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Setengah kilo nasi aking untuk anakku adalah novel tentang kehidupan sebuah keluarga yang hidup digaris kemiskinan. setelah sang suami harus diberhentikan dari pekerjaannya, mereka benar-benar terpuruk. Dan mereka bekerja serabutan. Hardi, lelaki yang telah membersamainya selama hampir kurang kebih tujuh tahun bekerja sebagai kuli cangkul disawah. sedangkan Hanum tak pernah tinggal diam. Ia membantu mencari uang sebagai buruh cuci setrika dari rumah kerumah. Meskipun kehidupan mereka pas-pasan, namun keluarga mereka adalah contoh keluarga bahagia. selalu bersyukur dan tak pernah mengeluh sedikitpun. Mereka menjalani hari-hari dengan penuh kebahagiaan. Namun ... kebahagiaan Hanum tak berlangsung lama. Disinilah awal dari semua penderitaan yang dialami oleh Hanum dan kedua Anaknya ...! Penderitaan yang bagaimana yang dialami oleh Hanum ...? Yuk ikuti kisah selanjutnya ... !

Menikah tapi tak pernah berinteraksi? Aliyah Wijaya, seorang model terkenal dengan segala skandal miliknya, hanya berharap satu kata dari pernikahannya dengan Bram Atmaja, CERAI! Bukannya ia tak bersyukur memiliki seorang suami crazy rich dengan kekayaan yang berlimpah. Hanya saja suaminya itu terlalu dingin dan mencekam, meninggalkan Aliyah pada malam pernikahan mereka, menuju Amerika untuk membangun bisnisnya di negara itu. Tak tanggung-tanggung, pria itu menghilang selama tiga tahun! Segala cara Aliyah lakukan selama tiga tahun itu untuk keberhasilan misinya. Menjadi model nakal dengan penuh scandal, menghisap kekayaan Bram, hingga bahkan menggoda Bram dengan brutal karena mengira pria itu adalah seorang gay. Tapi ... Saat pria itu kembali, Aliyah menyadari bahwa dirinya idiot selama ini. --- Bram : "Aliyah ... Bukannya kamu sudah janji bahwa malam ini kamu akan melay-" Aliyah : "A-Aku ..."

After I was falsely accused of being a third wheel by a fake heiress, she hired a group of people to corner me in the delivery room under the pretense of giving me an intervention. "How dare you, a shameless mistress, hope to secure a place with your child!" "Today, I'm going to make sure that b*stard in your belly is gone for good. Let's see if you dare get into my man's bed again." The group blocked the delivery room door, their faces twisted with malice as they refused to let the doctors deliver my baby. I begged them to let me go, but they only laughed cruelly and forced me down in front of a camera while I struggled through labor. They forcefully pulled the baby out of my belly and killed him right in front of me. I clung to my child's lifeless body, sobbing hysterically, while they posted my miserable state online with the caption, 'This is what happens to mistresses.' Later, I exposed her fake heiress status and revealed the dirty secrets of her and those people who were allegedly giving me an intervention online. Relentlessly attacked by netizens until she had nowhere left to turn, she ended up begging me for forgiveness. I pointed to the edge of the rooftop and said, "Jump, and I'll forgive you."

For eight long years, Bryan Millan and I were married, but you’d never have known it by looking at his life. He never once acknowledged our relationship in public. Not a single post, not a single mention of me on his social media. Then came our anniversary. The day that was supposed to be about us. Instead, Bryan made an announcement on his Instagram account—just not the one I expected. There he was, hand in hand with his assistant, her draped in a wedding dress. The caption read: [When you're in love, you want the whole world to know.] The comments flooded in. [Bryan finally got married!] [Congrats! Wishing you a lifetime of happiness together!] In that moment, I could no longer lie to myself. Bryan wasn't reserved. He just never loved me. So, I decided to let go. But he wasn't ready for that. He clung to me, desperate now. But I pried his hands off and laughed—a real, genuine laugh, the kind that comes from somewhere deep inside when you realize you're finally free. Then, I looked him straight in the eye and said the words I'd been holding in, "Don't beg me to come back. Because now that I don't love you, I've never felt better."

It's Thanksgiving, and I'm waiting for Zeke Jones to come home after cooking up an extravagant meal. When Zeke returns, he doesn't even glance at the meal I've prepared for him. Instead, he proceeds to pack a bag. "I can't celebrate Thanksgiving with you this year," he says. I take another bite of my turkey and say nothing. At the stroke of midnight, Zeke's first love posts a new photo on her social media page. In the photo, she's lying on Zeke's back with a bright smile on her face. The moon outside the window is bright. "Happy to spend Thanksgiving with good company," her caption reads. Instead of hysterically questioning Zeke about the post, I just tap on the "like" button without reacting in any way. Zeke calls me. His voice sounds panicked as he tries to explain himself. "Please don't misinterpret the post. I will definitely spend Thanksgiving with you next year…" I freeze for a few moments, letting out a small laugh. I don't offer him a reply. Next time, he says? Oh, Zeke, I'm afraid there won't be a next time.

Belum juga usai kemelut asa, karena menempatkan hati pada Christopher Ambrosius, pria yang tidak seiman dengannya. Kini, Bening Bhanuwati kembali terjebak rasa dengan Telaga Cakrawala, pria beristri yang berusia sangat jauh dengannya. -- “Harusnya, kamu bersyukur,” timpal Aga. “Sudah tahu kebohongan pacar kamu sejak awal. Coba kalau sudah nikah terus ketahuan dia selingkuh seperti sekarang?” “Terus, Bapak sendiri bagaimana?” balas Bening menoleh pada Aga dengan mata yang sudah membengkak. “Bapak sudah nikah tapi nggak nolak sama sekali waktu saya cium. Malah diem-diem aja menikmati.” Aga bungkam. Mengapa Bening selalu berani untuk menyanggah ucapannya tanpa rasa segan sama sekali. “Secara nggak langsung, itu, sama aja dengan Bapak selingkuh sama saya.” Aga mengerjap tegang memikirkan ucapan Bening. Apakah dirinya saat ini telah mengkhianati sang istri karena telah berciuman dengan sekretarisnya sendiri?

My mother-in-law’s final wish was simple—she wanted one last trip to Hawaii, to bask in the warmth of the sun before her time ran out. But her son, Vincent, didn’t see it that way. He thought I was manipulating her, using her as an excuse to drag him on a vacation he didn’t want. So, out of spite, he refused to grant her dying wish. I begged him. Pleaded. Swallowed my pride and all the hurt his accusations brought. After relentless persuasion, he finally relented. I thought, at last, I could give Lucy the happiness she deserved. But on the day we were set to leave, Vincent was nowhere to be found. And that same day, Lucy suffered a heart attack. She passed away with only me by her side—never getting to feel the warmth of the sun on her skin one last time. And then I saw it. A picture. Vincent, tagged at a luxury resort with his ex. The caption from her read: Thank you for abandoning your job to take me on this trip. You’re the best. I didn’t scream. I didn’t cry. I didn’t even confront him. I just packed my bags and left. And this time? Vincent found out about the truth and begged me to stay.

Runalla meyakini bahwa pernikahannya akan baik-baik saja, walau sang suami tak pernah memberi perhatian atau sentuhan sedikit pun. Rumah tangga tak biasa--tak banyak dilalui oleh pasutri. Bukankah seharusnya dia bersyukur? Setidaknya, Biru tidak melayangkan pukulan atau makian. Biru hanya memberi sebuah pengabaian emosional yang begitu besar. Runalla selalu memandang segalanya dari sisi positif, maka dari itu, satu per satu celah mulai terbuka. "Kalau aku kayak gini ... nggak papa?" Biru adalah sosok yang rapuh. Membutuhkan rasa sayang sebagaimana anak kecil, yang kebutuhannya tak pernah dipenuhi oleh orang tua. Dan tiba saat di mana lelaki itu memohon. Dengan teramat sangat. Ketika keadaan berputar, menguak segalanya--berbagai masa lalu buruk yang jarang dialami oleh anak kecil. "Kamu jahat banget. Tahu itu, nggak, Runa?" Warning: » abuse (physical, emotional, and sexual) » self harm » suicide ideation » ptsd. #SalahSasaran

Alya tak pernah berpikir hidupnya akan berubah secepat itu. Sejak kecelakaan membuat suaminya lumpuh, ia menyerahkan seluruh hidupnya untuk merawat Damar. Siang malam ia menjadi perawat, sahabat, sekaligus istri yang setia—meski sering harus menelan air mata sendiri. Bertahun-tahun perjuangan dan doa akhirnya membuahkan hasil. Damar sembuh, bisa berjalan lagi, dan kembali bekerja. Alya bersyukur, ia percaya kesetiaan selalu berbuah manis. Namun, kebahagiaan itu hanya sementara. Di balik senyum Damar yang kembali cerah, tersembunyi sebuah pengkhianatan. Alya menemukan kenyataan pahit: lelaki yang pernah ia jaga di saat tak berdaya, kini membagi hatinya pada perempuan lain. Kesetiaan Alya diuji. Antara bertahan dalam luka, atau pergi demi menyelamatkan harga diri dan hatinya sendiri. Karena kadang, kehancuran rumah tangga bukan datang saat badai, melainkan saat seseorang yang kita rawat justru memilih meninggalkan kita.

As I head to see my boyfriend, Howard Schultz, who is working late, I get into a car accident. I call him dozens of times for help, but he doesn't answer a single one. Staring at his brightly lit office building not far away, I sink into despair. When I wake up in the hospital, I see a post from his subordinate. It's a picture showing the reflection of the two of them in the glass door, standing far closer than they should, with the caption, "What do I do when my boss is scolding me late at night?" Unwilling to believe it, I call him again. This time, he finally answers. My voice trembles. "Howard, I got into a car accident…" "Celine, I'm still working. I'll send my assistant to take care of it, okay? Be good. I'll see you after I come back from my business trip." I try to say more, but his angry shout suddenly cuts through the line. "Crystal Jennings! You're only allowed to bring one suitcase for this trip. Why do you have three? Do you think we're going on vacation?" Crystal Jennings—the new intern Howard just hired. I stare at the disconnected call, tears drying on my cheeks. I then call my parents instead. "I agree to the engagement you arranged."