Rumput Tetangga A---- Part 1 A---- - Zafira Sun A---- K...

Zafira Sun—known to her 2.3 million followers as simply "Zee"—stared at the ceiling fan. It spun lazily, chopping the humid air into useless ribbons. For the seventh night in a row, sleep was a foreign country she could not get a visa to.

The lift stopped at the lobby. As the doors opened, he leaned slightly toward her ear. The scent was impossible. Sandalwood, sweat, and the faint ghost of a woman’s vanilla perfume that was not his wife’s. RUMPUT TETANGGA a---- PART 1 a---- ZAFIRA SUN a---- K...

Or rather, what happened behind that wall. Zafira Sun—known to her 2

The culprit was not the heat. Nor was it the deadline for her novel draft. The lift stopped at the lobby

She gasped, not in denial, but in shameful confirmation.

"Don't be ashamed," he said, turning her around to face him. In the dim light, his eyes were black coffee—bitter, addictive. "You think my grass is greener? Look at you. You're a garden I've been trying to break into for three years."