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Kisah ini bukan berisi tentang kisah cinta antara 2 insan yang sedang dimabuk asmara. Namun, kisah ini menceritakan tentang 6 sahabat yang saling menyayangi dan melindungi satu sama lain. Lantas, bagaimana kisah dari Alin, Vera, Ghea, Bimo, Glen, dan Zaki? Ayo baca jika penasaran

Ini tentang persahabatan, bagi mereka persahabatan itu tentang kebersamaan dan kebersamaan seperti kopi yang selalu mampu merangkul perbedaan. Tercantik di antara ke empat sahabatnya, merupakan keberuntungan terbesar bagi Dira. Memiliki empat ksatria yang selalu menjaganya. Akankah persahabatan bisa selalu murni? Hanya waktu yang bisa menjawabnya.

Namanya Fano Arga Tara cowok yang selalu ingin di anggap mantan dari hasil pacaran beberapa hari. Ini hanya kisah tentang sepasang mantan kekasih yang belum tahu mau dibawa kemana kisah mereka. Tentang rasa takut yang terus saja menghantui di setiap rasa ingin kembali merajut kasih.

#ceritapositif Memperjuangkan cinta pertama tak selamanya mudah. Terkadang, kamu harus menunggu di kesempatan berikutnya, untuk bisa menjadikannya kebahagiaan yang sebenarnya. Seorang Abe yang mencintai Aisyah, yang lebih tua darinya. Tentang Aisyah yang sudah memiliki cinta dari seorang Rayhan. Tentang Rumi yang patah hati lebih awal, demi keluarga. Tentang Putri yang patah hati karena seluruh dosa di masalalu yang terus menghantuinya. Dapatkah seorang Abe menemukan kesempatan kedua untuk cintanya? Apakah Rumi akan menemukan penawar cintanya yang terluka? Apakah Putri bisa menemukan cinta yang menerima masalalunya? Apakah memang ada kesempatan kedua?

Dahil sa isang pangyayari, napilitan si Aiden Moss Buenavista na pakasalan si Kate Alicia Maristela lalo pa at dinadala nito ang bunga ng isang gabing para sa kanya ay isang pagkakamali. Hindi maganda ang naging trato niya dito at nakuha pa niyang makipagrelasyon kay Charlene. Kinaya ni Kate na magtiis hanggang sa dumating na siya sa hangganan kaya nag-file na siya ng annulment para maging malaya na siya and at the same time, giving up her rights for their daughter Pauleen. Umalis siya ng bansa but when she came back, doon niya nalaman na hindi pa sila hiwalay ni Aiden at hinihintay nito ang kanyang pagbabalik.

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."

On the company's designated monthly day off, Gigi Lott, Donald Hoover's secretary, posted an Instagram story. The caption read, "So what if you're the boss of me when we're at work during the day? At night, I'm the one on top!" In the photo, she was lying atop a water bed covered in rose petals, and the usually stern Donald was kneeling down to massage her feet for her. From his pocket hung a brand new golden necklace. Just that morning, I bought several gold bars and gave them to Donald while beseeching him to make our relationship public. He happily took the locket from me, but when I tried to take a photo of us with our phone, he smacked my phone out of my hands, smashing it into pieces. With a look of pure derision, he declared, "Why don't you take a good look at yourself in the mirror first? You really are a motherless wretch who wasn't raised right. Look at the lengths you'd go to just to ruin me!" Throughout the last five years, I had meekly gone along with his demand that we keep our relationship a secret, claiming it was because office romances were forbidden. But now, I was abruptly hit with the realization of how laughable it all was. The next day, I sent my father a message. "I admit defeat. I'm willing to come home and inherit the family business."

On the day of my 30th birthday, my CEO wife, Sabrina Langford, leaves hurriedly at 3:00 am. She claims that there's something urgent going on at the company and that she won't be home the whole day. Later on, Timothy Cross, the low-income university student that Sabrina has been sponsoring, updates his social media feed. In the photo, I see Sabrina standing at the side of the road in a bikini. Two big apples are balanced on her 36D bust. The caption of the photo is, "The beautiful and hot CEO has personally come over to my house to help me sell the homegrown apples. You'll regret it if you don't buy these apples from me!" My brows are drawn into a frown immediately. When I call Sabrina, the call goes through rather quickly. "I told you I'm very busy at the company right now. If you disturb me again, I'm not going to forgive you this easily!" After that, Sabrina ends the call. But right before the call gets cut off, I can hear a car honking in her background. I'm not mad at her at all. She likes helping others to sell fruits, right? I might as well lend her a helping hand. So, I share the social media post to the company's group chat. The message I've drafted is, "Does anyone here want a batch of rotten apples? I'll even throw in a second-hand wife for free."

On our wedding anniversary, my CEO husband, Michael Grant, invited me to watch the ocean with him. Tragically, a typhoon hit. I stood there in the raging wind and rain for over two hours, and he never showed up. In the end, all I got was a text that he was suddenly going on a business trip and couldn’t make it. Right after that, his intern, Nora Blake, posted a video on her social feed. It showed my usually pampered husband barefoot while helping fishermen haul crates of seafood. Her caption read: "Our hardworking CEO loves to get his hands dirty!" I laughed and commented: "Diligent and enduring—a true role model for us all." The company Slack channel instantly exploded. Everyone was betting on whether I’d finally blow up this time. Michael called me, his voice tight with fury, "Lauren West! What the heck did you mean by posting that comment? Are you trying to humiliate Nora in public? "It was a typhoon. I helped her family move some fish. What’s the big deal? You’re such a pampered little princess who has no idea how hard life really is. Delete that comment now. I’ll take you to the coast another day." Disgust churned in me. I replied, "Let a man who’s already rolled in the mud take me to the ocean? Forget it." Yes. Michael was now tainted, and I didn’t want him anymore.

On her first day at work, a new colleague uploaded a 500-million-dollar property purchase agreement to the company group chat. The message was accompanied by the caption: “Thanks for the gift for my first day at work, Dad!” She quickly deleted it, following up with, “Sorry, wrong chat!” I frowned, recognizing the contract immediately. It was the same property my father gifted me for my birthday a month ago. Some sharp-eyed colleagues noticed the contract number and chimed in. “I have a relative in real estate. I remember this property. Our chairman bought it recently!” “So, the heiress has joined us to experience life. Forgive your humble servant for not recognizing you!” The chat was soon filled with flattering remarks. Even my stingy and miserly husband joined in. I felt a coldness in my heart and couldn’t help but respond in the group chat, “I recall the president always opposing ostentatious displays of wealth and advocating humility. This heiress seems to veer away from his usual philosophy.” Instead of support, I faced attacks from my husband and others. “Look at you being so poor and petty. How could you ever compare to Grace? Why did I ever marry someone so shortsighted?” “As if you know the president that well! I think you’re just jealous that Grace was born with a silver spoon!” I sneered coldly and, without hesitation, dialed the president’s number right in front of everyone. “Dad, I heard we’re not that close, hmm?”