Arti Muse Makeup

Season 1 Sebuah kisah perjalanan hidup seorang wanita yang harus rela melihat sebuah pengkhianatan dari seorang lelaki yang dicintainya. Beban hidup yang begitu berat ditengah kesusahan Ekonomi juga menjaga buah hati. Cinta yang tulus serta perjuangan yang ikhlas akan membawa kita pada kedamaian yang indah. Berserah diri pada Allah sang pencipta alam. Season 2 Menceritakan perjuangan seorang gadis dalam mewujudkan impiannya, namun malah di pertemukan dengan jodohnya dengan cara yang tidak terduga. Kisah ini menceritakan bagaimana perjuangan dua insan dan menemukan arti sebuah pelajaran hidup yang sesungguhnya untuk mereka setelah pengkhianatan itu terjadi. Arti dari sebuah kesabaran dan keikhlasan yang menjunjung tinggi nilai keagamaan. Silahkan simak kisahnya, dan kalian akan ikut terenyuh dengan kisahnya.

After twenty years of knowing and loving my destined mate, Alpha Martin, we were finally about to get married. On the eve of the wedding, He skillfully picked out the lipstick shade I wanted from my makeup bag. That's when I knew: Alpha Martin had someone else. That girl was wearing the custom evening gown I'd prepared for the wedding banquet, clinking glasses with Alpha Martin in a mate's toast. Our friends surrounded her, respectfully calling her "Luna." I didn't cause a scene. Instead, I called the hospital. "Dr. Fabian, please dispose of the eggs I had frozen." Then I sent a message to that girl. "Yvonne Jimenez, would you like to marry Martin Daniels in my place?"

Set up by her husband’s muse, Sylvia Ross received the divorce papers while she was pregnant. She did not try to salvage the marriage because not only did he have her slapped sixty times but he even tried to take her child away!“Odell Carter, have you never loved me at all throughout these years?” she asked.His reply was uncaring and cruel. ”I’ve only ever felt nothing but hatred for you.”Three years later, Sylvia Ross was born anew after the baptism by fire. She returned to Westchester City with the daughter whose existence she kept secret all this time.Upon encountering her again, Odell tried to force himself into her life. “Let’s get married.”Sylvia could only chuckle. “Sorry, that ship has sailed.”

"They hurt you which they shouldn't have. They should pay for it and you need to make them realize what they have done. You can only do that when you heal, so baby, cry it out now so when you are done, you will be healed." He spoke into her ear with a tone so comforting. But was it enough to take out the pain of being stood up on her wedding day by the man she had loved all her life? She sought comfort in the hands of a stranger, little did she know she had fallen into the arms of her nightmare. The man wasn't one to mess with and before she could figure it all out, he claimed her. 'You are my muse and I am your nightmare.......'

"Vee bumangon ka muna! Ipapakilala ko sayo iyong bago mong bodyguard." Kahit inaantok pa ay bumangon ako at bagot na tinignan si Daddy. "What? Bodyguard na naman! Ayoko na nga ng ganyan eh! Nakakasawa na--" napahinto ako sa pagsasalita ng may lalaking pumasok sa kwarto ko. "Sino siya?" "Vee meet your new bodyguard, James Villianuevva." "Ito? New bodyguard ko? Seryoso ka dad?" "Yes, and I am sure magugustuhan mo siya. Magkakasundo kayo sa mga bagay-bagay, lalo na kung mag sho-shopping ka at pagdating sa mga makeup--" "Babae lang ang mahilig mag shopping at mag makeup dad." Saad ko at napatampal sa noo ko. "I'm gay." Muntik ng malaglag iyong panga ko sa sinabi niya.

"Vee bangun! Aku akan memperkenalkan pengawal barumu," kata ayah. Aku bangun dan menatapnya, meskipun aku masih mengantuk. "Apa? Pengawal lagi? Aku baru saja bilang aku tidak menginginkan semua itu! Itu menyebalkan—" Aku terhenti ketika seorang pria tampan memasuki kamarku tanpa diduga. "Bisakah kau memberitahuku siapa dia?" "Vee, perkenalkan James Villianuevva, pengawal barumu." "Kamu serius, ayah? Ini bodyguard baruku?" "Aku yakin kamu akan menikmatinya; kamu akan cocok dengannya, terutama dalam hal belanja dan makeup—" Aku menggelengkan kepala dan bergumam, "Ya Tuhan, hanya wanita yang suka berbelanja dan merias wajah." "Aku gay," kataku, rahangku ternganga mendengar berita itu. Apa? Gay? Apa, pengawal gay? Itu gila...

Suatu arti, dari kata sahabat menjelajahi negri sendiri. Mereka Ahdi, Dan kawannya. Mengibarkan bendera dipuncak tertinggi Jawa barat. Lalu Terkisah pria gagah bernama Rizki. Tentang kisah panjang nya berkelana dikota hujan, bertemu dengan wanita tulus. Selanjutnya ada kisah inspirasi and motivasi, respect seseorang yang ingat kepada kebaikan. Bagaimana kisahnya?.

My firefighter husband had fallen from a great height during a mission and was rushed into the emergency room, covered in blood. As the only person capable of saving him, I stood just outside the operating room, calm and composed. Reaching for my makeup bag, I began carefully applying my makeup. Another doctor, panic-stricken, rushed toward me and shouted, "Dr. Warhol! The patient's kidney has ruptured! You're the only surgeon in all of Switzerland who can perform this life-saving procedure! If you don’t act now, he’s going to die!" I continued shaping my eyebrows with steady precision, not even glancing in his direction. "Quiet," I said coolly. "If you keep yelling, my brows might end up crooked."

Sepupuku adalah seorang influencer kecantikan yang suka melakukan transformasi penampilan melalui riasan. Saat aku menolak menjadi modelnya, dia malah memutuskan untuk membuka peti jenazah dan merias nenekku saat pemakaman demi menarik perhatian. Alhasil, wajah kaku nenekku di dalam peti jenazah dipenuhi dengan berbagai highlighter dan glitter. Aku menghentikan siaran langsungnya, dan sekarang dia sangat marah padaku. Menjelang hari pernikahanku, dia tiba-tiba muncul dan berkata, "Kak, keterampilanku sudah meningkat. Hari ini aku pasti akan membuatmu menjadi pengantin tercantik, bagaimana?" Melihat produk makeup yang dibawanya, yang merknya belum pernah kulihat sebelumnya, aku pun setuju. Dia tidak menyadari bahwa aku sudah tahu niatnya sejak awal.

By the fifth year of my marriage to Noah Lester, everyone insisted that I, Emma Newman, was his eternal muse. But I knew the truth. Behind my back, Noah cycled through a parade of fresh-faced, eager lovers. He even flaunted them at social gatherings, swapping one for another with shameless ease. When friends teased him—"Didn’t you swear Emma was the love of your life? Why the revolving door of mistresses?"—he’d just laugh, arms slung around his latest conquests. "Once you’ve caught your muse the glow fades. Give me someone new and tender any day—at least they keep things exciting." So I began plotting my escape. What Noah never realized was that I had grown tired of him, too. Tired of this life, of these performances. I was done.