Depression Chat

Yanti adalah seorang pengusaha sukses dalam bidang fashion dan juga berlian, wanita berumur 49 tahun ini harus menjanda karena Reno suaminya meninggal 8 tahun silam karena sakit kanker stadium akhir. Ia memiliki anak laki-laki semata wayang bernama Tomi yang sekarang berprofesi sebagai seorang pengacara muda yang kompeten. Keharmonisan keduanya mulai terusik ketika Yanti mengetahui bahwa Tomi menjalin kasih dengan Gina, dimana gadis tersebut anak dari kontraktor yang sangat terkenal bernama Aris Ganindra. Sialnya Aris adalah mantan kekasih Yanti saat SMA. Semesta seakan merancang pertemuan keduanya meski sudah berpisah selama 25 tahun lebih, dimana Yanti yang dengan kejam meninggalkan Aris dengan menikahi Reno, pria yang lebih kaya dibandingkan dengan Aris. Meskipun sebenarnya Aris juga berasal dari keluarga kaya namun dibandingkan dengan keluarga Yanti jelas sangat jauh. Mereka mulai kembali dipertemukan dalam Reuni Akbar kemudian berlanjut dalam bisnis. Hal itu membuat hubungan keduanya kembali membaik dan rasa cinta akhirnya kembali bersemi, Namun sayangnya mereka berdua mengetahui bahwa anak mereka sedang menjalin kasih, tak cuma itu Sintia istri Aris mulai mengetahui bahwa hubungan keduanya kembali terjalin. Yanti meminta Tomi melepaskan Gina dengan berbagai alasan tanpa membuka masa lalunya, ia tak mau anaknya tahu skandal percintaan mereka yang kembali terjalin. Namun Tomi rupanya tak sengaja mengetahui isi chat Mamanya dengan Aris. Tomi mulai memilih pergi dari rumah. Yanti kemudian memutuskan untuk berhenti dari hubungan terlarang mereka, meski Aris tak mau namun demi kebaikan semuanya akhirnya keduanya sepakat untuk berpisah. Jujur keputusan ini tidak ingin mereka pilih karena keduanya sama-sama merupakan cinta pertama. Tomi dan Gina akhirnya mau memaafkan keduanya meski itu perlu waktu dan setelah waktu berjalan hubungan Tomi dan Gina kembali pulih, kembalinya hubungan mereka diwarnai dengan alotnya restu dari kedua belah pihak. Namun Tomi terlihat gigih ingin menikahi Gina sehingga membuat keluarga mereka setuju dan menyambut dengan baik keinginan Tomi untuk meminang Gina sebagai istrinya.

To afford train tickets home for New Year's Eve, I searched for a part-time job and stumbled into a livestream that was practically throwing money at the chat. A young woman in a silk robe rested her chin on her hand. Behind her, a villa glowed under expensive lighting that reflected off polished marble floors. "Being kept in here is suffocating," she said in a voice that mixed boredom with sweetness. "My sponsor gives me more money than I can spend. Help me out. Take some off my hands." Cash drops flashed across the screen one after another. I tapped as fast as I could, my heart hammering. A few large ones landed in my account. I was close. One more would cover both my ticket and my boyfriend's. The streamer leaned closer to the camera. "He keeps saying my tear mole looks like his girlfriend's," she said, her mouth twisting with disgust. "So unlucky. Of all things, I had to match with some broke girl." My finger slipped. I had a tear mole under my eye in the same spot. The live chat flooded with questions. [How is the sponsor's girlfriend broke?] The streamer gave a short snort and reapplied her lipstick, as if correcting a minor flaw. "He's just messing around. He tricked her into 200,000 dollars in debt. She's so stupid she works multiple jobs to help him pay it off." A chill settled in my chest. My boyfriend also owed 200,000 dollars. She continued, her tone light, "The funniest part? He slept with me for three days. When he left, I asked if he was giving her a taste of honey." She smiled cruelly. "He said all he has to do is claim he's going to work a construction site hauling rebar. The idiot will feel guilty and deliver food all night. So he won't need to please her." Another large cash drop flashed across the screen. The total reached the exact amount I needed. My phone rang. Benjamin's name lit up the display. When I answered, his voice sounded worn down, as if it had scraped against concrete. "Via, we still don't have enough for the tickets," he said. "I hauled rebar and made a little over 40 dollars. I'm heading home now."

In my second year running the company, my high school class monitor suddenly started tagging me nonstop in the group chat. [Alice, Vivian was only joking with you back then. Why won't you come to her party? Are you trying to make her feel guilty?] I didn't understand what was going on. Only after reading the messages did I realize that our class beauty, Vivian Spencer, had recently found her biological parents—and today, she had thrown a party to announce it to the world. Me: [I'm busy.] I had no intention of attending a party hosted by someone who used to bully me. But my answer didn't shut them up. Instead, it stirred up even more absurd speculation. [Don't tell me you're doing some kind of labor job and can't take leave?] [We're all former classmates. If you show up, I'll give you sixty dollars. That should cover two days of your salary.] Vivian chimed in as well. [Alice, it was just a joke back then. And I'd already dropped out by then. Why can't you let it go?] I stared at her message for a long moment before typing: [Only trash would call bullying a joke.] The group exploded instantly. [Vivian's no trash! She's a wealthy heiress. She's not even in the same league as you. Poor people really love to nitpick.] Vivian, ever the hypocrite, tried to smooth things over. [No matter what, today marks a new beginning for me. I hope you'll come to witness it. [We're classmates, after all. I don't hold it against you for forcing me to drop out. If you're short on money, I can even ask my dad to arrange a job for you.] Then she sent a screenshot of her chat with her father. When I saw her father's profile picture, I froze. Wasn't that the same profile picture as my freeloading dad? But I look seventy percent like my mom—it's impossible for me to be a fake daughter. And Vivian was two months younger than me. I let out a laugh. "Alright, I'll definitely attend your recognition party."

Ma meilleure amie et moi avons épousé deux frères de la famille Lemoine. J'ai épousé l'aîné, Marc, un obstétricien de renom. Elle a épousé le cadet, Adrien, PDG d'un grand laboratoire pharmaceutique. Le jour de mon anniversaire, l'ex de mon mari m'a envoyé le cadavre en décomposition d'un chat errant. Le choc m'a provoqué un accouchement prématuré. Ma meilleure amie, Élise, m'a aussitôt emmenée à l'hôpital. Mais j'ai fait une embolie amniotique, en plus d'un accouchement prématuré. Les médecins étaient impuissants. J'ai rassemblé mes dernières forces pour appeler mon mari à l'aide. Je n'ai reçu en retour qu'un flot de reproches : « C'est juste parce que j'ai raté ton anniversaire que tu fais tout ce cirque ? Faut arrêter de mentir pour m'attirer ! Le chien de Taïs est en train de mettre bas, je dois rester concentré pour l'aider. Arrête de semer la pagaille ! » Finalement, c'était Élise, les mains tremblantes, qui a pris le risque de m'opérer elle-même. J'ai survécu de justesse. Mon bébé, quant à lui, a été transféré en urgence pour être réanimé. Les yeux rouges, Élise a appelé Adrien, son mari, pour lui demander en urgence un médicament de leur laboratoire. « Le chien de Taïs va très mal après la mise bas, j'essaie de lui préparer un bouillon d'os. Vous êtes vraiment inséparables, toi et Claire. Une me supplie, l'autre prend le relais. Vous passez votre temps à vous battre pour des hommes, vous pouvez pas faire quelque chose d'utile, non ? » Et puis… mon bébé est mort. Et avec lui, mon cœur aussi. « Élise, je veux divorcer. » « Tu divorces ? Moi aussi. Ces types ne méritent pas d'avoir des femmes ! » Nous avons demandé le divorce aux deux frères. Et là, soudain, ils ont paniqué.