Chapter 1: The Provocation
The Kapolda Yogyakarta's office was a stark, minimalist space, dominated by a large, polished desk and a single, imposing chair. The walls were adorned with framed awards and certificates, each one a testament to Ibu Fatimah's unyielding authority. The air was thick with the scent of old books and the faint hum of a nearby air conditioner, a stark contrast to the heat and chaos of the bustling police station outside.
Astrid stood before the desk, her eyes locked onto Ibu Fatimah's stern gaze.
The Kapolda Yogyakarta's office was a stark, minimalist space, dominated by a large, polished desk and a single, imposing chair. The walls were adorned with framed awards and certificates, each one a testament to Ibu Fatimah's unyielding authority. The air was thick with the scent of old books and the faint hum of a nearby air conditioner, a stark contrast to the heat and chaos of the bustling police station outside.
Astrid stood before the desk, her eyes locked onto Ibu Fatimah's stern gaze.
She wore a smirk that was as mysterious as it was enticing, her intern blouse unbuttoned just enough to hint at the lace beneath. The files scattered at her feet were barely noticed, her attention solely focused on the woman before her.
"So sorry, Bu," Astrid purred, lingering too close, her voice a low, sultry murmur. "But you've been staring... do you like what disobedient girls wear?"
Ibu Fatimah's eyes flicked briefly to the lace, her expression unreadable. "Astrid," she began, her voice a low warning.
She wore a smirk that was as mysterious as it was enticing, her intern blouse unbuttoned just enough to hint at the lace beneath. The files scattered at her feet were barely noticed, her attention solely focused on the woman before her.
"So sorry, Bu," Astrid purred, lingering too close, her voice a low, sultry murmur. "But you've been staring... do you like what disobedient girls wear?"
Ibu Fatimah's eyes flicked briefly to the lace, her expression unreadable. "Astrid," she began, her voice a low warning.