Kue Tart Bakso

Suatu hari, ketika ia sedang melayani pelanggan di pinggir jalan, pandangannya tertumbuk pada sosok yang tak asing, Lina, kekasih hatinya. Tetapi hari itu berbeda. Di sebelah Lina, duduk seorang pria dengan penampilan yang begitu mencolok. Pria itu mengenakan jam tangan berkilauan, menaiki mobil mewah, dan berpenampilan layaknya seorang raja dalam balutan kekayaan yang mengilap. Dan yang paling menyakitkan, mereka berdua tertawa mesra, saling menggenggam tangan dengan cara yang hanya ia dan Lina lakukan. Dunia Ghenadie seakan runtuh dalam sekejap. Saat mereka melihat Ghenadie yang hanya seorang tukang bakso, tawa mereka berubah menjadi cemoohan. Pria baru Lina melemparkan pandangan menghina, menganggapnya tak lebih dari debu di jalanan, dan Lina... oh, Lina yang dulu selalu memujanya, kini ikut menundukkan diri dalam kebanggaannya, menginjak-injak harga dirinya di depan teman-teman mereka yang kebetulan ikut, memandang rendah dirinya yang dianggap miskin dan tak berdaya. Hari berikutnya, di tengah kehancuran hatinya, seorang pria asing muncul. Pria itu mengatakan sesuatu yang nyaris tak masuk akal: Ghenadie, adalah anak seorang direktur besar dan tak tertandingi. "Mana mungkin," pikir Ghenadie, "Aku hanyalah anak kampung yang hidup dari bakso, bukan pewaris kekayaan yang tak terhitung." Ia menolak mempercayai, seolah kenyataan terlalu jauh dari jangkauannya. Tiba-tiba datang sekelompok orang tak dikenal. Mereka menyerang tanpa ampun, menghancurkan gerobak bakso yang selama ini menjadi penopang hidupnya. Ghenadie berusaha melawan, tetapi apa daya? Mereka lebih kuat, lebih banyak, dan ia terjatuh, terpukul oleh kejamnya dunia yang tak memberinya ruang untuk bernapas. Entah kenapa, kata-kata pria itu kembali terngiang di benaknya. Apakah ini semua memang kenyataan yang lebih besar dari yang ia bayangkan? Ghenadie mulai merasakan getaran aneh di hatinya, sebuah keyakinan samar yang perlahan muncul di tengah kekacauan hidupnya. Ini bukan sekadar mimpi, mungkin inilah awal dari sesuatu yang jauh lebih besar dari sekadar penjual bakso yang tertindas. Sebuah titik balik yang bagus ...

Annindita Rani mendapati calon suaminya sedang bercumbu dengan adik tirinya. Untuk menutupi skandal itu, ia justru harus menikah dengan seorang penjual bakso keliling. Tapi, siapa sangka kejadian malang itu membawanya ke kehidupan yang penuh dengan plot twist? Suaminya ternyata bukan tukang bakso biasa! Lantas, bagaimana nasib Ann setelahnya? Apakah ia akan dimanjakan atau justru dikecewakan oleh suaminya itu?

Kisah tentang Abdul dan Fitri, Abdul yang berniat melamar Mayang, anak dari majikan ibunda Fitri, langsung di tolak mentah-mentah oleh kedua orang tua Mayang, hanya karena Abdul seorang pedagang bakso. Siapa sangka, ternyata Abdul bukanlah pedagang bakso biasa.. ikuti ceritanya yuk..

Tiga tahun kami menikah, suamiku terlihat setia, namun nyatanya dia selingkuh. Langsung melabraknya adalah hal kolokan, lebih baik aku main cantik dulu

Gu Jiuci, the daughter of rich parents, was forced into despair: her family was destroyed and she was forsaken by her friends and relatives after being framed by a scheming couple. It was only at the point of death that she realized she had fallen in love with the wrong man and that she had betrayed Huo Mingche, who was willing to give up his life for her. Now, she was reincarnated back as the arrogant and demonic princess of the Gu family, but this time around, things would be different. She would love and work with her husband, Huo Mingche, hand in hand to destroy the vile couple that harmed her in her past life, with his full approval and support.

My wife went abroad for a six-month training course and unexpectedly secured a major deal.  Thanks to this contract, she was promoted to director against all odds. When I saw the news of her return in the work group chat, I immediately ordered flowers to pick her up at the airport. However, her belly, which would have been eight months pregnant, showed no signs of it. She had aborted our child, turning me into a laughingstock among colleagues. Just as I tried to swallow my anger, she told me she was pregnant with someone else’s child. She demanded that I step aside and make way for her.

After my husband picked up his secretary and our son, they went into the hotel for a business meeting. Photos of them were trending online. I gave him a call to ask him about it, but he hung up on me impatiently. “I’m meeting a client. Obviously, we’re meeting at the hotel! Can you stop being unreasonable?” I was busy contacting IT support to retract the trending topics. Two hours later, I received a call from the emergency department of the hospital. When I reached the hospital, my son was already dead. In his hand, he was still holding a staff ID tag. The secretary’s name was on the tag. I broke down crying. My husband, Zac Davis, had blocked my number so I could not reach him. After I completed the hospital procedures, Zac finally returned my call. He sounded very angry and impatient, “Did you fetch our son? Why didn’t you inform me? Don’t you know that we’re all waiting for him to pass us the agreement? Just send the document over now!” After that, he immediately hung up and blocked my number again. I stared at the notification on my phone and sneered. I was going to snatch your clients and force you into a dead end!

My mother is hospitalized due to a terminal illness. She's in urgent need of a kidney transplant to save her life. I'm the only one who can perform the surgery, but I give the kidney to a stranger. My father and husband get on their knees before me on the day of the surgery. They beg me to save my mother. However, I shrug and say, "I can't do anything about this. A life is a life, regardless of who the person is. This is what she gets for coming late—death is waiting for her."

The day Pedro Palmer's mom was supposed to get my kidney, I ghosted. He waited outside the OR for ten hours. What did he get? A death notice. After that, he went full beast mode on his career. Five years later, his company blew up. Media darling. CEO. Power suit. And yeah, he was holding another girl's hand, all smiles for the cameras. "Do you have anything to say to Ruth Rackham? We heard she supported your early days," a reporter asked. Not even a pause. "Yeah. Thanks for vanishing. For letting my mom die with questions. For wrecking me. She taught me not to trust anyone." He stepped in closer, eyes cold. "This is what you wanted, Ruth? Too bad. Love's gone. And you? Not even worth my hate." That's when Nellie Lyon, the reporter, went pale. "Mr. Palmer... Ruth Rackham died five years ago. She was the test subject. She donated her body—before she passed..."

My husband, Julian Sutton, is busy with work on the day of my prenatal checkup. His childhood sweetheart, Vera Levine, with whom he's been amorous for years, offers to drive me. On the way there, she suddenly swerves and rams into the back of a truck. The car is flattened. Julian is a doctor in the emergency room, but I don't call him. Instead, I dial 911 and wait for assistance. Why? I called him in my past life, and he took me to the hospital. Our child was saved, but Vera died due to significant blood loss. Julian claimed not to blame me and even arranged for me to stay in a private hospital ward. But on the day I was discharged, he dragged me to Vera's grave and stabbed me. I lost the child and was on the verge of death as I stared into his bloodshot eyes. They were filled with unbridled hatred as he snarled, "Vera wouldn't have died if you hadn't grabbed the wheel! Don't think I'll believe you just because you're acting innocent! An eye for an eye—I want you to die for her, but only after experiencing the pain she felt in a hundredfold!" He twisted the blade and stabbed me repeatedly. My blood splattered on Vera's gravestone, dying it red. When I open my eyes again, I find that I've been taken back to the scene of the accident.