Male Naga

When the murderer tortures me to death, my criminal investigator dad and chief forensic pathologist mom are cheering at my brother's match. The criminal saws off my tongue. He answers my Dad's call with my finger. Just before the call ends, Dad's cold voice cuts through. "Playing dead, huh? We should never have brought him back." The murderer chuckles mockingly. "Looks like I grabbed the wrong kid. I thought they'd care more about their real son." When Mom and Dad arrive at the crime scene later, they stare at the mutilated body in shock and rage at the murderer's cruelty. But they never realize that the broken, bloodied body is their biological son.

I had just gotten hospitalization prior to my operation when my wife told me she was going on an urgent business trip, leaving me and our one-year-old daughter behind. Two days later, her childhood sweetheart proudly posted a family photo on social media with a caption that said: “Took a picture of our happy family of three on our trip!” I looked at my wife who was smiling tenderly in the picture and commented, “?” My wife immediately called and berated me, “He's a single father who doesn’t have a wife to help take care of his child! All I did was take a picture with them, what are you being so defensive about?” That same evening, her childhood sweetheart posted a picture of a million-dollar dowry given to him with the caption: “After we took the picture, she insisted on giving me this as a dowry.” I knew my wife gave it to him to appease him. But this time, I was going to leave her for good.

A car accident left my mother-in-law bleeding and desperate for help, but her plea was heartlessly rejected by her own daughter. Even on her deathbed, my mother-in-law's only wish was to see her one last time. However, she was busy staying by her first love's side, euthanizing his dog. "You better stay as far away from me as possible! My mom's perfectly fine!" she shouted before hanging up on me, only to spend the night tangled with her first love in a hotel room. It was not until after the cremation ceremony that she returned—carrying a birthday cake. What greeted her was not a celebration but her mother's funeral. She cried, sobbing uncontrollably, "Mom! You haven't even celebrated my birthday yet! Don't leave me!" I stared at her and pulled the divorce papers from my bag. How fitting. This time, I was leaving too.

My mother is a hospital director. To give my brother, an intern doctor, more hands-on experience, she assigns him as the lead surgeon for my brain tumor operation. I beg her to let someone else do it and tell her it's my only chance at survival. But she slaps me hard across the face and screams, "How did I raise such a selfish, ungrateful child? Your brother has just started his internship—can't you help him improve his skills? Is that too much to ask?" Later, the surgery fails. I die on the operating table. And my mother seems to have aged decades overnight.

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.

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!

Djakarta, 1955. Di rumah megah Tuan Broto, 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 perlahan runtuh ....

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!"

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."

My girlfriend was a police officer. One day, I got kidnapped, and the explosives on my body were ten minutes away from detonating when the kidnappers ordered me to call her. Instead of worry, all I got was relentless scorn and a tongue-lashing. "Caleb, are you seriously doing this right now? How could you be so petty and jealous when a life is on the line?! Lucas' cat is in danger. It has been stuck on a tree for three days, and that cat is as important to him as his own life! "If I don't save them in time, you'll be the one at fault!" Over the line, I heard the voice of a young man that sounded, to my ears, anything but genuine. "Thank you Jamie, you're the best!" That man was my girlfriend's childhood friend, Lucas White. Before the bomb exploded, I sent her a final message. [I hope we never see each other again. Not in this life, and not in the next.]