LOGINThe marrige was supposed to the happiest thing that happened in my life but it turned out to be the bane of my existence. Bringing his ex lover into our house was not the problem. He laid her on our matrimonial bed and locked me out. A marrige crumbled that night but something else was born. I was carrying his child, the only link we had now but the end still remained we may never be together again because I had someone else.
View MoreMalang, Februari 2018.
Hujan gerimis masih turun dengan indahnya di Bumi Arema. Membuat lelaki muda itu, yang tengah asyik menggoreskan kuasnya di atas kanvas, semakin terbawa suasana.
Wanita yang kini sedang dia gambar, adalah sosok manusia paling indah menurutnya. Paling cantik, dan sungguh memesona.
Wanita bernama Jenar Ayu, ibunya. Telah meninggal enam tahun lalu, saat dia masih berusia 18 tahun, dan dua bulan sebelum menempuh ujian masuk perguruan tinggi.
Ada kalanya dia sedikit bersyukur, karena dengan kematian ibunya, banyak orang yang iba pada dirinya. Membuat sang ayah yang begitu keras memaksanya masuk ke Jurusan Ekonomi Bisnis, akhirnya menyerah, dan membolehkan dia menjadi mahasiswa Program Studi Seni Lukis.
Semua itu tak lepas dari perkataan orang-orang sekitar, yang membuat sang ayah sedikit gusar.
"Kasihan, sejak kecil tidak mendapatkan kasih sayang penuh dari ayahnya karena perceraian. Apa masih tega ayahnya memaksa dia masuk ke disiplin ilmu yang tak disukainya?"
"Padahal dia sangat pintar melukis, sayang sekali bakatnya harus sia-sia. Lagi pula, hanya kuliah saja. Toh, mau dia ambil jurusan apa pun, tetap akan masuk perusahaan juga, karena garis keturunan Wibisono memang untuk perusahaan WW Tech."
Serta, masih banyak lagi kata-kata dari orang sekitar yang akhirnya membuat sang ayah, Adi Wibisono, mau tak mau membolehkan putra keduanya itu kuliah di Seni.
Lelaki muda itu tersenyum tiap mengingat hal itu. Pilu kematian sang ibu, terobati dengan tercapainya satu langkah dia menuju mimpi untuk bisa benar-benar lepas dari dunia kelam yang membelenggu ayahnya.
Bukan dia benci dunia bisnis. Namun, karena berkutat dengan ambisi di bidang itu, membuat sosok Adi Wibisono baginya tak terlalu cocok menjadi sosok ayah dan suami.
Dia juga tak mau hidup di dunia, di mana orang-orangnya penuh dengan ambisi, arogansi, serta kelicikan. Dia ingin melepaskan "takdir" yang membelenggunya, karena lahir dalam keluarga Wibisono, dengan menjadi sosok yang berbeda dari sang kakak, David Anggara Wibisono.
Dia ingin menjadi seorang Denis Aditya Wibisono yang merdeka, meraih mimpi yang diidamkan sejak kecil, dan jauh dari dunia kelam yang merenggut kebahagiaan masa kecilnya karena penuh dengan ambisi untuk meraih sukses dan kekayaan dengan cara apa pun itu.
Namun, saat teringat bahwa dia pada akhirnya jatuh juga dalam lingkaran setan dunia yang dianggapnya penuh ketidakwarasan itu, lelaki muda tersebut langsung merasakan sesak di dada.
Tak mampu meneruskan tarian kuas di atas kanvasnya, membuat lukisan wanita cantik itu harus terhenti, tanpa ada senyuman di wajah objek tersebut.
"Apa kamu sudah selesai bersenang-senang? Kalau sudah, ini waktunya pulang!"
Suara angkuh seorang wanita, terdengar begitu menyebalkan di telinga pemuda itu. Sang lelaki muda, Denis, menatap ke asal suara dan menemukan sosok cantik setinggi 168 cm, dalam balutan jaket kulit dan celana jeans warna hitam, serta mengenakan heels cokelat tua, tengah menatapnya tajam.
Denis mendengkus kesal. Membanting begitu saja kuasnya ke lantai, lalu berdiri dan menatap tajam wanita itu. "Apa yang harus kulakukan nanti?" tanyanya, dengan sedikit menggeram.
Wanita itu, Nadia Dewanti Wardoyo, mendekat ke Denis. Terdengar suara "tak tok tak tok" heels-nya saat dia berjalan, menggema di ruangan.
Saat hanya berjarak sekitar dua jengkal dari Denis, Nadia mendongak menatap lelaki muda setinggi 182 cm itu, dan segera meraih dagunya dengan agak kasar.
"Lakukan tugasmu sebagai seorang suami, dan jadilah anak baik yang penurut, Denis Sayang!"
Denis langsung menepis kasar tangan Nadia, tapi dia tak membalas perkataan wanita itu. Nadia tetawa pelan dan berbalik, berjalan keluar ruangan mendahului Denis.
Lelaki muda itu tertegun, menatap lukisannya yang masih setengah jadi, lalu memainkan cincin perak di jari manis tangan kirinya.
"Wanita sialan!" umpatnya kesal.
Every thrust into her made her yearn for more of him.Thrusting into her did not mean he could not touch her.He touched her perfectly.Lost in the moment, he suddenly spanked her hard, almost like taming a wild horse.Her eyes flew open instantly, and she looked over her shoulder, giving him a startled glance.Immediately, he grabbed her neck, controlling her head and pressing it gently but firmly against the bed.Mixed feelings rushed through her.For a moment, she was trying to understand what was happening.Where was this energy coming from?Just minutes ago, he had been loving and tender. How did this side of him appear so suddenly?It was exciting, but the pain was beginning to creep in, awakening old memories and buried trauma.Yet, as though he sensed her thoughts, he spanked her harder and rode her faster.It was as if he had switched modes—from human mode to animal mode.Unlike Jerald, who was always the life of the party, Jonathan was the quiet and observant one.Jonathan
This time around, he had her exactly where he wanted her — fully in charge.Gently, he moved from one side of her body to the other, giving her soft, intentional touches. Feeding from every reaction her body gave him, he continued doing whatever made her respond more intensely or moan louder.Slowly, he reached for her shorts.Unlike the first time earlier, when her shorts came off and she immediately felt naked and ashamed somehow but still allowed it, this time she was no longer conscious enough to care whether her shorts had been taken off or not.Once they were out of the way, there she was, lying stark naked before another man with no shame whatsoever.Jonathan carefully glided his fingers around her thighs repeatedly. Over and over, he continued until she trembled violently on the bed, almost like someone convulsing. Still, he kept going.One hand rested on her nipple while the other traced gently along her thigh, moving steadily and softly.At this point, she was caught in mixe
“Hope you’re good. When are you coming back?”“I miss you already.”Vivian smiled faintly at the screen, though the emotion behind it felt hollow. The words came naturally, almost rehearsed. Somewhere along the line, the love between her and Jerald had thinned into routine. The butterflies that once filled her stomach had died quietly long ago.“What are you going to buy for me?” she teased lightly.“Anything you want. Just name it.”Jerald’s voice carried warmth, effortless devotion. It was the kind of affection most women prayed for, yet somehow it no longer reached her the way it used to.“I trust your judgment, babe,” she replied. “You’ve always had a knack for gifts.”Jerald chuckled softly on the other end.“Babe, I’m starving. Let me go find something to eat. I’ll call you later.”“Okay, sweetheart. Love you.”“Love you too.”The call should have ended there.Jerald stared at his phone for a moment after she spoke, confusion brushing against his thoughts. Something about her to
Sitting alone in her room, Vivian whispered under her breath,“What have I done?”Her voice trembled.“I know for sure Anna suspected something… no, not just suspected. She knows something happened.”She bit nervously at her finger before jumping off the bed. Restlessly, she began pacing around the room.Back and forth.Back and forth.The kind of pacing that comes from inner chaos. The kind born from fear and guilt colliding together inside the mind.Soon, sweat gathered across her forehead. Her breathing became uneven as heat rushed through her body. She wiped her forehead quickly with the back of her hand.“Why am I sweating this much?”She suddenly paused in the middle of the room.“And why am I pacing?”Silence answered her.No one else was there.“What should I do?”Her chest tightened.“I am in for it this time… I know it.”She hurried back to the bed and grabbed her phone. Her fingers shook slightly as she typed a message to Jonathan, who was downstairs in the guest room prete
“Have you gone nuts?” Vivian quickly replied. “Get out right now, before I do something I will regret,” Jerald responded harshly, his voice sharp with anger. As he spoke, he got up from the bed and walked straight toward Vivian, who stood beside the door. When he reached her, fueled by rage, he
Vivian asked herself these questions as she wept—silent, shaking—curled on the floor with her elbows on her thighs and her hands shielding her face. Her back pressed against the couch, her body drawn inward, small, wounded. Eventually, exhaustion took her, Sleep claimed her where she sat. **** Th
She forced herself forward. “Good morning, honey,” she said calmly.“Good morning,” Matilda replied with a smirk on her face looking at Vivian from her head to her toes as she chuckled in mockery.Vivian hesitated, then responded, “Good morning.”Honey, are you already having breakfast without me?
That evening, Vivian returned from the hospital with a heart full of secrets and hope. She prepared Jerald’s favorite meal—hot dogs. It felt symbolic. Somewhere along the years, loving Jerald had turned her into an unexpected lover of hot dogs too. In the early days of their marriage, he had taken












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