Jin Birthday

Abiphraya Prawiga, seorang remaja anak dari pasangan bernama Arya dan Dilla. Sejak kelahirannya, Abi telah memiliki kemampuan dalam hal supranatural karena ia telah mewarisi sebuah kitab pusaka kuno bernama Kitab Sidhimantra. Kitab pusaka itu tak sengaja masuk ke dalam rahim Dilla secara ghaib saat usia kandungannya sudah tua. Hal itu mungkin juga karena garis keturunan dari sang ayah yang juga seorang pengemban pusaka kuno bernama Cincin Rojomolo. Cincin itu ia dapatkan saat terjebak di alam Jin Ngastino Puro. Cincin berkekuatan dahsyat itu merupakan warisan dari leluhurnya, yakni Bandung Bondowoso. Dalam tumbuh kembangnya, Abi kecil kerap kali mengalami hal-hal ganjil di luar nalar. Mulai dari ia yang mendadak menjadi seorang anak indigo, sampai berteman dengan sosok tak kasat mata. Saat Abi beranjak dewasa, ia kerap kali dimintai bantuan untuk melepaskan kutukan, mengobati teluh, sampai membasmi jin dan siluman jahat. Bagaimana petualangan Abi dan ayahnya? Siapakah sebenarnya sosok yang bernama Sidhimantra itu? Apa hubungannya dengan Arya, ayah dari Abiphraya? Siapakah sosok sebenarnya dari empat pilar penjaga alam Ngastino Puro? Ikuti keseruan kisahnya dalam novel original karya saya ini, happy reading.

Kisah tentang seorang pengasuh yang mengalami teror bertubi-tubi dari hantu teman khayalan anak asuhnya. Teror itu membawa sang pengasuh dan majikannya ke arah rahasia yang sudah lama tertutup.

Heriyandi atau Heri, seorang pria miskin, hidup seorang diri, kehidupannya berubah setelah mengenal dan berteman dengan Prameswari, seorang jin cantik yang terkurung dalam sebuah botol yang ia temukan di muara sungai. Bersama Prameswari, ia melakukan petualangan mistis di alam jin demi menyelamatkan Sang Putri serta kerajaannya dari kejahatan yang dilakukan oleh Sindangkala.

I secretly ordered a delivery of a thousand roses for my wife's birthday, hoping to surprise her. After the delivery was completed, I got a message from the delivery guy. [By the way, I tossed the trash by your door on my way out. Didn't expect you to be so kinky. Good for you, man!] He even sent me a photo. In the picture was an open trash bag stuffed with shredded pantyhose. My mind went completely blank. I was overseas on a business trip. My wife was the only one at home.

Bayu, seorang remaja berusia 18 tahun, harus merantau ke Jakarta untuk melanjutkan pendidikan sekaligus bekerja pada Pamannya. Sebelum pergi, Kakeknya menurunkan kemampuan misterius yang dapat membuatnya melihat dan bertemu dengan Jin Qarin dan hal-hal gaib. Satu per satu, jiwa-jiwa malang mendekatinya untuk meminta bantuan. Tidak hanya itu, jiwa-jiwa jahat juga menginginkan sesuatu darinya. Apakah Bayu dengan kemampuan barunya mampu menyelesaikan berbagai masalah yang datang menghampirinya? Terlebih lagi, di kota Jakarta yang baru saja dia pijak? "Aku hanya ingin hidup tenang!”- Bayu-

As my murderer's claws tear into my abdomen inch by inch, my father and brother are seated in our family's banquet hall. They're celebrating Carly's 18th birthday and coming-of-age. "You'll always be my little girl." "Happy birthday, Carly." They light 18 pink candles for her. On top of the exquisite red velvet cake is a wolf figurine that they carved for her, and there are well wishes and laughter all around. Meanwhile, I'm curled up in a sewer filled with liquid silver as I bleed to death. My phone has been crushed, and I can't get out. I can only cry for help. A few days later, my father and brother show up together at the autopsy room. My brother stands by the operating table with a scalpel. He slices open the body and sews it back up like it's nothing. My father just covers his nose as he shoots a disgusted glance at my body. He urges my brother to hurry up with the autopsy report. "The victim is a young female wolf presumed to be of pure lineage. Before her death, she was subjected to prolonged captivity and torture. Her throat is nearly severed, her cervical spine is dislocated, and her chest cavity has collapsed. She was also injected with liquid silver before death." Hearing the report, my father looks so calm that it's just like a case study of no consequence. Neither of them can recognize that the body belongs to me—their daughter and sister!

Celebrating your birthday means you acknowledge your existence as a human here on earth. But what if your special day in life turns into nightmare that haunts you forever? What would you do? Kimberly Jade Quesada loves to celebrate her birthday every year eversince she was a child. Lahat halos ng gusto niyang regalo ay nakukuha niya magmula sa mga damit, gadgets at kahit na ang presensya ng kanyang mga magulang na abala sa trabaho ay nagagawa siyang paglaanan ng oras sa kanyang kaarawan. Ito ang petsa na palagi niyang inaabangan kada taon kung saan nakukuha niya ang lahat at nararamdaman niya ang pagmamahal ng mga taong nakapalibot sa kanya. Pero paano kung ang mismong petsa na minamahal-mahal niya ay unti-unting maglaho at mapalitan ng pagkamuhi at pagkasuklam? Anong gagawin niya? "No matter how many times we argue, I still think that you are the best and will always be the greatest mom here on earth," saad ko kasabay ng pagdausdos ng luha sa gilid ng mga mata ko. "Open your eyes for me, Hyacinth. Mama, hayaan mo naman akong makabawi sayo," pakiusap ko pa habang nakayapos sa malamig at nababahiran ng dugo niyang katawan. She loves to celebrate birthdays not until binawi ng langit ang dalawang regalong ibinigay sa kanya.

On my 16th birthday, I treat myself to the most delicious cake I can find. On that day, before I can even take a bite, my parents, who are always at odds with each other, sign their divorce papers right in front of me. So, on my wedding day, I tell my wife, Keira Jarrett, "If you ever want a divorce, just get me a birthday cake." She hugs me tightly and promises me."Don't worry. 'Birthday' won't even be a word in our home anymore." Seven years later, on Keira's birthday, her assistant, Jackson Price, throws her a surprise party. She slaps him across his handsome, gentle face and kicks him out of Jarrett Group. That day, I am convinced I have chosen the right woman for life. But three months later, on my birthday, I find out the supposedly fired Jackson has been promoted to Keira's personal secretary. He personally delivers a custom-made birthday cake to me. I call Keira to demand an explanation, but her voice on the other end is cold and distant. "Jack meant well. Don't be a spoilsport." I freeze for a moment, then hang up. It turns out my parents are right all along. The only way a birthday cake tastes right is when it's served with divorce papers.

I was eight months pregnant when my water broke—the same day as the birthday of my husband’s adopted son. To keep my child from being born on the same day as his adopted son's, he forced me to wait until after midnight. He refused to take me to the hospital and locked me in the basement. Adrian Shaw looked down at me. His eyes were dark and hostile. “Elena, you're really good at picking the timing, huh? Of all days, you had to go into labor on Evan’s birthday.” I begged him to take me to the hospital. A trace of disappointment flashed across his eyes, and his voice turned cold. “You’re still trying to lie to me? I asked a doctor. Even if your water breaks, you don’t give birth right away. Some women don’t deliver for three days. “All this scheming is just to secure your position as Mrs. Shaw, so your child can compete with Evan for his birthday and his place. You've really thought this through.” I took a deep breath as despair washed over me. “The baby I’m carrying is yours too! Adrian, I’m begging you. Please, for the child’s sake, save her. As long as the baby is safe, I promise I’ll never show up in front of you again.” His expression darkened. He bent down, grabbed my chin, and replied harshly, “Don’t play games with me. “As long as you stay here quietly until after midnight, I’ll take you to the hospital. Once the baby’s born, you can finally use the child to secure your place and truly marry into the Shaw family.” Later, when my contractions grew unbearable and I cried out in pain, he found me too noisy and took Evan and his mother out to celebrate instead. By the time he remembered me and asked whether I had a boy or a girl, his secretary’s face paled. “Mrs. Shaw is… gone.”

On our wedding anniversary, I canceled all my meetings and made a reservation at a restaurant. That evening, my wife, the renowned investigative journalist Amaya Shaw, called me. “Efim, I’m sorry! I just received a tip from a source. It’s urgent. “It involves inside information about a well-known company. I have to go verify it immediately!” But the next day, I saw that Javor Furey, the junior she had brought along, had posted a collage on his social media. The central photo showed Amaya wearing a childish birthday hat. Her head was pressed against Javor’s, as they made a wish together in front of a cake covered in candles. This was the caption. [Thanks, my dear Ms. Shaw! Even in the midst of her busy schedule chasing big stories, she remembered to give me this surprise birthday!] [Chasing big stories.] I stared at those three words. Then, I glanced at the limited-edition bag on our dining table. It was the one she had been raving about for half a year. It was the anniversary gift I had prepared for her. I felt absurd. I commented just two words under that post. [How touching.] Her call came in almost the second I hit send. She sounded furious. “Efim, do you have to be so sarcastic? “It’s just an anniversary. How old are you? Why are you still celebrating such childish anniversaries?” From our first year of marriage to the present, her “tip-offs from informants” and “special circumstances” always took precedence over our promises. This time, she could not even be bothered to come up with a plausible excuse. I did not say anything. I hung up and blocked her number. This marriage was over.