Hh 60 Pave Hawk

After I join a new company, I keep running into problems—not from people, but from the company's equipment. The fingerprint scanner fails to recognize me every single time, and I have to submit a manual attendance appeal almost daily. When I ask the admin to change the device, they respond with thinly veiled sarcasm. "Everyone else clocks in just fine. Why are you the only one with so many issues?" The air vent above my desk blasts cold air directly at me. My hands and feet are freezing every day. I ask to switch seats. My manager looks at me like I am making things up. "Everyone else sits there without a problem. How come the AC only blows cold air when you sit there?" One strange incident after another makes it impossible for me to function at work. When I get home, I complain to my boyfriend and say I want to quit. He shuts down the thought immediately. "You're making almost 60 thousand dollars a year before benefits, with weekends off and paid leave. Where are you going to find a job like that?" I think about it and realize he isn't wrong. Just as I decide to stick it out, the company elevator malfunctions. I fall from the 33rd floor and die. In my final moments, I can't understand it—why does every piece of equipment in the company seem to target me alone? All the devices are newly installed. All my coworkers are people I have just met. I have no grudges with anyone. There's no reason for someone to sabotage me from behind the scenes. When I open my eyes again, I am back at the company. It's my very first day on the job.

飛行機がトラブルで急降下した、暗闇の8秒間。最初に頭に浮かんだのは、私が帰らなかったら、空港で待つ北条亮太（ほうじょう りょうた）はどんなに悲しむだろうか、ということだった。 ところが、九死に一生を得て、なんとか着陸した私が目にしたのは、亮太のインスタにアップされた写真だった。幼馴染の内田結衣（うちだ ゆい）と、楽しそうに山登りをするツーショット。そして、短い一言が添えられていた。 【60歳になっても、こうして君とはしゃいでいたいな】 今までの私だったら、たぶんすぐに電話をかけて亮太を問い詰めて、大げんかになっていたと思う。 でも、死を身近に感じた今、なんだかもう疲れちゃった。 私はメッセージを送った。【離婚しよう】と。

SAHAM 50 PERSEN "Aku minta 50% saham dari Petra." Senyum Nadia tersungging di bibirnya, dalam hati berharap pria di hadapannya itu, mundur dan dia tidak harus memenuhi permintaan Adelia, sepupunya. "Oke, setelah bayinya lahir langsung aku alihkan 50% saham Petra atas namamu," jawab Bryan dengan tatapan lekat ke arahnya. "Mas!" Adelia menguncang lengan Bryan. Jelas tak terima dengan keputusan suaminya. "Jangan kuatir, saham milikku yang kuberikan padanya nanti," jawab Bryan seolah tak peduli dengan nilai saham miliknya. "Dan, kuharap permintaan Nadia ini, hanya kita bertiga yang tahu, Adelia." Nadia mendengar ucapan pasutri di hadapannya itu, tertawa meremehkan. "Sudahlah cari wanita lain, saja." Dipandanginya wajah sepupunya yang terlihat bingung menatap suaminya. "Pikirkan lagi, Adelia. Kenapa harus memaksakan diri memberikan keturunan pada suamimu, ini." "Besok kubawakan surat perjanjian bermateri, kita buat kesepakatan di depan pengacaraku." Bryan berkata cepat, tak ingin Nadia berhasil mempengaruhi istrinya. "Kamu enggak usah khawatir, Adelia. Kehilangan 50% saham Petra, tidak masalah bagiku." "Tapi, perusahaan ini, milik keluargaku, Mas ...." "Memang benar, Sayang. Tapi, 60% kepemilikan sahamnya milikku." "Kamu pikirkan lagi, seberapa berharganya anak kita? Lagian saham yang kuberikan ke Nadia adalah saham milikku. Itu, kulakukan karena aku menghargai pengorbanan Nadia setahun kedepan memberikan kehidupan pada calon anak kita." Adelia sampai tertunduk tak berani menatap wajah suaminya. Dalam hatinya, ia mulai membenarkan ucapan suaminya. Tapi, imbalan yang diminta Nadia tetap tak masuk akal baginya. "Masih ada waktu hingga anakku lahir, untuk saat ini, tak mengapa mengikuti keinginan Mbak Nadia." "Besok mau kujemput atau langsung ketemuan di kantor Pak Ilham?" tanya Bryan mengalihkan pandangan ke Nadia. Perempuan yang merupakan teman sekelas di SMU sekaligus cinta pertama Bryan itu, bergeming. Kilatan dari pandangan Bryan membuat Nadia terdiam. Sekarang, ia tak punya alasan untuk mundur, menjadi ibu pengganti anak Bryan dan Adelia.

My mom was born with a silver spoon in her mouth. Her life is smooth-sailing most of the time. The only mistake she's ever made is falling for my dad. That's why she insists on finding me a husband who's the complete opposite of my dad. My dad is tall and intimidating-looking, so Mom wants someone who's short and perverted-looking. My dad is a knowledgeable and well-read man, so Mom wants a guy who has only graduated from elementary school. My dad prioritizes his moral integrity more than anything else, so Mom prefers a guy who drinks, gambles, and sleeps around. She tells me, "This type of man is easy to manipulate, unlike your father, who just divorced me out of nowhere!" It's true that the man Mom has chosen for me won't divorce me. After all, he leeches from me on top of beating me up. It's not enough to leech my money from me, it seems—he just has to take everything from me. My mom says in a righteous tone, "This is the only way that proves you're valuable to him. He won't divorce you at all." I've fought back and escaped from my husband many times. Every time I do, my mom will trick me into returning to him by hurting herself. As always, I'm greeted with another round of beating whenever I do return to him. Mom will take me to the hospital to get my injuries treated. Then, she'll say, "Hurry up and give birth to a son for him. Once you have a son, you'll be extremely valuable to your husband. He won't beat you up anymore." Today is supposed to be the day Mom takes me to the hospital to check my ovulation timing. She spends a long time calling me on the phone, yet I never pick up. After that, she sends me a few audio messages that last for 60 seconds each just to lecture me. "Beatrice Anderson, what makes you think you can just ignore my calls? The hospital check-up is for your own good! As long as you can get pregnant with a son, your husband will be wrapped around your finger! He won't divorce you after this! Why can't you understand how much I care for you?" I seriously can't understand at all. After all, I've gotten beaten to death yesterday. My corpse is cut into 28 chunks, and they are being frozen in the fridge as I speak.