Caption Hujan Singkat

Anindya Nasywa Wulandari, seorang gadis pekerja keras yang harus menerima takdir buruk. Dicampakkan sang pacar yang merupakan atlet bola nasional hanya lewat pesan singkat saja. Selang satu minggu, Anin menerima kabar jika Dimas Wisnu Pratama, nama mantan pacar Anin sedang melakukan lamaran dengan selebgram cantik yang juga merupakan putri anggota dewan. Rasa cinta, marah dan kecewa menjadi satu. Anin tak menyangka, jalan cintanya harus kandas akibat peran orang ketiga. Layaknya sebuah permainan sepakbola, dimana peran pemain kedua belas biasanya akan mengecoh sebuah tim dan membungkus dalam kehancuran. Hubungannya pun kandas akibat peran orang ketiga.

"Dek," panggil Alara. "Hmmm." Jawab singkat Alora. "Kakak boleh minta sesuatu?" "Boleh, katakan aja kak." "Menikahlah dengan Mas Chakra." Kata Alara seperti tanpa beban, yang seketika mengubah raut wajah Alora. "Alara!" Panggil Chakra yang terkejut akan perkataan dari istrinya itu, dan semua yang ada di dalam ruangan pun tidak luput merasakan hal yang sama. Hal yang paling mengejutkan setelah Alora mendapat kabar jika Alara masuk rumah sakit untuk melahirkan dan mengalami pendarahan hebat pasca melahirkan, keterkejutan Alora semakin tidak karuan ketika ia di minta untuk menikah dengan seorang lelaki yang kini berstatus suami dari kakaknya.

Sosok Pinot yang berjuang melawan kerasnya hidup, percaya bahwa badai akan berlalu, bahkan akan ada pelangi setelah hujan merupakan kalimat penguat yang ia yakini selama ini. Berusaha sebaik mungkin, menunda kata lelah menjadi lillah, berusaha menjadi sosok yang selalu bisa bertahan untuk diri sendiri dan keluarga nya, menahan semua luka menjadi tawa, menahan derita menjadi sedikit harapan. Hidup memang suka bercanda selucu itu lah kuasa sang pencipta, tawa untuk hamba Nya kadang harus ada air mata sebagai pengiringnya.

Ayano Ruriko harus menghadapi kematian. Seorang malaikat yang bertugas untuk membawanya pergi dari dunia, malah mengijinkan gadis itu hidup kembali. Ruriko berhutang budi pada sang malaikat, namun ia tak bisa bertemu dengan makhluk itu. Enam tahun kemudian, sebuah penglihatan akan hujan bulu sayap membawa Ruriko pada sosok yang cari: Malaikat! Sosok pertama yang bisa ia lihat adalah Mirai, sang malaikat pelindung bayi. Dengan kemampuan itu, Ruriko pun berusaha mencari keberadaan malaikat maut penolongnya. Berhasilkah Ruriko menemukan keberadaannya?

I had been married to Natasha Bates for ten years, and not once did she ever join me for our family's Independence Day cookout. This year, on the night before the celebration, I finally gathered the courage to ask if she wanted to come. She scoffed and said, "What are you, stuck in the past? Who even celebrates the Fourth with a family dinner anymore?" Yet that very evening, I saw a social media post of Natasha with her male best friend, Stanley Rogers. They were quite intimate in the picture, and the caption read: [True happiness is celebrating Independence Day with your bestie!] I commented back: [Hope you two lovebirds make it official soon.] Stanley did not hold back. He messaged me a bunch of intimate photos of the two of them. Then, he added, [You're just a leech living off his wife. What right do you have to question anything about Nattie?] Everyone always thought I was a gold-digger living off Natasha's success. However, they all forgot that I was the sole major shareholder of the company. This time, I’m done staying silent.

To take care of my mother after she fell and injured herself, I turned down a promotion and took a week off work to stay by her side. On the day she was discharged from the hospital, she smiled and handed me a small envelope. “Suzy, you’ve worked hard these past few days. This is just a little something from me. Go treat yourself to something good.” I wiped my hands, a quiet warmth spreading through my chest. When I opened the envelope, I froze for a moment. Inside was $2. Still, I told myself it didn’t matter. The amount wasn’t important. What mattered was the thought behind it. But the very next day, while scrolling through social media, I came across a post from my younger brother, the one who hadn’t shown his face at the hospital even once. Nine photos filled the post, all of them showing off a sprawling luxury mansion. In the center was a photo of the purchase contract. The caption read: “Officially the owner of a $2 million riverfront house. Big thanks to Mom for the support!”

Elang, seorang yang berprofesi sebagai pelayan biasa di sebuah restoran, tiba-tiba saja diculik oleh orang yang tidak diketahui dan dipukuli secara brutal. Setelah tidak berdaya, dia dilempar ke tengah jalan di saat hujan turun deras. Saat dirinya merasa akan mati akibat rasa sakit di tubuhnya, terutama di bagian punggungnya yang semakin menjadi-jadi, ternyata dia diselamatkan oleh salah seorang pebisnis terkaya di negeri itu. Yang lebih mengejutkan lagi, dia diberitahu jika dia kemungkinan besar adalah pewaris ilmu raja naga yang mampu menyembuhkan segala penyakit.

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."

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."

Untuk mendapatkan inspirasi dalam ujian seni, ibuku menyewa guru privat untukku. Di bawah cahaya redup, kakiku di bawah meja perlahan-lahan bergerak dan bertumpu di kaki guruku. Guruku mulai meremas kakiku dengan kuat dan menatapku dengan tatapan yang membara. Suara hujan lebat yang begitu rapat di luar sana, yang berpadu dengan suasana hening …. Membuat pikiranku tidak bisa berhenti untuk melayang ke mana-mana. Tubuhku juga terasa aneh. Kemudian, guruku tersenyum dan menutup pintu. Dengan hati-hati, dia melepas dasinya dan berkata hendak "membahas pelajaran" denganku.