Episode 1

Ajeng gazed forlornly at the wedding dais ahead. It should have been her getting married to Erwin, but the wedding was called off when Elis unexpectedly declared she was pregnant with her fiance's child.

Two hours before the vows, chaos erupted and couldn't be contained, leading to the family's unanimous decision to replace the bride.

Erwin ultimately pronounced his marriage vows to Elis, who was in fact Ajeng's cousin.

"Come on, sis, let's go inside, don't just sit here, especially in your wedding dress," said Nia, Ajeng's younger sister.

The woman in the white kebaya wept but quickly wiped away her tears.

Her chest felt unbearably tight. Ajeng made brief eye contact with Erwin, but she quickly looked away.

Wasn't this a disgustingly bitter betrayal?

She wished to disappear from that place.

"Let's," Ajeng replied weakly.

That evening, Ajeng secluded herself in her room, which had been decorated as a bridal chamber.

A knock at the door interrupted the 21-year-old's reverie. Ajeng didn't pursue college; after high school, she immediately began working as a nanny for her neighbors.

"Ajeng, why are you locked in your room? Won't you come out for dinner?" asked Ibu Tri, Ajeng's mother.

"No, I'm not hungry."

"Don't be like that. Just forget about Erwin and Elis; they betrayed you. I wouldn't tolerate a son-in-law like that!"

Ajeng cried again, unable to express the suffocation in her chest.

"I want to leave, Mom. I can't stay here any longer," Ajeng said earnestly, speaking between sobs.

"Where will you go?" her mother inquired.

"I'll go with Bi Ratih to Jakarta."

"Alright then, get ready tonight. You'll leave for Jakarta in the morning."

Ibu Tri supported her daughter's decision; what was the point of staying if she would only be the subject of neighborhood gossip? Rumors were spreading, turning Ajeng into the third party.

Ibu Tri herself was disgusted, so this was her resolve.

Ajeng began to pack, determined to push through, even if a storm awaited her the next day. She had to leave this village behind.

And with it, all the bitter memories that she knew wouldn't fade easily.

Taking a bus, Ajeng headed for the city of Jakarta.

*I curse your marriage to never know happiness*\, she silently swore.

"I won't return to this village until I'm successful and find the perfect husband."

Ajeng was resolute. Now, not even tears flowed from her eyes.

At 5 p.m., Ajeng arrived at Bi Ratih's house, a coordinator for domestic help and nannies.

"Masha Allah, you've finally arrived, Jeng. I was starting to worry you were delayed," Bi Ratih greeted her.

"I was confused by the bus routes here; they're so different. Luckily, I didn't get lost."

"Come in, it's nearly time for Maghrib prayer."

Bi Ratih knew why Ajeng had come. She was furious; Elis and Ajeng were her nieces, and she could hardly believe Elis had done such a thing.

"Ajeng, I have a job for you, but it's a challenging one."

"What is it?"

"It's a nanny position."

"That's easy enough."

"The child is quite mischievous."

"All kids are a bit naughty."

"So you'll take it?"

"Yes, absolutely. Even if the child wears me out, I'll not give up. I really don't want to go back to the village."

"Okay, I'll take you there tomorrow."

Bi Ratih then explained that Ajeng would be the nanny for a six-year-old boy named Sean Aditama, who had just started kindergarten.

The Aditama family was incredibly wealthy, owning one of the largest palm oil plantations in Indonesia, with a branch in Ajeng's hometown.

"Why would such a wealthy family need a nanny so urgently?"

"I'm not sure myself. I got the call this morning, and your arrival was timely."

"Alright, I'm ready."

Early the next morning, Ajeng and Bi Ratih headed to the Aditama residence. During the journey, Ajeng memorized all the family members living there.

Sean Aditama, her charge.

Reza Aditama, Sean's father, a widower who divorced his wife Monalisa two years prior.

The reason for the divorce wasn't mentioned in the notes.

Agung Aditama, Sean's grandfather.

Putri Kirana Aditama, Sean's grandmother.

Ryan Aditama, Reza's elder brother.

Rilly Aditama, Reza's younger brother.

The siblings had age gaps of just three years, while Reza Aditama himself was 33.

The dossier included photos as well, which Ajeng committed to memory.

After their journey, they finally arrived at the grand house.

"Masha Allah, it's so big," remarked Ajeng in awe.

"Don't gawk, focus on work," Bi Ratih reminded her.

"Understood."

They entered the grand residence. Ajeng was firm in her resolve to not leave this house, no matter what happened. She intended to work as well as she possibly could.

However, Ajeng was unaware that she was the hundredth nanny to take on the role for the young master.

Sean grinned crookedly as he saw his new nanny arrive.

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