Semua Bab Unspoken Love: Bab 1 - Bab 10

Have you ever spent your life thinking about what it means to have everything when you actually have nothing? It’s a strange, hollow question to carry around. Most people think "having nothing" means a lack of money or a roof over your head, but there’s a deeper kind of poverty. It’s the kind where you have your health, a job, and a place to sleep, but you lack the one thing that would make any of it matter. It’s the gap between who you are and who you want to be for someone else. ​Then there’s the second part of that question—the one that actually keeps me up at night. Have you ever thought about what it’s like to love someone who already has the whole world, while you’re still standing there with empty hands? ​I used to hate the rain. I hated the way it turned the sky a bruised, heavy grey and made the air feel thick with a sadness I couldn’t quite name. It felt like the world was mourning something, and I didn’t want to be part of the funeral. Back then, rain just meant wet shoe

The world is quietest at 5:00 AM. In the heart of the city, before the jeepneys begin their cacophonous roar and the heat of the sun turns the pavement into an oven, there is a blue, cool stillness. I arrived at the bakery just as the first light began to bleed through the smog. Mr. Baker was already there, his silhouette visible through the frosted glass of the shopfront. ​"You know, Mr. Baker," I said, lifting a heavy tray of freshly baked pandesal to the display shelf, "you really ought to consider a full-time apprentice. Someone who doesn't have to run off to differential calculus in the middle of the morning." ​Mr. Baker paused, a dusting of flour on his apron looking like a map of a distant galaxy. He shook his head slowly. "No, Harris. I’m contented with you. Besides, if I hire some stranger to take over the day shift, where does that leave you? You’d be out of a job, and I’d be stuck with someone who doesn’t know how to stack the bread properly." ​"It’s okay," I insisted, th

​The air in the bakery at 4:30 AM was thick with the scent of proofing yeast and the dry, white dust of flour. It was a familiar comfort, but today, the atmosphere was different. The silence I usually shared with Mr. Baker was shattered by the high-voltage energy of Sam Perez. ​"So, this is the recruit? My new right hand?" Mr. Baker asked, leaning over the counter with a skeptical squint. He looked Sam up and down—Sam was currently wearing a borrowed oversized shirt of mine and an expression of exaggerated readiness. ​"Yes, Mr. Baker," Sam chirped, snapping a crisp, military-style salute. "Sam Perez at your service. I can cook, I can clean, and I can sell bread like it’s the last food on earth. Just say the word, Chief." ​Mr. Baker let out a wheezing laugh that shook his flour-dusted apron. I couldn't help but smile, too. My own personality was a quiet, brooding thing—a product of years of survival. Sam, however, was like a sparkler in a dark room. He was loud, unfiltered, and vibra

The afternoon sun was a relentless weight against my shoulders as I finished the final drill of football training. The grass of the university field was scorched and dry, kicking up dust with every sprint. For a solid hour, the rhythmic thud of the ball against my cleats was the only thing that kept my mind from spiraling. On the field, I wasn't the "mistress’s son" or the "bakery apprentice." I was just a midfielder with a precise kick and a scholarship to protect. ​After the coach blew the final whistle, I retreated to the bleachers. My jersey was soaked with sweat, and my lungs burned. I sat heavily on the cold metal, reaching for my water bottle. The stadium was mostly empty, save for a few groups of students lingering in the shade. ​I had just tilted my head back to take a long, desperate swig of water when a shadow fell over me. ​"Harris, here you are. I thought you might have collapsed out there." ​The water went down the wrong way. I coughed, nearly dropping the bottle, as

"What are you doing here?" Winslet asked me when she already feel okay. "I'm the one who will ask you, what are you doing to a place like this?" I asked her seriously. "I'm with Nathan and my friends how about you?" She said and asked me again. "And where are they?" I asked her without answering her question. "They are all inside." She said. "Then what are you doing here?" I said seriously. "I saw you thats why I followed you, but someone grabs my hand and pinned me to the wall and ask me to go out with him." She said and about to cry, but I pulled her closed to me and hugged her tight. "Sshhh don't cry." I said while caressing her back. "I'm so sorry." She said while crying. "Why?" I asked. "Because you are mad at me." She said that made me smiled. She lo