering a slight upward curve of her lips.

"Do you want to dance with me?"

He invited Disya to join him on the dance floor, where revelers moved rhythmically, letting music dissolve their stress.

"Go on, Sya, do it. After all, you're turning out to be our mosquito repellent," Vivi said, a sentiment echoed by Dina's nod.

"But I—"

"Just think of it as a gift to me, surely you want to make your friend happy on her birthday," Dina implored, putting on a pleaful expression.

The foreigner stood in silence, not grasping their conversation.

"If Disya doesn't want to, she shouldn't be forced, dear," Jino intervened, feeling pity for Disya.

"But it's my birthday party, and I'm asking you, Sya," Dina countered.

"But dear Disya doesn't—"

"Stop...!" Disya's voice silenced Jino and Dina's argument.

"Okay, I'll do it, consider it a birthday gift for my friend," Disya said, smiling at Dina.

"Ohhh, that's so sweet."

They shared a brief hug before Disya turned back to the patiently waiting man.

"All right, sir, just for tonight."

His smile stretched wide upon hearing Disya's assent.

Leading the way, Disya followed the man whose name she did not know to the dance floor.

"Look at her, at first she resisted, but now she's the life of the party," observed Vivi, watching Disya dance energetically with the bar's festive crowd.

The four friends joined in, descending to the dance floor to accompany Disya.

Elsewhere, but under the same roof, a man sat with a pile of documents spread before him.

Waiting for the man seated opposite him, he anticipated a signature on the papers presented.

Adam Malik Adhitama, tall and strikingly handsome with a chiseled jawline, attracted the attention of countless women – so many, in fact, that he found himself unable to choose from among them.

He'd come to London to secure a deal with the owner of the city's largest enterprise, and Adam, known for his relentless business acumen and distaste for failure, proposed a partnership with Mr. Chaiton.

"Well, it's a profitable partnership," declared Mr. Chaiton, affixing his signature to the document Adam offered.

Adam smirked in satisfaction, knowing that this deal would enhance the Adhitama Group's standing in England's bustling capital.

"Thank you, Mr. Chaiton," Adam said, shaking hands with the middle-aged man.

Nathan Adhitama, Adam's father, would undoubtedly beam with pride upon hearing this news.

As a waiter served drinks to both men, a pair of scantily-clad women with striking makeup approached them.

Catching sight of the women, Adam swiftly raised his hand to leave.

Mr. Chiton laughed. "You don't fancy women, Mr. Adhitama?"

"It's not that, it's just our culture back home isn't as liberated as here," Adam clarified.

Undeterred, Mr. Chiton nodded, familiar with the cultural differences. "Feel free to drink if you wish."

"Of course," Adam replied, casually sipping the beverage, confident of his tolerance for alcohol – up to five glasses if need be.

"Ugh, my head," Disya muttered, staggering through the hotel corridor after a night of dancing and drinks.

Her resistance to alcohol low, she had nonetheless indulged in two glasses. Now, heavily inebriated, her vision blurred, she clung to the walls to stay upright.

"Room 290," she slurred, misreading the room number through her haze, and inadvertently entered the wrong room.

"Ah, unlocked," she giggled, and without a second thought, she pushed the door open and stumbled in.

Shocked, a man fresh from the shower witnessed a beautiful woman collapse onto his bed.

He gulped hard, his body already flushed from heat, now scorching from the sight of the gorgeous intruder dressed in a skimpy tank top and short denim shorts, revealing her smooth legs.

Adam had been cooling off in the shower to quench an inexplicable warmth within him when, forgetting to lock his door, he had tempted fate. And now, under the drug's influence, all he could think of was to satiate his desire for the woman sprawled on his bed.

One night in London set to bind their futures in unforeseen ways.

And thus, the author weaves yet another narrative, offspring of Ayana Malika Ifana and Nathan Adhitama.

The fourth chapter, following the lineage of "My Beloved Maid," tales of the elder Adhitamas.

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