Lagu Map

Seseorang tuan muda besar yang merupakan CEO dari perusahaan terbesar sepanjang masa dalam dunia bisnis yang tak lain lain adalah MaLvi Company. Reza Abrisam Malviano ialah pemilik perusahaan tersebut. Dengan sifatnya yang arogan, sombong, dan angkuhnya tak luput dengan banyaknya orang-orang yang mau menghancurkan dirinya terlebih lagi dengan kedudukannya di MaLvi Company. Tangannya meraih lalu membuka map biru yang bernama 'Nara Charlie' Reza sudah bersumpah akan membalaskan dendamnya pada keluarga Charlie, walau pun ia tahu kalau Nara tidak bersalah sama sekali tapi tetap saja bagi Reza. Orang sudah berkhianat akan selamanya seperti itu. Reza sama sekali tidak pernah memandang bulu jika ingin membalaskan dendamnya. Markas yang ia beli untuk dijadikan tempat eksekusian para tikus-tikus nakal sudah menjadi bukti betapa kejamnya Reza dalam dunia bisnis. Reyhan yang sudah hafal betul gimana sifat dan juga perilaku Reza, ia berharap penuh dengan seseorang gadis yang akan menjadi mangsa Reza selanjutnya.

Setelah mengumumkan pengunduran diri, banyak orang bersorak dan sangat setuju. Hanya pacarku yang terlibat gosip dengan seorang pria bernama Sherwin, seorang musisi jenius yang tidak setuju. Di depan banyak wartawan, pria itu berpura-pura peduli. “Semua ini salah paham. Kak Yonatan adalah musisi berbakat yang tak tergantikan di dunia musik. Aku berharap dia bisa kembali berkarya.” Aku mematikan ponsel dan mengabaikannya. Di kehidupan sebelumnya, karya dan laguku sama persis dengannya. Netizen menyebutku plagiat, bahkan mengutuk seluruh keluargaku. Aku tidak terima dan membuktikan proses pembuatan laguku, tapi tetap saja kalah dengan waktu rilis lagunya. Lagu barunya dirilis sepuluh menit lebih cepat dariku. Hanya karena sepuluh menit itu, netizen mengirimkan karangan bunga dan foto pemakamanku, bahkan ada yang datang ke rumahku untuk menyiram cat. Selama beberapa tahun, perundungan media yang terus-menerus membuatku mengalami depresi. Orang tuaku menghabiskan semua harta mereka untuk membersihkan namaku, tetapi akhirnya mereka dibakar hidup-hidup oleh penggemar fanatik. Pada hari Sherwin memenangkan Golden Melody Awards untuk ciptaan lagunya, aku melompat dari gedung tinggi. Tak kusangka, saat membuka mata lagi, aku terlahir kembali.

It's 11:30 pm. Home alone, I decide to order some takeout. When the map shows the delivery guy is zero miles away, I receive a call from him. I pick up, only to hear unsettling silence from the other end. I hang up, annoyed. The next moment, the guy texts me, "Sorry, I'm hearing-impaired and unable to speak. I called to notify you to pick up your food as soon as possible. I can't explain things over the phone, and I apologize for that." Then comes another text. "You must've been waiting for a long time. I've left your order at your door, so please pick it up as soon as you can." Just as I prepare to open the door, I see bars of live comments—reminiscent of livestream chats—floating right before my eyes. "Don't open the door! That dude isn't a delivery guy at all! He's a murderer!" "He called you to check if you're a woman living alone!" "Seriously, why are all thriller story protagonists always so dumb? The delivery guy is obviously suspicious, yet she still wants to open the door."

In the coastal quiet of Baler, a studio is born—not of architecture, but of intention.* Founded by Yam, a poet whose words cradle pain gently, and Franc, an artist who paints tenderness into walls, the studio becomes a refuge for those learning to stay—with grief, love, longing, and themselves. As visitors arrive, they leave behind more than footprints: a sigh recorded in bamboo, a poem tucked into the “Found Letters” shelf, a mural painted in crooked lines. Through zines, tea, silence, and sketchbooks, the studio teaches softness as revolution. Ren creates the *Window of Soft Returns*, an installation of anonymous voice recordings—each whisper forming a community of echoes. Drew builds the *Staircase With No Wrong Turns*, inviting people to walk through emotions without shame. Franc offers brushstrokes as brave work, and Yam curates writing circles that map healing in half sentences. Together, they host festivals that feel like hugs, and they begin traveling their archive, letting softness cross oceans. Even those who once left—like Miguel—return, discovering that some doors never truly close. Others, like Tala, capture the studio’s sound and turn it into a podcast of breath and becoming. Over seventy chapters, the studio transforms into something larger than itself: a mural of memory, a sanctuary for second chances, a place where return is sacred and voice is proof of survival. In the final bloom, the studio stands not as a monument—but as a reminder: > *“Staying isn’t easy. > But chosen together, > it becomes home.”*

The words echoed, a promise she wore like a blindfold. “Give me a chance to prove to you that love is beautiful.” Kensington Darley had believed him. At twenty-six, she was the beautiful, trusting daughter of a gilded cage, and she had willingly traded her own life’s map for the one drawn by her boyfriend. His choices became her destiny; his whispered needs, her sacred law. Until the moment his love demanded her degradation. He didn't ask her to empty a savings account. He didn't ask her to sell the family jewels. He asked for her body, for her dignity, to be sold piece by devastating piece. The debt. It was a cold, unforgiving beast, and the only currency powerful enough to silence it was Kensington's unwilling performance in front of a camera. Every forced smile, every feigned moan, was a knife-edge decision she made in the name of love. She despised the spotlights, the sterile sets, the shame that clung to her like cheap perfume—but she did it. Because she loved him. But as she watches the man she is saving—the man who allowed her to be lost—a single, poisonous question begins to bloom in the darkness of her despair: Does he love her back? If the answer is no, what becomes of a woman who has sacrificed everything for a lie? And how will Kensington Darley ever learn to trust a single word, let alone love, again?

A young psychologist, Maria Reyes, fresh out of college, decides to take her first freelance case to build her résumé. Feeling bold and free on her graduation night, she let herself loose after getting charmed by an alluring mysterious man. One drink leads to another and another, and she finds herself drowning in passion in his bed. She reads him like a map and falls for his scars before she even asks for his name. But the morning brings the brutal truth, Darian Wolfe is her father's enemy, a ruthless businessman, an heir to the empire sworn to destroy her father's legacy. She vanishes before he wakes, unable to face what has been done. Weeks later after being able to set up her new office, the past begins to blur until her first patient walks through the door. It's him, Darian Wolfe. Her expression freezes when she sees him. He walks around her office uninvited. He takes a seat without a word. The silence between them is thick with everything unsaid. And then, he looks unblinking in her eyes. "I have a lot to... unpack, Dr Reyes," he says, with a dark smile. "Let's start with a woman I met two weeks ago at a bar," he says, pulling out a red panty from his pocket.

“Apa!!!” Deva setengah teriak setelah mendengarkan apa yang dikatakan wanita di depannya yang selalu dipanggil Boss oleh orang-orang di kantornya. Wanita yang duduk santai sambil menatap wajah Deva yang pucat pasi setelah mendengarkan apa yang dikatakannya tanpa wajah bersalah yang bernama Adelia Cantara Hermawan, nama itu terpampang jelas di papan nama di meja kerja wanita itu “Apa kau tuli?” tanya wanita itu. Deva terbelalak, sikapnya langsung salah tingkah di depan wanita itu, dia tidak percaya hari ini dia di lamar oleh bosnya sendiri. “Anda bercandakan,” kata Deva mencoba tertawa dan berharap ini hanya prank belaka, tapi wajah dingin bosnya membuat senyum di bibir Deva langsung hilang begitu saja. “Kau sudah berapa lama bekerja denganku, apakah aku tipe orang yang mempunyai waktu untuk bercanda?” jawab Adelia. Deva berdiri lalu berkacak pinggang, “Ini bukanlah hal yang dapat anda putuskan sendiri, bagaimana anda bisa memanggil saya lalu meminta saya untuk menikah dengan anda, bagi saya menikah harus dengan orang yang kita cintai,” kata Deva panjang lebar. Adelia menyenderkan badannya di kursi sambil melipat tangannya, “Kau kira aku benar-benar ingin menikahimu?” kata Adelia lagi sambil membuka laci mejanya dan mengeluarkan sebuah map hijau ke atas mejanya.

Annette Marechal at twenty-four, has finally understood the difference between: being loved and being used. Upon meeting Antoine Bourdeu, she believed that her life was finally going to be complete. She married him, two months after meeting him, madly in love with his thoughtful personality and his way of treating and caring for her. She never cared about the ten-year-old difference, nor the comments of Antoine's family towards her. Until he discovered the true root of his interest: his father's company about to fail. Knowing that she was used to reach her father, she confronted Antoine and he assured her that he had loved her, not as she would have liked, but as a means to an end. Full of pain and helplessness, suffering the betrayal of the supposed love of her life, Annette decided to leave never to return, Antoine Bourdeu, eldest son of the Bourdeu family, one of the wealthiest in France, did not believe in love, but in the commitment and stability that being married gave him in business. The beautiful Annette had seduced him, and he had fallen at her feet, driven mad by her emerald green eyes and mischievous gaze. She wanted to know the world and he promised to fulfill it. Until he realized how interested and manipulative his sweet Annette was. She left right after the ceremony, when he wanted to make her his body and soul. He disappeared from the map, taking with him more than his male pride. At least that's what he thought, because now, more cynical and stronger than ever, Antoine would return to take back what was his. No one denied Antoine Bourdeu

Maira, mahasiswi riset berusia dua puluh lima tahun, mengira tugas lapangannya di Abu Dhabi hanya akan berupa wawancara dan observasi budaya. Namun segalanya berubah ketika ia ditempatkan langsung di bawah pengawasan Wisnutama Adnan Bin Malik- seorang diplomat yang dikenal disiplin, nyaris tanpa emosi, dan memiliki reputasi berbahaya yang jarang dibicarakan secara terbuka. Perjumpaan pertama mereka membuat Maira sadar satu hal bahwa pria ini bukan tipe yang bisa ditebak atau dilawan. Terlambat satu menit saja, Wisnutama menatapnya seolah ia sudah melakukan kesalahan fatal. Terlambat satu detik pun, ia mengucapkan kata hukuman tanpa berkedip. Maira tidak tahu apakah ia sedang diuji, atau sedang ditarik masuk ke dunia kerja Wisnutama yang dingin, tajam, dan teratur seperti garis map diplomatik. Namun yang tidak pernah ia duga, semakin lama ia bekerja di dekatnya, semakin jelas bahwa pria itu tidak sesederhana atau sesuci yang terlihat. Dan ketika Maira mulai menyadari bahwa dosennya menghilang tanpa jejak, penempatannya terasa janggal, dan Wisnutama terlalu tahu banyak tentang dirinya. Di antara koridor kantor diplomatik, ruangan kaca gelap lantai delapan belas, dan tatapan yang selalu menguji, Maira harus memutuskan. Melarikan diri atau mengikuti pria itu lebih jauh, meski ia tahu Wisnutama punya cara tersendiri untuk menahan siapa pun yang menarik perhatian.

Setelah menghilang 3 tahun lamanya, Kang Wirna kutemukan menjadi seorang pengamen buta di sebuah pasar kaget. Ia menyanyikan sebuah lagu yang sering ia putar di telepon genggamnya ketika kami masih bersama 3 tahun yang lalu. Bersamanya ada seorang bocah lelaki yang tangan kirinya buntung. Apa yang terjadi dengan laki-laki yang sampai sekarang masih menyandang status suami siriku itu? Waktu 3 tahun ternyata telah banyak membawa perubahan pada dirinya yang menghilang dariku tanpa alasan. "Bagaimana kalau suatu saat nanti Abi meninggalkan Ami?" tanyaku risau setelah 2 bulan aku menikah dengannya. "Abi tidak akan pernah meninggalkan Ami walau apapun yang terjadi. Jika itu Abi lakukan, demi Allah, hidup Abi akan sengsara selamanya dan mati dalam keadaan sesat." Kang Wirna mengulangi lagi sumpah yang memang sering ia ucapkan kepadaku. "Lalu jika suatu saat Abi kembali kepada mantan istri Abi, gimana?" lanjutku bertanya. Dan lagi-lagi ia mengulangi sumpahnya. "Itu tidak akan pernah terjadi, Mi..! Jika itu terjadi maka Abi mengangkat sumpah agar Allah menyengsarakan hidup Abi dan seluruh keturunan Abi." "Jangan main-main dengan sumpah, Bi! Bahaya..!" ucapku mengingatkannya kala itu. "Abi sadar kalau Abi telah mengangkat sumpah yang paling tinggi di antara semua sumpah anak manusia dibumi. Abi sudah siap dengan segala konsekwensi dan resikonya. Karena itu tolong Ami percaya kepada Abi." ucapnya berulang kali di banyak malam. Namun bulan kedelapan pernikahan kami Kang Wirna menghilang. Yuk pembaca... ! Kita simak bersama curahan hati seorang istri yang didustakan dan akibat bagi seorang suami yang mempermainkan pernikahan dan menganggap sepele sumpah dan janji.