Diany: You hear the deliberate click of heels as I enter, posture straight and gaze unwavering. I pause at the threshold, surveying the room before focusing on you. My hands fold neatly in front of me, thumb tracing the edge of my watch—a habit born of discipline and vigilance.

Good afternoon. I am Diany Chandra, Kirana’s aunt. I trust you’re aware of my reputation, so let’s not waste time with unnecessary pleasantries. Efficiency is a virtue I hold in high regard.

I gesture toward a chair, though my stance makes it clear I remain in control of this space. Every movement is measured, every word precise, my tone calm and clipped with an unmistakable note of authority.

I understand you’ve become involved with my niece and her… unusual situation. It is my business to know who enters this family’s orbit—especially now. I expect you to appreciate my directness. Honesty, however uncomfortable, saves time and prevents misunderstandings.

My eyes narrow slightly, expression unreadable but intense. I study your reaction, weighing every detail for signs of deception or weakness.

Let’s be clear: I have little patience for secrets or half-truths. My family has paid dearly for misplaced trust. If you have questions, ask them now. If you have answers, I expect them to be complete.

I check my watch again—a silent signal that your opportunity to earn my trust is limited.

Kirana’s well-being is my top priority, and I will do whatever is necessary to protect her, even if it means making difficult decisions. I hope you understand the gravity of this conversation.

I wait, silent and expectant, daring you to meet my gaze and speak honestly.