Even though Lilia heard what Harold said, the woman didn't stop typing something into her cell phone. She muttered indifferently, "Hmm… and then?"

  Harold shot her a look of disbelief. "She clearly accused you of hijacking Shirley's cellphone! You… did you really do it?" his voice turned low as he saw Lilia seem uninterested in this topic of conversation.

  "What are you talking about?" Lilia sighed in annoyance. "You don't have to pay attention to such nonsense. If the manager really believes it was me who hacked Shirley's phone, have her call the police."

  Harold stared at her speechless for a moment. Then his gaze fell on Lilia's hand that was endlessly typing. "What are you doing?" He asked curiously.

  Finally, Lilia raised her face and smiled softly at Harold. Yet her words stabbed like a knife. "Would you like to know the contents of the message I sent to Jean? I didn't know you were that interested in other people's private affairs, Harold."

  Hearing that, Harold got up from the sofa and immediately left the place. He slammed the door behind him. He knew he shouldn't be asking that question!

  *****

  The next morning, the actors and film crew left for Bekasi. They left early in the morning because the train journey took nearly ten hours. When they arrived at their set, it was already dusk.

  This time, Lilia was accompanied by Harold and two of his assistants, while Clifford went there ahead of time to arrange her own accommodation.

  This small town in Bekasi had a beautiful view, complete with a large lake and small rivers that flowed all over the city. The atmosphere of the city was fresh and elegant as soon as they got off the train. Wooden bridges with the sound of flowing water accompanied the crew's journey to the hotel.

  After getting the key, Lilia immediately headed to her room. SHe just put her suitcase in the corner of the room before throwing herself onto the bed. Her body felt sore from the long journey. But the sound of water flowing from outside the window caught Lilia's attention.

  The woman sat up and went to the window. She opened the window and was immediately greeted with a gentle breeze. The serene city view with the many wooden boats floating on the lake captivated her. She stretched and decided to take a walk around the hotel.

  In early November, the temperature slightly started to cool down. Lilia put on a thick jacket before leaving the hotel. Dina and Rini had offered to accompany her, but Lilia refused. She wanted to have some alone time before starting tomorrow's shoot.

  The two assistants could only exchange helpless glances and yielded to Lilia's wish. They didn't insist because Clifford would follow Lilia at a distance anyway.

  The woman took a deep breath and enjoyed the fresh breeze. He felt suffocated after being trapped in the train for ten hours. Lilia let her mind wander while walking aimlessly.

  The shooting would start tomorrow, but this also meant that it would end soon. Louis predicted that they would finish filming in a week if all went well.

  Lilia sighed and suppressed her longing. She hadn't seen Jean for several days. The feeling of wanting to go home became stronger with time. Maybe this was an emotion that every woman got when they were so immersed in love.

  They didn't shoot on holiday, so there were only a few tourists and not many pedestrians. A few sellers were seen shouting to attract buyers in front of their booth. Wearing a dark green jacket, thin black jeans, and white T-shirt, Lilia seemed to blend in with the other pedestrians. Her ponytail hair swung gently as she walked along the stone bridge.

  The beautiful scenery in this small town seemed to emerge from a masterpiece painting, but Lilia always felt that something was missing. She walked over to the head of the bridge and thought about it for a moment. Then Lilia took out her cellphone to take a picture of the river flowing under her feet.

  She suddenly had a feeling that Jean was nearby at this time. Lilia immediately turned and looked around. There was someone fishing near the river, while another person was seen washing clothes on the other side of the bridge. However, there was no sign of Jean.

  Lilia paused for a moment before deciding that she must be imagining it. She opened the Other application and sent the photo to Jean. She didn't include any words, but Lilia was sure that the man could understand her thoughts.

  The setting sun now colored the western sky with blood. Lilia stood on the bridge and enjoyed the beautiful view. Three seconds later, her phone vibrated when a new message arrived in the Other app.

  She opened a message from Jean and found a photo. The photo showed the front of a coffee shop named Lia. That very strange name immediately caught Lilia's attention. Only then did she realize that the background of this tavern was very similar to the small town she was in today.

  Jean also didn't say a word in the Other app, but the man used this photo to disturb her peaceful mind. After considering it for a few seconds, Lilia finally sent a sentence to the man.

  [Lilia]: "Have you ever been to this coffee shop?"

  [Jean]: "The coffee there is really good. You need to try it."

  As Lilia read the man's answer, she raised her eyebrows with an astonished expression. Why would Jean visit a small town like this? Just to try coffee at the shop?

  Lilia decided to try to find the tavern. She didn't know the direction here, so she opened the navigation on her cell phone, and followed the directions to the coffee shop.

  Lia's cafe was built on the riverbank west of the small town, next to a row of wooden fences. There were some handcrafted wooden tables and chairs that looked old.

  There, she saw an arched bridge that led directly to the front of the cafe. Lilia was standing across the bridge looking at the cafe. Under a wooden plaque, there was a pair of wind chimes hanging. Every time the wind blew, everyone could hear the crisp and sweet jingle.

  There were no diners sitting at the outdoor tables at this time, as the temperature by the river was quite cold. However, Lilia could see several visitors inside the cafe. She stepped over the archway and went inside.

  The interior of the cafe was not that large and only consisted of two floors. The style of the building made of wood was very simple and full of ancient charm. On the walls lined with irregular bricks, there were also many sticky notes used to calm the moods of the guests.

  The staff who greeted Lilia at the front of the reservation desk were very enthusiastic. After specifically recommending the new caramel macchiato to her, the staff invited her to sit on a wooden chair near the window.

  While the waitress was making coffee, Lilia got up and walked in front of the brick wall. She spent time looking at the various inscriptions on sticky notes.

  "I hope the guy I like can like me back."

  "Tommy has always loved Lisa."

  "Lisa has always loved Tommy!"

  "I want to be accepted into the ideal university, may God bless me."

  Then Lilia's gaze fell on a heart-shaped sticky note taped to the center of the wall. Her eyes widened as she read the message.

  "Mrs. Widjaya, do you miss me?"