Cerita Pendek Tentang Bullying

Ini bukan sebuah cerita yang mengisahkan tentang sepasang kekasih yang merasakan dilema besar tentang percintaan, melainkan tentang kisah seorang ayah dan anak. Sang anak yang mendambakan cinta dan kasih sayang dari ayahnya yang lebih memilih menomor satukan istri keduanya.Untuk Papa dari AleaMakasih, Papa udah ngurus Alea dari kecil hingga sekarang ini.Makasih, untuk kasih sayang yang Papa berikan untuk Alea.Makasih, Papa udah membiayai hidup Alea hingga sekarang ini.Makasih juga atas kebohongan yang selalu Papa berikan untuk Alea.Alea sayang Papa, Papa adalah cinta pertama untuk Alea.Tapi Papa juga adalah laki-laki pertama yang menyakiti hati Alea dan mama.Maka dari itu jangan salahkan Alea jika posisi Papa tidak lebih tinggi dari Kak Sean.

Kita pernah ada, bukan berarti aku lupa tentang hal-hal yang kita lalui, aku hanya menjaga jarak dengan waktu, agar kamu mengerti, aku bukan lagi segalanya bagimu dan kamu pun begitu. Ada banyak cerita yang ku rangkum setelah berpisah denganmu, berharap kamu akan dan masih menjadi pendengar pertama dalam setiap ceritaku. Ku harap begitu.

Cerita ini berkisah tentang seorang wanita cantik yang selalu memancarkan keceriaannya. Gadis itu di kenal sangat periang, baik hati dan juga tidak sombong. Namun suatu hari gadis itu berubah menjadi seorang gadis yang pemurung karna sebuah penyakit yang ia derita, tapi tak berapa lama datanglah seorang dokter muda yang selalu memberikan semangat kepada gadis itu.

Cerita ini mengisahkan tentang Sri sebagai wanita muda yang akan di persunting oleh Yadi teman dari ayah nya, dan ayahnya mempunyai hutang sangat banyak pada Yadi. Pak Yadi sudah memiliki istri dan 3 anak. Apakah Sri akan menerima lamarannya? Dan apakah Sri akan bahagia setelah menikah dengan Yadi? Bagaimana kelanjutannya? Yuk simak kisahnya?

The day I found out I was dying, I ran into my ex-husband—yeah, the richest guy in the country—and his three-months-pregnant wife. He asked if I regretted leaving him when he got sick. I just asked for twenty grand. He told me I didn't deserve to live. What he never knew? Back then, when he was fighting leukemia, the only bone marrow match he had... was me.

When my father's business collapsed, he racked up an astronomical debt to the Andor family. And when they finally came knocking, he did what no loving parent should ever do—he collateralized me, his only daughter, handing me over to Cassian before vanishing off the face of the earth. For ten long years, I stayed by Cassian Andor's side. He treated me with a tenderness so indulgent it bordered on worship. There was nothing I asked for that he would not give; there was no whim of mine he would not entertain. Everyone in our world knew me as his princess. I grew up believing with certainty that once I came of age, he would sweep me into his arms, march me down the aisle, and make me his wife. But reality—cold, brutal, and as dazzlingly cruel as the world we lived in—had other plans. Instead of the ring I had dreamed of, Cassian gifted a breathtaking pink diamond—the very symbol of eternal devotion—to his assistant, Heidi Torres. As if that wasn't betrayal enough, he threw a lavish celebration in her honor, a veritable explosion of flowers. He knew I was deathly allergic to pollen. Yet he still left me stranded there, drowning in a sea of blossoms. Eventually, I collapsed in a violent asthma attack, gasping and clawing for air, teetering on the edge of consciousness. And Cassian? He merely tightened his hold around Heidi in his arms and cast me a cold glance. "Your allergies have been fine for ages," he said with a sneer. "Why the sudden drama today? Don't tell me you're faking it." At that moment, as I lay there humiliated and struggling to breathe, I realized there were exactly seven days left until my twentieth birthday since when I could register a marriage.

On the snowy mountain, Shawn Foster's neighbor, Susan Taylor, suffered from altitude sickness. He blamed me for not bringing supplies in time. He tied me up and left me on the mountain, five thousand meters above sea level. "You should experience the pain Susan went through." I rushed up the mountain to find them, completely forgetting that I was already exhausted. Without an oxygen supply, I gasped for air desperately. He held Susan in his arms and headed down the mountain. I begged him for mercy, but he did not even glance at me. I struggled, but I could not break free from the Prusik knot he tied himself. The same knot I once taught him. Three days later, he asked his colleagues about my whereabouts. "I would never have forgiven her so quickly if it's not Susan's kindness." But he did not know—I had long been buried beneath the snow.

I was a mermaid from the deep sea. Out of curiosity and playfulness, I was caught by a fisherman and endured unbearable torment. Just when I was on the brink of death, Trevon Chapman happened to pass by and saved me. So, I gave up my identity as a mermaid princess, left the ocean behind, and followed him into the human world. For five years after our marriage, Trevon granted my every wish and showered me with affection. I truly believed I had found a safe harbor I could depend on for the rest of my life—until fate struck with its cruelest blow. Trevon's childhood sweetheart had fallen gravely ill, and only a mermaid’s tail could save her. I begged him desperately, but he responded with chilling indifference. "You're only losing your legs. Corinne is losing her life. Are you really that heartless? You're just going to watch her die?" "Besides, you can’t return to the sea anymore. That tail means nothing to you now. From now on, I’ll be your legs." After the surgery, I sat in a wheelchair, running my hand over the empty fabric where my legs should have been, and calmly demanded a divorce. Trevon pulled Corinne into his arms, sneering. "You're neither human nor fish now—a monster. Without me, the only road left for you is death." Yet in the end, when I transformed back into a mermaid and leapt into the sea, his cries and desperate sobs echoed across the waves.

My fiancé was obsessively possessive. I was the newly found real daughter. To make sure I couldn’t leave him, he had thugs assault me in an alley. Then he showed up pretending to be my savior, taking the beating himself. I developed depression and had no choice but to rely on him. Then the fake daughter showed up with her gang. Grabbing my face, she sneered, "I'm the only daughter of the Shaw family!" I was dunked in a toilet, my face slashed, my body violated, and every wound sewn shut with needles. Blood covered the floor. My fiancé burst in with my parents. Seeing my state, they got furious. "You filthy maid's daughter! How dare you?"

After my husband's brother died, he took Miranda, his widowed sister-in-law in. He claimed that he would give me his love—but gave all his money to her. He said that since she had no official status, being with him would make her the subject of gossip, so he took her with him and left me behind in the countryside. Every month, he wrote me three love letters, yet sent all his allowance to her. During the famine, she and her two children sat in a warm little house eating well, while my two children died before I could return from selling my blood. One froze to death, the other starved to death. Later, my husband finally came back, but he didn’t shed a single tear for the children. Instead, he told me he wanted a divorce. "Nathalie, to apply for housing, we need a marriage certificate. It hasn’t been easy for Miranda all these years. I want to give her a home. Don’t worry, even if I marry her, I’ll still divorce her afterward—because you’re the only one I love." In the end, I was devastated and threw myself into the icy river. When I opened my eyes again, I was back on the day my children were about to die. This time, I shook them awake, ready to go reclaim everything that was rightfully mine.