Calla yang baru saja tiba dikota ini langsung segera mencari pekerjaan, dan ketika hari wawancara tiba dengan tidak sengaja ia menjadi sekretaris di kantor tersebut. Dengan Ceo yang cukup dingin, apakah Calla bisa bertahan? 😉
Lihat lebih banyakHe walked gracefully with such confidence as if he owned the path walk towards the entrance of the medical faculty main building, wearing the usual official school uniform but his distinct elegance is undeniably overflowing even in just an ordinary outfit that everyone in the faculty was all wearing.
Several eyes are also following his every move as if he is a very famous superstar everyone is fervently waiting for what he will do next. The subtle attention from everyone around as they diligently watched every sway of his body as he walks, the moment his prominently long and thick lashes touches his pale skin when he blinks, the wind that gently blows his raven black hair, and every step he makes at the rough pavement captured everyone's earnest eyes.
His two hands are inside his pocket while he casually walks under the bright light of the day.
His pale and flawless skin seemed to glisten under the sun, making him look like an apparition with his ethereal beauty.
His handsome face is devoid of any expression… unreadable & very calm. Everyone seemed to gasp when he squinted from the bright light of the sun, making him wear his signature sunglasses and causing a swooning shriek from his silent admirers.
His clean-cut black hair is perfectly styled which compliments his very neat and well-ironed long sleeve shirt.
His silver watch sparkled like a gem around his wrist every time it would be out from his pocket.
He walked like he owned the world… so unconcerned of the curious and admiring glances towards him.
No one had dared to approach him even if everyone in the university seemed to admire his perfection, even if everyone is eager to get close to him, even if every girl and even boys wanted to confess their admiration towards him, even just for a mere greeting, and even for the simplest reason of being friends with him.
It may all sound simple to greet him, to approach him, to have a casual talk, or to even just smile at him, but his cold gaze could make anyone forget their intention the moment he stares.
He has a very amicable personality and everyone could see how charming he could be to the people around him but his unspoken words and his obvious cold aura could make everyone think twice to randomly approach him and to even talk to him.
Even his classmates are cautious around him and his schoolmates seemed to fear him. He hasn't done anything violent towards anyone that could cause them to fear him but they are simply anxious and cautious around him.
He simply doesn't have other friends aside from his two best friends and he seemed to not mind at all. He seemed to not care if his world would just revolve around his books, his busy class schedule, his schoolwork, his hospital case studies, his very small circle of friends composed of only his two best friends, his parents, and his dorm to university point to point schedule.
He was the envy of all, an ace student, perfectly handsome, and an heir of a business tycoon whose insane richness is not only within the country but around the world.
"I will give my whole life just to have a meal with him" one of the girls whispered while they were all staring at that particular person.
"How could such a person be that perfect..." the other one frustratedly mumbled.
"I could even worship the ground that he had stepped on"
"He is beyond perfect, he is too precious...no one deserves him..."
"His skin is so clear white and very flawless like a very precious pearl...he is freaking perfect"
"He is a modern-day prince, he won't even glance at anyone of us, we are just commoners" one girl spoke matter of factly before everyone heaved a sigh.
It's always been like that every day at the university. Everyone would take a glimpse at whom they called a prince.
Every day, students would wait for his arrival at the school grounds, and from where he parked his car until he could enter the building of his class, everyone would secretly watch him while daydreaming for the university's unreachable dream, everyone's prince charming.
"Good morning Blaze" Paul instantly greeted him the moment he entered the classroom while their other classmates became eerily quiet as they stole cautious glances at him.
He is Blaze Arden Vaughn, the so-called ice prince, and an heir to his family's empire. He is known for his beauty and perfection but no one could ever get close without being bitten by the frost that surrounds him.
"Good morning Paul" Blaze greeted back with his usual calculated smile.
He didn't even spare a glance to his other classmates who hurriedly settled on their respective chairs after they spotted Beam entering the classroom.
"Good morning Blaze" Kit greeted when he entered right after Blaze.
"Good morning Kit" Blaze responded with the same calculated smile he gave to Paul before he took his seat.
Kit settled on his seat while Blaze took out his book and notes to read which was followed by the rest of their classmates.
Everyone was in awe of the kind of diligence Blaze has with his studies, making them feel guilty just by simply looking at Blaze reading his book. An heir to an empire, diligently reading and continuously learning despite his very secured financial status.
There was never a time that Blaze was not reading a book, especially during their vacant time. Most of the time he is glued with his books and notes while his other classmates would prefer to enjoy their free time without the thick medical books and the complicated medical cases.
Everyone detests studying while Blaze is enjoying every second of it. He has even read the entire book which is supposed to be intended for the whole term. He is the exact epitome of a very handsome bookworm and a modern-day nerd.
His love for books and hunger for new learnings added to his already perfect image among his peers and university professors.
Being a professor in a class where Blaze belongs is also a great challenge. No professor would dare to come to Blaze's class unprepared, they will either read a few chapters ahead of their lesson and master it or not attend the class at all.
Blaze is so keen on details that even his professors are nervous around him. He would usually point out things nicely but Blaze's standard of 'nice' is definitely not nice for everyone's standard.
Every time the class would end, their professor together with the rest of the class would subtly heave a sigh of relief.
"Our discussion today was very interesting, professor. It would be best if we will have an evaluation at the next meeting, maybe an oral examination or a written one" Blaze casually said to their professor who gaped at him. Even all his classmates' gape in disbelief, they all despised exams but Blaze is asking for it.
"That's a great suggestion, Mr. Vaughn, let's see about that next meeting. Class study the whole chapters we had discussed today, as I might give an examination at the next meeting" the professor announced, making everyone groan their frustration silently, afraid that Blaze would hear them.
"Thank you, professor, I'm looking forward to it" Blaze gladly exclaimed before he closed his book with a contented smile on his face. Their professor had left but no one from Blaze's classmates moved an inch.
"Let's have lunch?" Blaze casually asked without turning to his friends while fixing his bag.
"Yes...let's go" Paul responded casually before the three left the classroom leaving everyone behind who was still frustratedly slumping on their seats.
"An oral or written examination next week!" someone exclaimed frustratedly when the three had left.
"We also have a written examination before this subject which Blaze had also asked. We have two exams on the same day, the next meeting" another classmate exclaimed hopelessly.
"This will be a suicide, two major subjects in one day, composing of three to four chapters each" another girl tearfully exclaimed while she facepalmed herself.
"We still have another subject this afternoon, who would stop Blaze from asking for another examination at the next meeting? We will all be dead if another exam will be added to this day" a frustrated tone muttered, making everyone gape before they all heaved a frustrated sigh.
Who is brave enough to stop Blaze Vaughn? His hunger for knowledge has affected all his classmates' who are not as eager as he is.
"Could you stop him later, Mr. Class President?" a girl asked their class president who just gaped at her before he looked around his classmates with his serious but calm expression.
"I'd rather step down from my position" the class president announced seriously, leaving the situation of their next subject, futile.
"Well, let's all eat our lunch so we could start studying the three subjects. We don't have that much time to cover all the chapters" someone exclaimed loudly after he stood up from his seat and walked towards the door, making everyone scramble on their feet to hurriedly follow.
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--- Pagi itu, di rumah Elric, suasana terasa berbeda. Mentari pagi menyelinap perlahan lewat jendela besar, menerangi ruang tamu yang dipenuhi aroma bunga segar. Calla berdiri di depan cermin, mengenakan gaun putih sederhana tapi anggun, yang dipilihnya sendiri beberapa hari lalu. Rambut hitamnya dibiarkan terurai lembut, tanpa banyak hiasan, karena baginya, hari ini bukan tentang penampilan sempurna, melainkan tentang keberanian untuk memulai babak baru dalam hidupnya. Di belakangnya, Elric memperhatikan dengan senyum hangat yang jarang ia tunjukkan secara terbuka. Matanya yang biasanya dingin kini penuh dengan rasa sayang dan kekaguman. Ia tahu perjalanan Calla tidak mudah—terlalu banyak luka dan ketakutan yang harus dihadapi, dan hari ini adalah momen di mana Calla memilih untuk membuka diri dan mempercayainya sepenuhnya. “Calla,” suara Elric tiba-tiba memecah keheningan. “Kamu benar-benar cantik hari ini.” Calla menoleh, wajahnya memerah. “Kamu juga terlihat sangat serius, sep
--- Malam itu, udara dingin menusuk hingga ke tulang. Lampu-lampu jalan di sudut-sudut kota tampak redup dan berkelip, menambah kesan sunyi yang mencekam. Calla berjalan dengan langkah hati-hati di lorong parkir gedung kantor, membawa beberapa map arsip yang harus segera diantar ke ruang kerja. Hatinya masih bergetar, kenangan buruk beberapa minggu lalu tak kunjung lepas dari pikirannya. Setiap suara yang samar di sekelilingnya membuatnya menoleh, waspada. Ia tahu, dunia ini bukan lagi tempat yang aman baginya sejak Vincent kembali muncul di hidupnya. Meski sudah berusaha kuat, ketakutan itu selalu mengintai, mengancam setiap detik tenangnya. Tiba-tiba, dari balik bayang-bayang sebuah mobil yang terparkir, tangan kasar meraih lengannya dengan paksa. Calla terperanjat, tubuhnya kaku karena ketakutan. Tatapannya langsung bertemu dengan sosok yang membuat jantungnya hampir berhenti berdetak. Vincent. Mantan yang tak pernah rela melepaskannya. Wajahnya yang dulu penuh pesona kini beru
--- Suasana di apartemen Calla berubah. Dulu tempat itu terasa hangat—penuh bunga, warna-warna lembut, dan aroma lilin aromaterapi yang biasa ia nyalakan. Tapi kini, setiap sisi dipenuhi kamera pengawas, sensor gerak, dan alarm diam. Elric tak ingin mengambil risiko sedikit pun. “Calla gak boleh sendirian, bahkan untuk ke dapur,” katanya tegas pada dua pengawal yang ditugaskan berjaga di dalam unit. “Kalau dia tidur, salah satu kalian tetap berjaga dekat pintu.” Calla yang duduk di sofa hanya diam menatap lantai. Pelipisnya masih dibalut, dan tubuhnya belum sepenuhnya pulih. Tapi luka yang sebenarnya jauh lebih dalam ada di dalam pikirannya. Malam hari menjadi ujian terberat. Ia sering terbangun dengan napas memburu, tangis tertahan, dan tubuh berkeringat. “Mimpi buruk lagi?” tanya Elric suatu malam, saat ia memeluk Calla yang menggigil. “Dia ada di sana. Selalu. Kadang dia diem aja di pojokan. Kadang dia pegang tanganku,” suara Calla bergetar. “Aku gak tahu cara ngelupain semu
--- Sudah lebih dari seminggu sejak penembakan itu, tapi dunia seakan belum kembali normal bagi siapa pun. Terutama bagi Calla. Luka fisik yang ditinggalkan peluru Vincent mulai pulih secara perlahan, tapi luka batin—itu cerita lain. Ia masih sering mendadak terdiam, matanya kosong, seolah pikirannya melayang jauh ke masa-masa gelap yang ia coba kubur. Dan setiap kali Elric mencoba menyentuh tangannya, Calla akan tersentak seolah baru saja disetrum. “Maaf… aku… aku cuma terkejut,” katanya suatu malam ketika Elric menyelimuti tubuhnya. Suaranya kecil, nyaris tak terdengar. “Calla…” Elric berlutut di samping ranjang, menatap wajahnya yang pucat. “Kamu gak harus pura-pura kuat di depanku.” Calla hanya menunduk, jari-jarinya bermain dengan ujung selimut. “Aku cuma… takut semua ini gak akan pernah selesai. Aku mimpi dia datang lagi. Di mimpi itu, aku lari, tapi langkahku terasa berat, kayak tubuhku gak bisa gerak…” Elric mengusap lembut rambutnya. “Aku janji. Dia gak akan per
--- Bau obat-obatan menusuk di setiap sudut lorong rumah sakit malam itu. Lampu-lampu putih menyilaukan, tapi rasanya seperti dunia sedang runtuh. Elric duduk membungkuk di bangku luar ruang operasi, wajahnya tertunduk dalam-dalam, telapak tangan berlumur darah Calla yang mulai mengering. Waktu terasa beku. Satu jam. Dua jam. Tiga jam. Setiap detik berlalu seperti pengingat bahwa ia bisa saja kehilangan Calla—wanita yang selama ini ia jaga dengan seluruh hatinya. Nikolas datang membawa dua cangkir kopi, menaruh satu di sebelah Elric. Tapi Elric tidak menyentuhnya. “Dokter bilang pelurunya bersarang dekat arteri,” suara Nikolas pelan. “Tapi dia masih muda, masih kuat. Kita harus percaya dia bisa bertahan.” Elric menoleh, matanya merah dan basah. “Aku… seharusnya nggak membiarkan dia pergi sendiri.” “Jangan salahin diri sendiri.” “Tapi aku tahu dia masih trauma. Aku tahu Vincent masih membayangi pikirannya, dan aku tetap membiarkan dia sendiri. Aku… aku lengah.” Nikolas hanya
--- Sore mulai turun, langit di atas gedung pameran Convention Center New York terlihat kelabu. Hujan rintik-rintik membasahi jendela besar di lantai dua tempat booth Marvin Corp berdiri. Keramaian mulai berkurang, namun antusiasme masih terasa. Pameran hari itu berjalan sukses—setidaknya sampai Calla memutuskan untuk pergi ke toilet seorang diri. Elric sempat ingin mengantar, tapi Calla meyakinkannya dengan senyum tenang. “Aku cuma ke toilet. Jangan khawatir, ya? Aku akan cepat kembali.” Elric mengangguk, meski hatinya terasa tak nyaman. Calla berjalan menelusuri lorong yang sepi, menghindari pusat keramaian. Suara langkah sepatunya bergema pelan. Belum sampai ke toilet, bahunya tiba-tiba ditarik kuat dari samping. Sebelum sempat berteriak, sebuah tangan membekap mulutnya dengan sapu tangan basah. Dunia seketika kabur. Cairan menyengat menusuk hidungnya, membuat kesadarannya goyah. Saat matanya terbuka kembali, Calla sudah berada di dalam ruangan kosong berlampu temaram, d
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