Bunga Male

Warning! Konten dewasa, penuh adegan 21++ Harap bijak membaca^^🔞 *** Bagaskara atau yang lebih dikenal sebagai Lingga—rela menjalani profesi sebagai gigolo bayaran hanya untuk menjerat Maudy—jalang sialan yang sudah mencuri miliknya serta membalas dendam atas kehancuran keluarganya di masa lalu. Namun Bagas tak pernah menyangka bahwa pilihannya justru menyeretnya ke dalam skandal panas dengan putri tiri wanita itu. Di tengah permainan rahasia dan godaan para wanita yang mulai menginginkannya, seberapa jauh Bagaskara bisa bermain sebelum semuanya lepas kendali? ***

"Bagaimana kalau kamu masuk ke kamar saya sebentar? Saya butuh bantuan laki-laki yang ... kuat kayak kamu, Rus." Rusdi tediam mendengar ucapan Nyonya Vivian, majikannya yang terasa ambigu itu. Selama ini, Rusdi bekerja sebagai tukang kebun, tapi tidak sekali dua kali majikannya itu seolah berusaha menggodanya dan membuatnya hilang kewarasan.

"Ramli, hamili istriku, aku akan membayarmu dua puluh kali lipat dari gajimu!" Ramli, duda anak tiga dari desa, terpaksa bekerja untuk CEO kaya. Namun, kedua majikannya terus bertengkar karena lima tahun ini, mereka tidak dikaruniai anak. Ramli yang butuh uang, tepaksa harus melakukan kerjasama. Perlahan, Vina mulai merasa nyaman dan ketagihan dengan sang pelayan. Hingga akhirnya mereka terjebak dalam hubungan yang sangat rumit. Apalagi saat Vina tahu sang suami telah mengkhianati dirinya dengan memiliki selingkuhan. Yang lebih mengejutkan adalah, Ramli sebenarnya bukan pelayan biasa hingga semua orang terkejut!

Wanita pekerja keras itu bertemu teman sekelasnya masa sekolah SD. Pertemuan mereka berawal karena seorang anak yang merupakan anak pria tersebut bersama istri pertamanya yang sudah meninggal. Bunga Bestari, wanita yang kaya akan kelembutan dan penuh tanggung jawab itu menerima tawaran ibu pria itu, Kafkha Dylantara, menjadi istri pria itu. Kafkha terpaksa menerima pernikahan itu disaat hatinya masih terpaku pada mendiang istrinya. Sukses menjadi menantu dan ibu sambungan yang diinginkan, tetapi tidak mudah bagi Bunga untuk menjadi istri yang diinginkan dokter dingin itu. Bisakah Bunga meluluhkan hati pria itu?

In my fifth year of teaching at a rural school in Mount Dalon, Melissa Snow shows up with her first love by her side. "Have you had enough of this miserable life? Go apologize, and after I'm married, I might still support you. Otherwise, stay here and rot as a lonely, broke schoolteacher." People around us begin to whisper, acting like I've been handed my golden ticket out of the impoverished area and should be falling to my knees in gratitude. I simply smile. "Teaching here suits me just fine. Besides, I'm married."

My wife, Rochelle Willoughby, went on a business trip for five months. When I picked her up at the airport, she showed up with her true love instead. I noticed her baby bump and was about to ask some questions, but she shoved me away like I was some disgusting piece of trash. "Don't touch me with your grubby hands. I'm pregnant with Samuel's baby. If you hurt it somehow, I'll kill you!" Then, she gently held Samuel Riverson's hand. "You must be exhausted. Let's go home." She left me at the airport without so much as a glance. I saw them off and quietly rubbed the part Rochelle shoved. Then, I contacted my divorce lawyer. Ten years. This marriage finally came to an end.

On my 16th birthday, I treat myself to the most delicious cake I can find. On that day, before I can even take a bite, my parents, who are always at odds with each other, sign their divorce papers right in front of me. So, on my wedding day, I tell my wife, Keira Jarrett, "If you ever want a divorce, just get me a birthday cake." She hugs me tightly and promises me."Don't worry. 'Birthday' won't even be a word in our home anymore." Seven years later, on Keira's birthday, her assistant, Jackson Price, throws her a surprise party. She slaps him across his handsome, gentle face and kicks him out of Jarrett Group. That day, I am convinced I have chosen the right woman for life. But three months later, on my birthday, I find out the supposedly fired Jackson has been promoted to Keira's personal secretary. He personally delivers a custom-made birthday cake to me. I call Keira to demand an explanation, but her voice on the other end is cold and distant. "Jack meant well. Don't be a spoilsport." I freeze for a moment, then hang up. It turns out my parents are right all along. The only way a birthday cake tastes right is when it's served with divorce papers.

I had been the company's top sales performer—the kind who brought in tens of millions in revenue. But just because I hadn't praised my boss' girlfriend in the company group chat, she fired me without hesitation and replaced me with her cousin. Not long after, the company's sales dropped straight to zero. That was when she had come to my door on her own to apologize. "Please, come back," she had begged. "My boyfriend said he'll break up with me if you don't return."

Rachel Larson was adamant about marrying me, and she spent ten years stealing my heart. On the night before our wedding, I overheard her conversation with her friend. "You're marrying Leonardo? What about your side piece?" A moment of silence later, Rachel answered, "That guy? He's just a cheap replacement. Leonardo's the real deal. Don't compare my side piece to him. If he stays put and keeps his mouth shut, I might let him stay around. Leonardo's a broad-minded man. He won't mind." The side piece did not stay put. In fact, he caused a scene at the wedding the next day. He shoved me off the stage, but the woman who was supposed to marry me darted over to his side instead. Why? He was holding a piece of broken glass against his throat. Gutturally, he roared, "Choose! Me or him?" Panicked, Rachel kicked me away despite my injuries, and she roared, "Get out of the way! I need to take him to the hospital! If anything happens to him, I'll kill you!" She didn't need to wait that long. My heart died right there and then. … That night, I bought a flight ticket that would take me abroad and left her.

To take care of my paralyzed mother-in-law, I quit my job and spent three years as a full-time househusband. That day, after cleaning up her waste, I hid in the bathroom with a cigarette between my fingers and came across a post on my wife’s boss’ Instagram. [You’re meant to be with me in the end. Since that freeloader can’t give you happiness, let me take you to the paradise of Maldev.] Above the caption were two plane tickets. Someone commented below. [That homemaker husband of hers is definitely clinging onto her. After all, she’s his meal ticket.] The boss replied. [Don’t worry. Tonight she’ll go home and come clean. She’ll say the company was caught falsifying accounts and is facing massive fines, and that she might need to serve jail time. [To keep that guy from getting dragged into it, the only option is divorce. He’s as timid as a mouse and will take any chance to flee.] I stared at the screen, stunned, until the cigarette burned my fingers. Ten minutes later, my wife rushed home, panic written all over her face. She dropped her bag on the floor. “Honey, something’s gone wrong with the company’s finances. They’re accusing us of falsifying accounts. I was solely responsible for the accounts. I might need to serve 10 years in prison, plus fines of more than ten thousand dollars. “We need to sign the papers before they seize our house. I don’t want to drag you and mom into this.”