Dear Diary, I want to vent again, after holding it in for some time. May I? Where should I begin this complaint? I just want to know, until when will these trials keep coming to me? After days of trying to avoid them, why do we have to meet again? It feels like I'm running in circles. When I think I've gone far enough, in the next step, I'm back to the starting point of my journey. Is this fate? I can't say it's fate. Not after the cruel fate separated me from him. Not after the cruel fate gave me a... I don't even want to say it because I don't want to remember it. Dear Diary, I promised that I wouldn't wait anymore. But seeing him again makes my determination waver. I'm entranced by his smile, and I fall in love because of his laughter. I'm trapped again, falling into his charm. I don't deserve to hope for him. It feels like, to fall in love with him, I don't deserve it. Maybe in the past, I dreamed of having him. Loving him for the rest of the life that God gave me. But

Flavia gazed at the two-story house with a long sigh. The luxurious house that had been her second home for eleven years once again made her feel uncomfortable. For the past five years, the place always made Flavia nervous. Carrying a paper bag with clothes she had intentionally chosen for this occasion, Flavia walked in following Gladwin. Instead of using the front door, they opted to enter through the side door that led directly to the kitchen. The housemaid who already knew her greeted her warmly. "Is Mom already here?" Flavia asked, glancing towards the interior of the house. "Yes, Miss. Mrs. Claire is in front of the house with Mr. Antony," replied the housemaid, acknowledged by Flavia with a nod. "And Abigail?" "She's upstairs. Getting ready, she said." Flavia nodded again and chose to walk up the stairs to her friend's room. The room they always shared when they gathered there. Flavia knocked on the door as a form of courtesy. She never wanted to open the door directly, f

The car stopped in front of a two-story luxurious house. A middle-aged couple who had been sitting on wooden chairs stood up as Phoebe opened the iron gate. Gladwin, following Phoebe, entered the front yard and greeted them while kissing the back of their hands as a gesture of courtesy. "Doctor Gladwin," Phoebe's mother greeted. Gladwin nodded politely. "Darling, this is Doctor Gladwin, Julie's son." Phoebe's mother informed her husband with enthusiasm that Gladwin found a bit excessive. "Does Dr. Gladwin also work at the same hospital as Phoebe?" Phoebe's father asked, and Gladwin shook his head in response. "Phoebe will move to the hospital where Gladwin works after finishing her current contract, Pi," Phoebe explained with her sweet smile. Gladwin felt a sense of discomfort when the woman beside him spoke. He knew Phoebe was making her move, and he was aware of it because he was an adult, not an inexperienced young boy. "Come inside. I've prepared some snacks," Phoebe's mother

They had just finished their routine event at the orphanage, and Eijaz was driving while Flavia sat casually beside the steering wheel. Eijaz intended to invite her to dinner, and Flavia agreed.Flavia looked at the man beside her, Eijaz Dominic, also known as Dr. Eijaz. A tall man with tan skin and thick, shiny black hair, he had a handsome face. His smile was always warm, and his voice was calming. His demeanor was nurturing, and his attention?Flavia had known him for five years. Let's skip the details of their first meeting. The next day, she was reintroduced to him, revealing that he was the son of her father's acquaintance, a businessman who chose to become a doctor instead of continuing the family business.Eijaz was extremely, even excessively, polite. He always spoke politely but didn't hesitate to be sharp if Flavia made a mistake. Everyone assumed they were a couple, but in reality, only Flavia and Eijaz knew the truth.Eijaz had expressed his feelings to Flavia about his l

The hospital has its distinctive smell; that's what's on Gladwin's mind. And those smells have lingered long enough in his head. In the early days of his practice, all those scents made him feel dizzy, but now, because he's accustomed to them, all those smells have become ordinary. The hospital's dedicated phone rings. There's a special message. Gladwin reads the message and immediately leaves his desk. The teakwood door with a natural brown color, labeled 'Director,' is in front of him. He knocks twice until he gets permission to enter. He opens it and sees several fellow doctors with morning schedules like his gathered inside the room. "Doctor Hampton, please come in." The heavy and friendly voice of Doctor Hamid welcomes him. "Well, now that it seems everyone on morning duty is here, let me introduce. Doctors, all of you, staff members as well. As discussed earlier, we'll have a new doctor in this hospital. So let me introduce to all of y