Avery Tate Movie

Azizah Kanyadisa, seorang ibu rumah tangga yang kesehariannya mengurus rumah, suami dan anak, tanpa bantuan asisten rumah tangga, tetapi sering dibantu oleh suaminya dan putri kecilnya. Darino Arlando, suami Azizah dan ayah putrinya yang bernama Arlin Kanyalando, ia memiliki pekerjaan sebagai dosen di 3 perguruan tinggi swasta ternama di kotanya. Sebagian orang melihatnya sebagai hot daddy dan suami yang selalu memprioritas istri. Mereka sudah menikah lima tahun, tidak ada berita buruk atau gosip tentang pernikahan mereka. Darino sangat mencintai Azizah, jadi sebisa mungkin Darino menjaga hati sang istri. Hingga akhirnya, seseorang mencoba untuk masuk ke kehidupan Darino, dan mencoba untuk merusak rumahtangga Darino. Carisa Hargantasya, perempuan yang hadir dan menjadi guru di sekolah Arlin. Pekerjaan itu membuat Carisa mengambil kesempatan untuk menarik perhatian Darino, dan menyusun rencana lainnya. “Mas, kamu tahu kan akibat dari kesalahan yang diperbuat?” “Aku tidak ada hubungan apapun sama Carisa.” “Jangan ngelarang aku buat bawa Arlin pergi, dan jangan datang kalau kamu masih berhubungan sama dia!” Sejak saat itu, emosi Darino tidak beraturan dan berantakan. Ditinggal oleh istri dan anak tanpa ia tahu sebabnya. Akhirnya, Darino memilih untuk bertemu dengan Carisa, sialnya Darino dijebak dan membuat rumah tangganya diambang perceraian. “Mas, aku atau dia?” Dikecewakan dua kali oleh Darino, membuat Azizah go-publik yang ternyata anak dari Karasya Harimtala dan Januar Andrisata, pemilik Production House yang selalu memproduksi banyak film, mulai dari short movie, series dan film layar lebar. Lalu bagaimana kelanjutan rumah tangga Azizah dan Darino? Apakah tujuan Carisa menghancurkan rumah tangga mereka berhasil?

"You think you know hate, Avery?" His voice a dangerous rumble that seemed to roll straight through me. "Hate is easy. It’s the love that complicates everything." "Love? Don't talk to me about love. You wouldn't recognize it if it clawed its way into your heart." Liam's expression darkened, "And whose fault is that, remind me? You destroyed every ounce of it." My eyes filled with tears instantly, my voice so thick, it hurt my throat as the words came out. "And you made me pay for it, in the most horrible way. A person who loved a girl with his whole heart would never be able to do what you've done, what you've allowed to happen. That's why I hate you, because you never loved me, or else you couldn't do all this to me." His eyes sparked with anger "You have no idea what you're talking about." "Maybe I do, maybe I don't," I shot back bitterly, "But it seems like the only thing you're good at is pretending. Pretending to care, pretending to love—" "That's enough!" his voice boomed. "You want to see how real my feelings are? I should teach you a lesson on underestimating them." I tilted my chin up in defiance "Go on then, teach me." The next moment was a blur of motion as he closed the distance between us. His hands gripped my face, not gentle but not cruel—a fervent, desperate hold. His lips met mine in an intense, raw kiss, fueled by anger and deep, relentless desire. The kiss was punishing, his mouth moving against mine with a fierce urgency that left no room for doubts or second thoughts. As he pulled back, his eyes bore into mine, challenging, questioning, daring me to deny what lay between us.