Caption Kebersamaan Teman

Karena terdesak oleh keadaan, gadis yang bernama Jessica Jill menerima tawaran lelaki yang bernama Farrel Gevariel untuk menjadi perempuan simpanan. Jessi harus memenuhi hasrat calon pewaris tunggal perusahaan. Jessi berharap, semua hutang kedua orang tuanya segera lunas. Kehidupan kedua orang tua dan pendidikan kedua adiknya terjamin. Karena hubungan kontrak Jessi dan Farrel, membuat Jessi berbadan dua. Apakah nantinya Farrel akan bertanggung jawab?

"Kamu mau pergi main lagi, Mas? Kapan kamu cari kerjanya?" Pertemanan memang menjadi racun namun juga bisa menjadi obat penawar, pertemanan dapat terus terjalin dengan komunikasi dan pertemuan yang rutin. Tetapi kini, bagaimana bila pertemanan yang merusak karir dan pernikahan karena pertemuan yang benar-benar rutin? Menjalin komunikasi dan menjaga hubungan pertemanan bukanlah suatu kejahatan, tapi bagaimana jika niat baik itu dimanfaatkan oleh seseorang yang memiliki obsesi?

Najma, gadis dengan impian menikah muda, lalu melanjutkan pendidikan setinggi-tingginya, namun kejadian fatal merenggut kesuciannya. Aib besar ia sembunyikan, melanjutkan hidup dalam bayang dosa bersama pria kasar, akankah derita menjadi masa depannya? Tidak sampai sebuah pesan dari teman satu sekolahnya, Irsyad. "Betul, bahkan Asiyah tetap bertahan menjadi istri dari seorang Fir'aun, kamu tidak perlu mencintaiku, namun jika sekali saja aku tau suamimu kembali mendzalimimu, maka biarkan aku membuat suamimu melepaskanmu,"

Kembali dari luar negeri dan menghadiri pesta reuni, Kayla Azura Malik malah berujung melakukan one night stand dengan seorang pria dalam keadaan mabuk. Yang lebih parahnya, pria yang tidur dengan Kayla ternyata adalah Kaisar William Drake, teman baik kakaknya sendiri sekaligus cinta pertama Kayla dulu! Tidak ingin terkena masalah, Kayla kabur dan berniat menyembunyikan apa yang terjadi malam itu. Namun, masalah menjadi semakin runyam saat William tiba-tiba mendatangi keluarga Kayla dan melamarnya! Kayla: “Aku tidak mau menikah dengannya!" | William: "Kalau kamu masih menolak, akan kusebar kenyataan kita sudah tidur bersama."

Aku Prilly, kata orang aku wanita mandiri, kuat, pekerja keras dan bisa diandalkan keluarga. Tapi mereka tidak tahu kalau aku hampir gila! Setiap hari aku harus menghadapi Bos di kantorku yang dingin, kejam dan suka menekan. Tingkahnya selalu membuat kami karyawannya mengelus dada, hingga aku menamainya si Raja Neraka. Dari situ aku sadar, kalau sekuat apapun seseorang, tidak mungkin bisa bersandar di bahunya sendiri, aku butuh seseorang yang mendukungku melewati ini semua. Hingga dalam kesepian dan depresiku satu tahun yang lalu, aku mendownload sebuah aplikasi dating dan berkenalan dengan Mr. Bossy. Kehadiran Mr. Bossy cukup mewarnai hidupku. Terkadang kami menjadi teman, ada kalanya dia menjadi penasehatku, penyemangatku. Bahkan kami juga kerap bertukar gairah dengan cara yang biasa di sebut phone s*x. Tapi sudah satu tahun kami berhubungan, tidak juga ada wacana pertemuan. Aku bingung! Hingga pada suatu ketika, musibah menerpaku. Aku terlilit hutang dan dalam kesulitan keuangan yang harus segera di bereskan. Mr. Bossy menawarkan bantuan dan kami memutuskan untuk bertemu di sebuah cafe. Dan setelah aku tahu siapa dia, saat itulah kekonyolan ini di mulai… Masalahku mungkin teratasi, tapi hidupku justru menjadi semakin pelik. Namun mungkinkah aku akhirnya juga baper?

My once best friend posted a photo on her social media account on the tenth anniversary of my marriage. In the photo, her daughter and my son were wrapped in my husband's and her arms. The caption said, 'The perfect pair.' I commented, 'Perfect indeed.' Soon, the post was deleted. The next day, my husband rushed home and asked me, "Sophie is finally recovering. Why are you provoking her?" My son even pushed me and accused me, "It's all your fault for making Tammy cry." I took out the divorce papers and threw them in their faces. "Well, it's my fault, so I quit your perfect family of four."

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."

My husband asked me if bras were more comfortable without underwire, and I was happy that he had finally become more mature. The next day, his assistant snatched the parcel I received in the mail, saying that it had the wrong address. That night, I saw Samantha Davis post on her social media, with the caption, “My boyfriend bought this for me. Isn’t it pretty?” It was a selfie taken in a hotel mirror, and there was a beautifully decorated box containing a bra lying beside her. So, as it turned out, it was not that men became mature later in life, it was that you weren’t the one they were willing to become mature for. Naturally, I gave the post a like and took a screenshot before sending it to my husband. "What a waste. You could have gotten an 20% discount if you bought the whole set."

My husband's first love posted a video on her social media. In the video, the two of them were passing a playing card with their lips. When the card fell, their lips met in a kiss. They didn't stop—lost in the moment, they kissed passionately for an entire minute. Her caption read: [Still the same clumsy piggy! PS: Steve's skills are as good as ever!] I quietly liked the post and left a comment: [Congrats.] The next second, my husband called, yelling at me furiously, "No other woman is as dramatic as you! I was just playing a game with Lanie. Why are you acting crazy again?" It was then that I realized seven years of love meant nothing. It was time for me to leave.

By month four of my IVF treatments, my husband's childhood sweetheart posted a picture of herself cradling her baby bump. The caption? [Having a happy ending with my first love. A family of three.] And there he was—his hand in the shot, making a cutesy heart with hers. Oh, and the cherry on top? He was still wearing his wedding ring.