Garfield Mom

My mom decides to implement an income-based rationing system. Everything at home is delegated to everyone based on their income. At a holiday dinner, I decide to grab myself an extra helping of pasta. As soon as I fill up my plate, my mom snatches it from my hands. "Hold on. Just look at the spread on the table. The sea bass is already worth 180 dollars. The scallops are worth 200, whereas the lobster goes for 300 dollars. "You only earn 3,000 dollars per month. If you want a second serving, you must pay up first. I'll charge you based on the family rate. It'll be three dollars, thank you very much." My mom sticks out three fingers while smiling at me.

There's this thing that my mom keeps repeating to me. "I love my children equally. I will always treat you and Brielle the same." It's true that I get everything my sister, Brielle Montgomery, has since we were children. If Brielle has a new backpack, I do too. If Brielle goes for piano lessons, I'll be given the opportunity to attend the same lessons. When I go home for the holidays, my mom digs out two beautiful shopping bags sporting luxury brand logos. With a smile on her face, she hands them to us. "I specifically went to the store to buy you nice coats. Both of you get a coat each. I'll have you know that coats with wool linings are worth thousands of dollars. I don't even have the heart to wear one of these coats. I only bought these coats for you two." As I gaze at the expensive-looking coat, I feel warmth surging into my heart. But when I try on the coat, I feel a weird, scratchy sensation coming from my armpits. After flipping the coat inside out, I notice a few strands of long, dry hair tightly entangled among the seams. I even smell a faint trace of mold mixed with a strong hint of rot that can't be covered up by the cheap fragrance on the coat.

In my previous life, everyone in my family could hear my mother's inner thoughts. I managed to land a new job. The pay was high, and the benefits were great. Instead of being happy for me, she was deeply anxious. She thought, "With her education and her abilities, how could she possibly get a job like that? She must've slept her way to it." After my father heard that, he refused to let me go to work. He stormed into my workplace, made a huge scene, and got me fired. I was furious and decided to move out for a while and stay at my boyfriend's place. On the surface, my mother supported my decision. Deep down, however, she was desperately trying to stop me. She thought, "What should I do? That boyfriend of hers has been married for years. He even has a child. She's someone's mistress. "If she really moves in, that man's wife will surely have a go at her. She'll embarrass the rest of us!" To keep me from leaving, my younger brother broke both my legs with a stick. Then, they locked me inside the house and leave me to suffer on my own. My wounds festered and became infected. I begged them to take me to the hospital, but my mother sighed inwardly, thinking, "She's so rebellious. No matter what anyone says, she insists on leaving this family. "In truth, there's nothing wrong with her legs at all. Once she gets to the hospital, she'll definitely escape." After that, everyone ignored my pleas and left me to die in agony. Even at the very end, I never knew who was to blame for my death. When I open my eyes again now, I realize that I, too, can hear my mother's inner thoughts.

My sister and I got into a car crash. My heart was ruptured, and I needed immediate surgery if I were to live. My mother, being the director of her hospital, sent all the doctors to my sister instead, all just to check on her. She barely got hurt. I pleaded and begged for my mother to save me, but impatience got the better of her. She roared, "This isn't the time to take any attention away from your sister! She almost had a bone fracture!" And I died. I remember where it was. It was a freezing operating theater.

My mom wants me to report every single detail in my life to her every day. I only get to receive my allowance once I do so. One phone call is equivalent to me receiving one cent. "My dear daughter, I love you so much, you know. Just let me know whatever you're doing every day. Only then can I relax." I don't have the heart to let my mom down, so every day I put all of my effort into coming up with something. That way, I can only gather enough money to buy the cheapest food in the cafeteria. But the food isn't enough to sustain me, leaving me hungry every day. Finally, I break down emotionally. That is, until I receive an allowance from my dad, who's supposed to be dead for many years…

I start dating Samuel Nelson, who's known for being a playboy. Everyone thinks I'm hopelessly in love with him. When he skips class to fight, I take notes for him. When he flirts with others, I cover for him. I spent three years as the pushover who grovels at his feet. I pour my heart and soul into helping him get into a top college, but just before the semester starts, he dumps me. He says haughtily, "I know you've liked me for a long time, but you always have your head buried in books. Compared to Anna, you're far too dull and uptight. "Let's break up. I want to be with Anna instead." Everyone waits to see me have an emotional meltdown. However, I simply check the 50 million that has been transferred to my bank account and reply earnestly, "Sure. I wish you two the best." No one knows that I only devoted myself fully to being Samuel's girlfriend because his mother offered me far too much money to refuse. Now that I have the money, even if he didn't dump me, I would've dumped him myself.

Gold had been raised to be 4Ps, Prim, Proper and a Perfect Princess, so when she finds out that her childhood lover whom she was supposed to marry in seven days was getting pleasure under the office desk from to his secretary, her life was thrown upside down. He was all she had after her parents died, and wasn't used to the feeling of wanting to lose control. But that night, she decided to find a random guy at the club and step out of order for once. The perfect guy entered the club and taught her how her body worked but after dawn, she had disappeared from his bedside promising herself that it was just a mistake and would never happen again. But what is she to do when, four days after, she realizes that this man is her cheating Ex' dad?

Kayra adalah mahasiswa magister di salah satu universitas ternama di Paris, Prancis. Masa pendidikannya hampir berakhir dan dia sudah berencana untuk pulang ke Indonesia saat tiba - tiba saja Ayahnya mengabarinya bahwa dia telah dinikahkan, dan suaminya akan segera menyusulnya ke sana, sehingga dia bisa terus berada di Prancis tanpa membuat keluarganya khawatir. “You're getting married, Rara.” “Papa?” Ini terlalu tiba - tiba untuknya, karena terlalu terkejut, dan karena waktu yang tak banyak, dia sampai lupa untuk menolak. Saat dia menyadari bahwa Papanya serius, semua sudah terlambat. Pernikahannya sudah terlaksana, dan suaminya sedang terbang ke Prancis untuk menyusulnya. Bagaimanakah kemudian kisah Kayra selanjutnya bersama suami yang belum pernah ditemuinya ini?

"Hello, Mommy." Seorang anak perempuan yang cantik memanggil Ghea berbeda dengan temannya. Di saat teman-temannya memanggil Ibu Dokter, dia manggilnya mommy. Ghea yang ditugaskan kunjungan ke salah satu sekolah TK hanya menganggap itu adalah ulah anak-anak saja. Menanggapi dengan senyuman. Namun, siapa sangka jika anak itu mengikuti. Bahkan masuk ke mobilnya. Ghea yang panik melihat anak kecil di dalam mobilnya segera kembali ke sekolahan. Ghea pikir pindah ke luar kota akan memberikannya kedamaian. Sayangnya, dia salah. Karena setelah kejadian itu, anak perempuan yang berusia lima tahun itu datang ke klinik. Mencarinya terus menerus. "Anak siapa ini?" Ghea merasa belum pernah melahirkan, lalu bagaimana bisa dipanggil mommy?

"Pram, kamu candu bagiku," bisik Sarah di telinga Pram. Pram tidak menyangka akan bertemu dengan janda cantik dan kaya raya. Dia hanya cleaning service. Namun, sejak malam itu berubah segalanya. Ada apa dengan Pram?