Sari, seorang ibu muda yang baru saja melahirkan anak keduanya, harus menghadapi suatu kondisi yang disebut Baby Blues. Membuat Sari tanpa sadar menghabisi nyawa anaknya sendiri. Lian, sang suami, bukannya mendukung agar kondisi Sari membaik, justru ia seakan membantu sang ibu untuk semakin memperburuk kondisi psikis Sari. setelah melalui badan kehidupan selama satu tahun lamanya, akhirnya, Sari menemukan kebahagiaannya sendiri tanpa Lian dan mantan keluarga suaminya itu.
Lihat lebih banyak“Please, please don't lick here ......” I opened my eyes in a daze and looked down as the man was licking and tweaking between my breasts.
Seeing my reaction, he chuckled softly and ran his teeth lightly across the point on my chest, and I couldn't help but let out a sticky moan, “Mmmm ......”. I couldn't see his face, I was so close to him, trying to meet his eyes again ...... I unconsciously hooked my arms around the man's neck and curled my body upwards, my full breasts brushing against his solid pecs, making his breathing even more ragged.He buried his entire head between my legs, sucking and licking with his mouth. I could feel the soreness in my belly growing stronger. “Want it?” The man's voice, husky and low with lust, rang in my ear, cutting across my earlobe as he spoke, stirring my whole body. With an accompanying clear gasp, I shyly responded to him, “ Uhm .......”His cock was just the right size to fill my pussy and I could feel it moving in and out. Mixed with gasps, his voice once again rang in my ears, “I love...”“Ring, ring, ring,” the alarm clock suddenly went off and the man in front of me disappeared. “Damn,” I cursed under my breath as I looked at my wet panties. Just another dream, and like before, he appeared in my bed whenever I slept deeply. The alarm clock interrupted my good dream and also meant that a new day had arrived and it was time to go to work again.Borderline is one of the few places in the city that allows both normal customers and Magics, so despite the long hours, barely adequate pay and uncomfortable uniform, it is perfect for me as one of the only places that will hire someone who is marked but has no marketable magic skills.Like all children, I was tested for magic when I was only a few days old. Since my specific bloodline is unknown and my magic is unidentifiable, I was marked with a delicate swirling pattern around my upper right arm. While labeling everyone according to their species might seem concerning, it actually saves a lot of lives.Normal humans make up about fifty percent of the population in big cities like this. Some magics are easy to identify. Shifters inherit their abilities from their parents, so they are marked as Shifters from birth on their arms with varying marks depending on their individual species.Witches and Sorcerers also inherit their power from their parents and are easily identified. People like me however are harder to categorize. I was left outside the hospital for magical beings when I was only a few hours old. After days of tests to confirm I was not any of the known species but that I did in fact have magic. I was marked as an unknown.My special magical skill is the ability to see threads of fate.Now when people think of the threads of fate they always think of the red thread that is meant to tie them to their destined soul mate and blah blah blah. Yes I can see them. But there are other threads too, in different colours with different meanings.There are blue threads connecting people which seem to represent that the pair are fated to be friends. This doesn't mean they won't have other friends or anything like that. Just that those specific people are destined to meet and that they will become close friends eventually.Another thread is the black one. This one shows up between people who are fated to be enemies. I tend to avoid people who display too many of these threads.If someone has a lot of fated enemies they probably aren't the kind of person I want to be around anyways. Occasionally I come across other threads, but I don't always know what they mean.I suspect that green threads are for fated mentor/mentee relationships. I often see them connecting young people to old, students to teachers or children to grandparents.The only other thread I am fairly sure of is white. I rarely see people with white threads, and when I do they tend to be doctors, fire fighters or other do-gooder types. My best guess is that they are fated to save the people they are tied to with white threads. I see these threads constantly and it is a confusing mess, all the threads twisted around each other. No one ever has more than one red thread though. One soul mate per person, no need to be greedy.I'm fairly sure that everyone has a red thread, even if they haven't met the person yet. I can also tell if the people whose fate is predicted by the thread have already met. If the thread is light and floaty like it's caught in a breeze, I know that they have not run into each other and solidified the relationship yet. If it is more solid and the thread is tight, I know that they have.Now this might sound like a cool ability. It really isn't that great. Fate knows what it's doing and doesn't need any help from me, so basically all I can do is watch the threads and judge people silently for things they don't even know exist. Because of the threads, I have a bit of a reputation at work as a daydreamer. The sleeves of my work top are long which cover my mark. At work I keep it covered and as long as people don't look too closely at me, I usually can pass for an ordinary human which makes serving human customers far easier than serving the Magics who tend to be stuck up towards humans. I have rather pale skin and I am quite average in height and physique.A throat clearing behind me jerks me from my brooding and I almost stumble as I turn on the spot in my high heels. I definitely lack the grace that some Magics are naturally blessed with. I cringe slightly under the glare of my shift manager Anthony. I must have paused longer than I thought. I straighten my back and grab the tray of dirty dishes I had placed down a minute ago and continue on my way to the kitchen to swap it for a tray of food to deliver to table twenty. I am just placing the last glass of wine down in front of a coven of Witches who are in the middle of their monthly 'girls night' when I notice for the first time, a blue thread drifting gently from my own chest.I trace my eyes along the thread. It is leading out the door of Borderline and out onto the street. I ache to follow it and meet whoever it is attached to. Due to my odd marking I have never really had any good friends, at least not since I was a kid. A fated friend is pretty much my dream come true. For a moment, I consider ditching the last couple hours of my shift and going anyway. But it is a Saturday night and we are only halfway through the dinner rush. I would lose my job which I really need. I take a deep breath and remind myself that the thread means it is fated. I will meet and befriend the person eventually, even if I don't go searching for them. I resign myself to waiting and hope that the person doesn't take too long to meet me. I've been lonely for a long time.In fact, I'm looking forward to my red thread more than anything else. It's been a long time since I've been on a date. Even though I seek some pleasure from that dream every now and then. Sometimes I wonder if that man is even real. I've been waiting for my red thread to arrive already.Sari turun dari mobil yang ia tumpangi bersama Damar. Seperti biasa, Sari mempersilakan Damar untuk sekadar duduk di kursi teras untuk menikmati secangkir teh buatannya."Terimakasih karena udah anterin aku hari ini ya, Mas."Damar buru-buru menelan air teh yang masih berada dalam mulutnya dan segera meletakkan cangkir teh ke atas meja."Sama-sama."Sari menyandarkan punggungnya dan menghela napas panjang. Ia sendiri tak tahu mengapa rasanya bisa selega ini. Tanpa sadar, Sari tersenyum sendiri membayangkan jika nanti saatnya Kia akan ikut bersamanya.Lamunan Sari buyar saat mendengar suara dering ponsel milik Damar. Buru-buru lelaki itu menjawab panggilan telepon untuknya."Ya, Bu?"Rupanya sang ibu yang menghubungi Damar. Sari tak ingin menguping pembicaraan ibu dan anak itu. Ia sendiri memilih untuk mengutak-atik ponsel miliknya sendiri."Aku tanya dulu ya, Bu. Bisa jadi dia sedang lelah. Kami baru saja pulang setelah berbelanja."Sari jadi merasa bahwa Damar dan ibunya tengah membi
Wajah Hesti seketika berubah cemberut saat Lian membentaknya di depan umum. Dalam hati, Hesti semakin merasa bahwa ia harus segera membalas dendam pada Lian.Setelah membentak Hesti, Lian berlalu menuju bagian baju anak perempuan yang tadi disambangi oleh Sari dan Damar.Saat ini, Sari sudah berpindah tempat. Mungkin sedang mencari barang-barang lain yang ingin ia berikan pada putrinya.Seketika Lian menelan ludahnya kasar saat melihat harga yang tertera pada baju tersebut.Itu baju yang hampir sama dengan yang Sari ambil tadi. Lian tidak menyangka jika baju anak-anak seperti itu harganya bisa mencapai lima ratus ribu.Ia jadi teringat masa dimana Sari meminta uang pada Lian untuk membelikan baju untuk anaknya itu karena baju-baju milik Kia sudah banyak yang tak muat."Eh, buat apa uang itu, Lian?" tanya bu Tri saat Lian menyerahkan uang senilai dua ratus ribu pada Sari.Padahal, Sari sudah merasa sangat senang karena ia akan pergi ke pasar guna membelikan anaknya itu baju baru."Buat
Hari cepat sekali berganti. Setidaknya, itu yang dirasakan oleh Lian. Akhirnya, perceraiannya dengan Sari pun sudah sah secara hukum negara. Tuntutan Sari akan harta gono gini juga terkabul. Dalam waktu dekat, Lian harus menjual rumah itu agar hasil penjualan bisa ia bagi dengan Sari. Atau, jika Lian masih ingin mempertahankan rumah itu, Lian harus membayar separuh harga rumah pada Sari. Dan tentu saja Lian tak punya uang untuk itu.Berbeda dengan yang Sari rasakan. Selain perasaan lega karena kini statusnya sudah jelas, Sari juga merasa lebih baik karena tak ada lagi ikatan yang menyambung dirinya dan juga keluarga Lian selain Kia.Namun, Sari berjanji untuk tidak menciptakan permusuhan di antara keduanya. Bagi Sari, yang terputus darinya dan Lian hanyalah status suami dan isteri. Tapi, untuk menjadi orang tua Kia, mereka tetaplah berada di posisinya masing-masing."Udah, sih, Mas. Ikhlasin aja rumah itu. Toh, kamu bilang kalau bangun rumah itu pakai uang mbak Sari juga, kan? Berart
Sari dan Damar saling berpandangan. Merasa sia-sia kebohongan yang mereka buat untuk mengelabuhi orang tua Damar."Ibu gak lagi becanda, kan?"Ibu dari Damar itu tertawa. Sesekali menepuk pundak sang suami karena merasa lucu, sebab sudah berhasil menipu anaknya sendiri."Ya enggak, lah, Damar. Namira itu memang saudara jauh kita. Tepatnya, dari keluarga ayah kamu. Ya, kan, dari dulu kamu jarang kumpul sama keluarga dari ayah kamu. Kebetulan juga, Namira kuliahnya di luar negeri, dapat beasiswa kuliah di China."Damar hanya bisa menggaruk kepalanya yang mendadak terasa gatal. Gara-gara ia yang tidak terlalu dekat dengan keluarga ayahnya, apalagi saudara jauh, ia jadi mudah ditipu."Tapi gak apa-apa ya, Pak. Kita nipu kamu juga ada hasilnya, kan? Sekarang, akhirnya kamu pulang bawa perempuan juga. Seneng Ibu rasanya, Mar.""Ngomong-ngomong, sudah berapa lama kalian berhubungan?" Ayah Damar yang sedari tadi diam, akhirnya mengeluarkan suaranya.Sari melirik ke arah Damar, seakan menyuruh
"Ya gak usah ditanya lagi, lah, Hesti. Kalau bukan pelakor, apa namanya? Wong kamu sama Lian aja udah jalan bareng sebelum mereka sah bercerai," ucap bu Rasti membuat Hesti mengeram marah. Tapi, ia tidak ingin merusak imej sebagai seorang bidan jika harus marah-marah di depan umum."Tapi gak apa-apa, sih. Secara tidak langsung, kamu sudah menyelamatkan Sari dari mertua toksis macam bu Tri. Siap-siap aja kamu nanti, kalau gak kuat, langsung lambaikan tangan aja, ya. Jangan sampai gila kaya si Sari."Ketiga ibu itu tertawa bersama-sama. Merasa diolok-olok, Hesti sudah tak kuat terus berlama-lama disana."Ini Bu bidan, kembaliannya," ucap pemilik warung seraya menyerahkan beberapa lembaran uang pada Hesti.Tak ingin berlama-lama mendengar celotehan para ibu, Hesti lantas segera menaiki motornya dan segera pulang menuju rumah."Huuu ... malu, kan, dia. Makanya buru-buru pergi, tuh!""Iya. Profesinya mulia banget, tapi kelakuan orangnya gak ada mulia-mulianya. Ya udah yuk, Ibu-ibu, kita la
Lian berkata dengan suara yang cukup keras hingga mengambil alih atensi orang-orang yang semula sibuk dengan urusan mereka masing-masing.Kini, nyaris semua pasang mata tertuju padanya. Sari hanya bisa melongo melihat apa yang sudah Lian lakukan di tempat umum seperti ini.Sari bangkit, diikuti dengan Damar yang ada di belakangnya. Lian masih menatap tajam ke arah Sari dan secara bergantian menatap ke arah Damar."Mas, apa yang kamu lakukan? Malu didengar orang, Mas!" desis Sari yang jujur saja merasa sangat malu."Kamu malu karena kamu merasa sudah memiliki laki-laki lain sebelum kita resmi bercerai, kan? Kalau aku, untuk apa malu? Aku mengatakan hal yang benar."Sari hanya bisa geleng-geleng kepala mendengar jawaban Lian. Kedua mata Sari terasa makin lembab mengingat laki-laki di hadapannya, yang dulu pernah begitu ia damba, kini berubah menjadi laki-laki tak berperasaan."Biarin aja kenapa, sih, Lian. Bener kata kamu, tuh. Dia malu karena orang-orang jadi tahu kalau dia itu perempu
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