​"Morning, Dad. What's up? Maurel said you were looking for me," I asked, keeping my voice smooth, casual, and polite as fuck. ​My dad set his coffee cup down on the saucer, then looked up at me with a warm smile. "Oh, Bima. Yeah, I need you to do me a favor. You don't have any college classes or important plans today, right?" ​"No, Dad. My schedule is completely clear today," I replied, fixing the collar of my polo. ​"Perfect timing then," Dad said, nodding his head with satisfaction. "I need you to accompany Maya to the bookstore today. She needs to buy some new reference books for her college assignments, but the house driver is busy running errands for your mother." ​Hearing Maya’s name, my eyes reflexively darted over to the end of the dining table. Maya was sitting there quietly, holding a glass of warm milk. The exact second our eyes locked, she flashed me a faint, incredibly sweet smile. Her cheeks flushed red, and her dazed eyes were sparkling with pure excitement, like