Male Cod Characters

"Ah ... Baskara ...." Suara desahan tersembunyi memuja namaku di balik kamar-kamar rumah megah Tuan Broto, membuatku hilang akal sekaligus tak berdaya. Aku hanyalah sopir … tapi empat istrinya menjadikanku pelarian rahasia yang tak boleh diketahui siapa pun. Setiap panggilan ke kamar mereka bukan sekadar tugas, melainkan “pengabdian” sunyi yang membuat batas antara kepatuhan dan hasrat melebur menjadi Cinta Terlarang antara majikan dengan seorang sopir. Satu Nyonya saja sudah membuatku hilang akal, apa lagi empat!

Pram diminta menjadi pelayan oleh seorang nyonya yang cantik. Ternyata sang nyonya cantik seperti meminta pelayanan lebih! Para wanita penghuni rumah tersebut satu persatu juga meminta servis spesial. "Mas Pram! Aku butuh kamu secepatnya!"

Istriku tidak pernah memberiku jatah, tapi bagaimana jika Ibu Mertua dan Kakak Ipar yang menawariku jatah? Awalnya aku menolak, demi istriku. Tapi tiba-tiba, belasan pesan masuk yang ternyata berisi video perselingkuhan istriku dengan mantannya, tanpa busana, dengan mantan kekasihnya dulu. Aku yang menceritakan semua keluh kesahku tiga tahun ini kepada mereka, ternyata disambut baik dan mereka merasa bersalah. Namun, sambutan itu perlahan berubah, terutama ketika mereka terpesona dengan keperkasaanku!

Andre pikir tidak akan ada hal aneh saat tantenya tinggal di rumahnya untuk sementara waktu. Namun, dia tidak menyangka jika tantenya yang katanya seorang janda itu malah memberi pengalaman menarik lain untuknya. Itu membuat Andre semakin yakin dengan kata temannya bahwa janda memang lebih menggoda.

Ayahku sekarat, tapi ibu tiriku malah bersenang-senang dengan sopir kami setelah berhasil menguasai harta keluargaku. Sekarang, aku baru berpikir untuk berencana membalasnya, tapi aku tidak menyangka jika dia malah menjeratku dalam fantasi gilanya!

My wife, Rochelle Willoughby, went on a business trip for five months. When I picked her up at the airport, she showed up with her true love instead. I noticed her baby bump and was about to ask some questions, but she shoved me away like I was some disgusting piece of trash. "Don't touch me with your grubby hands. I'm pregnant with Samuel's baby. If you hurt it somehow, I'll kill you!" Then, she gently held Samuel Riverson's hand. "You must be exhausted. Let's go home." She left me at the airport without so much as a glance. I saw them off and quietly rubbed the part Rochelle shoved. Then, I contacted my divorce lawyer. Ten years. This marriage finally came to an end.

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.

Rachel Larson was adamant about marrying me, and she spent ten years stealing my heart. On the night before our wedding, I overheard her conversation with her friend. "You're marrying Leonardo? What about your side piece?" A moment of silence later, Rachel answered, "That guy? He's just a cheap replacement. Leonardo's the real deal. Don't compare my side piece to him. If he stays put and keeps his mouth shut, I might let him stay around. Leonardo's a broad-minded man. He won't mind." The side piece did not stay put. In fact, he caused a scene at the wedding the next day. He shoved me off the stage, but the woman who was supposed to marry me darted over to his side instead. Why? He was holding a piece of broken glass against his throat. Gutturally, he roared, "Choose! Me or him?" Panicked, Rachel kicked me away despite my injuries, and she roared, "Get out of the way! I need to take him to the hospital! If anything happens to him, I'll kill you!" She didn't need to wait that long. My heart died right there and then. … That night, I bought a flight ticket that would take me abroad and left her.

I had been the company's top sales performer—the kind who brought in tens of millions in revenue. But just because I hadn't praised my boss' girlfriend in the company group chat, she fired me without hesitation and replaced me with her cousin. Not long after, the company's sales dropped straight to zero. That was when she had come to my door on her own to apologize. "Please, come back," she had begged. "My boyfriend said he'll break up with me if you don't return."

In my fifth year of teaching at a rural school in Mount Dalon, Melissa Snow shows up with her first love by her side. "Have you had enough of this miserable life? Go apologize, and after I'm married, I might still support you. Otherwise, stay here and rot as a lonely, broke schoolteacher." People around us begin to whisper, acting like I've been handed my golden ticket out of the impoverished area and should be falling to my knees in gratitude. I simply smile. "Teaching here suits me just fine. Besides, I'm married."