Jangan Didengar Novels & Stories

He scrolled to the very top of our conversation and finally opened the voice message from three days ago, the one he had never bothered to listen to. [Let's break up.] Just a few seconds. A few words. William stared blankly at the two-letter word he had so casually typed in reply: [OK.] His hand trembled, and with a clatter, the phone fell to the floor.

Mungkin sesekali dia harus belajar dengan sesama rekan seprofesi yang jago bergonta-ganti pasangan. 'Ya udah kalau masih ngambek.' 'Kalau gak mau maafin saya juga gak apa-apa. 'Ingat jangan telat makan.' 'Siapin cemilan sama obat di tas.' 'Jangan banyak pikiran.' 'Kalau sakit ingat saya.' 'Saya siap mengobati.' Rentetan pesan Janu kirim karena sedari tadi tak bisa menghilangkan resahnya. 'Asal kamu jangan ...."

Her checks flushed at the smile. “Shit!” Jane’s lips hissed under her knitted brows. Her head nodded, trying knowing Alice wasn’t over Adam yet. “You better don’t kill yourself in this case! You, hearing Adam’s ringtone everywhere, is what I find awkward! Who knows? It could be Mrs Beckett’s ringtone and my sister’s. Who care? You better take it easy and don’t kill yourself because of a man!” Jane warned, rolling her eyes at Alice, a little disgusted. Just forget about him, okay? Let bygone be bygones and move on with your life. Look at the mirror! You are still beautiful, young, and smart. Don’t lose your value to someone that isn’t even worth it!"

After James graduated, he became a lawyer. One day, a client from one of his cases caused a scene at his law firm. I happened to visit him at that very moment. The client was in a frenzy, waving around a gas canister. When the explosion happened, I rushed in and pulled James away. He was saved, but I lost my hearing forever. Because of this, I had to give up my dream of becoming a simultaneous interpreter. James held me in his arms, sobbing uncontrollably as he gasped between tears, "Marry me, Layla. Let me take care of you for the rest of your life. Please."

Adriano spun on me, eyes blazing. "Cassie, that was outta line! How could you go at Sofia like that? You're acting spoiled as hell!" I bit my lip and kept quiet. "You're impossible!" he snapped. "The wedding's not just on hold—it's postponed. Learn how to act first." I dropped my gaze, chest hollow. He added, "You tried to hurt someone and just wrecked yourself. Chi semina vento... raccoglie tempesta."

“Just because I say I want to improve doesn’t mean that it can happen all at once either.” “I’m not saying it like that,” he said and paused for a second before putting his hands on my shoulder again to make sure I was focusing on him as we’re walking to his car. “Just think it over and you let me know what you want to do. It’s okay if you don’t want to do it in the end. It’s okay if you don’t want to practice anymore or come join our practice. It’s okay if you don’t want to do any of that. You don’t have to if you don’t want to. Just do what you want or what will be fun for you.”