Bunga Male

After regaining my hearing, I happily march over to the room of my arch-rival, eager to flaunt in front of him—only to hear him moaning my name as he does what all guys do for pleasure.

It was my twentieth birthday. My father presented me with the photos of many rich heiresses across the nation. He wanted me to pick the one to have a political marriage with. I told him I wanted to leave that in the hands of fate. Why? In my previous life, I picked Rachel Osborne, an heiress from Shampton. And I did that without hesitation. After we got married, I found out her true love, Zacharias Newman, had gotten himself drunk at a bar. The reason? He was heartbroken that we got married. And while he was drunk, a robber mugged him and cut off his hand's tendons. He tried to kill himself three times, and who did my wife blame? Me. She extracted my family's assets and gave them all to her beloved. My family was left as an empty husk. And she let him cut our brake lines. Thanks to him, my family and I died in a horrifying car crash. This was my second life. This time, I chose Seraphina Oliviera, an heiress from Fortunopolis. She was someone who couldn't care less about worldly matters and was a God-fearing woman. Eventually, I showed up at the engagement with Seraphina, but that apparently drove Rachel mad.

I'm a nationally certified animal trainer running the Lion King, Caesar's final assessment. I've barely stepped into the enclosure corridor when the steel guillotine door slams down behind me. My wife's laughter crackles over the loudspeaker. "Everyone, we're doing the ultimate challenge today! We're locking the so-called number-one animal trainer in the Lion King's enclosure and taking bets on whether he wets himself in ten minutes!" Caesar crouches low and rumbles a warning. I reach for my tranquilizer gun but stop cold. The liquid isn't the right color. In a phony sing-song voice, the veterinarian, Hugh Archer, says, "Lucian, I forgot to mention, I swapped your tranquilizer darts for pepper spray so you won't hurt Caesar by mistake. "You two are so close. Just win him over with love!" I look at Caesar, his eyes bloodshot from the stimulant, and it clicks. Hugh still resents that I stopped him from touching a tiger with his bare hands a few days ago. I tune out the trash blaring over the loudspeaker, pull a remote from my pocket, and hit the button. It's the master switch for the electric fence gates around every predator enclosure in the zoo. If I don't make it out, no one does.

The night before our wedding, word spread like wildfire through high society that my fiancee had thrown herself a bachelorette party with ten virgins. When I storm into the villa, I find her nestled in the arms of my chauffeur's son, her skin blotched with fresh red marks. "It's just a wild night before the wedding. You get that, don't you?" Melissa Young says. She looks up at me with indifference, not bothering to explain herself. I catch the smug challenge in the eyes of the man holding her. My eyes burn red as I hurl the wedding invitations to the floor. "The scandal is everywhere! Have you even thought about what tomorrow's wedding will look like?" I yell. "This isn't just about you and me. It's about the future of both our families' businesses! Call a press conference and explain yourself." She frowns, irritation flickering in her eyes, but gives a grudging nod. Yet the next day, the internet explodes with a new bombshell—the Zucker heir is impotent, leaving his fiancee unsatisfied. When I demand answers, Melissa puts her foot down, her voice dripping with venom as she says, "All I see now is Nicky." She snaps, "No matter how many times you threaten to pull your investments, my mind's made up!" In that moment, the last ember of love I feel for her goes out. I call my dad, my resolve steeled. "Cut off all funding to Young Group, and buy out every one of her partnerships at triple the price!"

I run into a group of rogues on my way home for my daughter's birthday. I call my wife for help, but she blocks my number. I'm dragged out of the car, stabbed a dozen times, and thrown into the bushes to die. My neck is broken, and my organs are spilling out of my body. The rogues think I'm going to die—they even mention each other's names before me. Then, they drive off in my car while whistling happily. I hold onto my head and organs as I crawl to the roadside, hoping against hope that someone will save me. Before I'm taken to the hospital, I see my wife's social media update—she and her secretary have taken a sweet photo together while celebrating our daughter's birthday. The first thing I do after being discharged is demand a divorce.

Sya memutuskan mencari mantan kekasihnya setelah suaminya meninggal satu tahun. Mengetahui mantannya, Rayhan, masih tak berpasangan. Sya berniat menjalin hubungan kembali dengannya. Dengan cara-cara anti-mainstream, Sya mengejutkan Rayhan lewat bukunya setelah tidak bertemu selama 15 tahun.

Raihana Bunga Yasmin, 18 tahun. Gadis itu tinggal selangkah lagi akan menggapai cita-cita lulus SMA lalu kuliah di fakultas favoritnya. Namun, semua kandas karena seorang anak kyai yang datang melamarnya. Berulang kali Bunga meminta kedua orang tuanya untuk menolak lamaran itu. Lagipula, dia hanya akan dijadikan istri kedua dari Mas Hamzah. Kawin siri pula. Namun, perjodohan itu nyatanya tetap dilaksanakan. Kedua orang tuanya tiada kuasa menolak seakan itu permintaan seorang raja. Beberapa hari setelah Ujian Nasional akad nikah secara siri telah dilaksanakan. Dengan berurai air mata, Bunga diboyong ke pondok. Akan tetapi, karena sangat marah, di hari resepsi pernikahannya Bunga justru minggat dari pesta itu. Dia memilih lari sejauh-jauhnya dari kota kelahirannya.  Hingga sebuah kecelakaan membuatnya berjumpa dengan Alfian Salim, lelaki arogan yang tidak percaya cinta karena luka lama.  Bagaimana kisah Bunga selanjutnya yang terjebak sebagai babu sekaligus istri kontrak Alfian?  Kok, bisa?  Lha, terus Mas Hamzah bagaimana? Ikuti kisah Bunga dan Alfian dalam Godaan Sang Majikan Tampan!

Dingin... Pagi ini dingin menusuk hilang ke relung hati.Menenggelamkan rasa candu yang selama ini melekat dalam diri. Apa yang kau inginkan?Maaf aku belum bisa mengabulkannya.Ada batasan tak kasat mata untuk kita, dan itu karena kau yang memulainya.Jadi mengapa saat ini kau kembali merusak keyakinanku, dengan bersikap kekanakan? Apa kau tahu bagaimana rasanya melawan arus?Tolong jangan seperti ini.Jangan menyulitkan apa yang sudah mulai kuterima.Kau hanya perlu untuk melanjutkan sisa hidup, dan aku pun demikian.°• Julia Malika Kuncoro•°Aku menyesal melewatkanmu,tanpa berjuang lebih dulu.Seharusnya aku tidak membiarkankesempatan itu lewat begitu saja,di saat kuyakini kau memiliki rasa untukku.Saat ini ketika tak ada satu pun petunjuk, aku merasa benar-benar seperti manusia bodoh.Puluhan purnama aku berusaha, tapi puluhan kali pula aku merasasemakin bodoh lagi dan lagi.Apa yang kau inginkan?Haruskah semua ini ku akhiri? °• Saidan Pratama Putra•°

My parents' enemy kidnapped me and live-streamed cutting off my fingers, just to force them to show up. For a time, the entire internet was searching for my parents. But what no one knew was that the police chief on the live connection was my real father. At that very moment, he was on a beach in Havai, lighting fireworks for his adopted son. And on their barbecue table, the live stream of my fingers being cut off was playing. Later, I survived long enough to be rescued, and I reached out with my severed fingers, wanting to touch my parents. But they recoiled in disgust and, without so much as a backward glance, took their adopted son out for steak. What they never realized was that hidden inside my severed fingers was something that would make them regret everything.

Penelope Rivera's little boy toy, Theodore Schneider, is throwing another tantrum. She slides the divorce papers across the table toward me. "Just sign them for show. It's to keep Teddy happy." I clench the cuff of my suit and nod in silence. I sign my name in one swift stroke. As I'm walking out, I hear one of her girlfriends teasing, "Samuel's way too easygoing. Does he actually do everything you say?" Penelope takes a graceful sip of red wine and smirks. "Wanna bet?" They bet that I will quietly go through with the divorce at the courthouse, even if my eyes are red with tears. Listening their laughter, I rub my thumb over my phone screen and reply to the message I've just received. "Will you marry me?" it says. "I will."