Male Submissive

Dek, udah ya mas lemes nih, nanti kering." Nanang tidak menyangka bisa terjebak di sekeliling cewek cantik dan nakal ini. Mas, Satu ronde lagi yah." ternyata bukan cuma satu saja, masih banyak cewek yang mengantri menunggu gilirannya untuk main sama Nanang. Kenapa hal seperti ini bisa terjadi? Beberapa Tahun Sebelumnya.

(Area 21++) Setelah dikhianati sang istri, Rangga berencana untuk membalas perbuatan itu. Namun, siapa sangka jika rencana Rangga justru direstui semesta, hingga mampu membuat istri, anak, dan menantu Rahul, pria yang berselingkuh dengan istrinya, tunduk di bawah dekapan Rangga?!etelah dikhianati sang istri, Rangga berencana untuk membalas perbuatan itu. Namun, siapa sangka jika rencana Rangga justru direstui semesta, hingga mampu membuat istri, anak, dan menantu Rahul, pria yang berselingkuh dengan istrinya, tunduk di bawah dekapan Rangga?!

Aku dimaki dan diperlakukan tidak manusiawi di rumah Om ku sendiri oleh Tante Dewi, hingga aku memutuskan untuk mencari kos-kosan dan tinggal di sana demi melanjutkan pendidikanku di kota itu. Untuk menutupi kekurangan kebutuhan sehari-hari, aku rela menjadi kuli angkat di pasar sepulang dari sekolah. Meskipun hidup pas-pasan namun aku lebih nyaman ketimbang harus tinggal di rumah Om Ramlan, namun masalah kembali datang ketika aku terjebak oleh birahi liar Bu Dola Guruku sendiri hingga membuat aku ketagihan untuk selalu melakukannya setiap kali Bu Dola mengajakku berhubungan badan. Masalah semakin runyam ketika hadir rasa nyaman di antara kami, hingga tumbuh benih-benih cinta. Akankah hubungan gelapku dengan Bu Dola terus berlanjut? Atau aku hanya sebatas pelampiasan nafsunya saja karena Bu Dola diketahui telah bersuami?

Arya (25), pemuda rupawan dari Kota Gudeg, Jogja, memutuskan merantau ke Jakarta. Keputusan ini didorong oleh patah hati mendalam setelah kekasihnya, Sita, dinikahkan dengan pria lain karena Arya belum memiliki cukup uang untuk melamarnya. Bertekad memperbaiki ekonomi keluarga dan mewujudkan mimpinya kuliah, Arya mencari pekerjaan di ibu kota. Lewat sebuah iklan di Instagram, Arya mendatangi rumah mewah Ibu Sonya (35), seorang bos perusahaan pengiriman barang ternama. Arya diterima sebagai sopir pribadinya. Sonya adalah wanita lajang yang sangat cantik dan kaya raya, namun di balik kesuksesannya, ia dikenal sangat galak dan keras kepala. Bekerja untuk majikan yang masih single ini, Arya mulai menemukan pengalaman baru, termasuk menghadapi pasang surut emosi sang bos. Kehidupan Sonya tak luput dari intrik. Adik perempuannya, Jessy, mati-matian mencarikan jodoh bagi kakaknya, tetapi selalu gagal karena sifat Sonya yang terkenal. Di kantor, dua anak buah Sonya, yaitu Cindy, sekretaris cantik nan agresif, dan Jaka, manajer keuangan yang terobsesi, menambah kompleksitas suasana. Jaka menyimpan ambisi gelap: ia ingin menikahi Sonya sekaligus menguasai perusahaannya, bahkan siap melakukan segala cara untuk mencapai tujuannya itu. Bisakah Arya bertahan di tengah intrik dan lika-liku kehidupan Ibu Kota? Mampukah ia meluluhkan hati majikan galaknya yang ternyata masih sendiri?

My wife is the daughter of a top jewelry tycoon. She accused me of pushing her mother down the stairs to steal the family fortune and had me thrown in prison. While I was locked up, her people disfigured my face and crushed my hands—the same hands that once played the piano. After my release, I run from her like a madman. Just like she said I would, I give up and start mooching off a wealthy woman. But then, she clings to me and begs me not to leave.

I was holding my wife as we slept when her phone suddenly gave a special alert tone. “Rachel, my whole body hurts. Please help me…” The message was from Daniel. He sounded entitled, and he even attached a photo of his abs. My wife pushed me away at once. “Wait for me. I will head over right away.” I could not hold back my anger. “Where are you going? It’s the middle of the night, and you are going to see him? He’s your brother-in-law. Can’t you keep a bit of distance? “Your sister has been dead for half a year. Do you have to take care of him like this forever?” Rachel suddenly raised her hand and slapped me. “Sam, he has post-traumatic stress disorder. You already know that. I am his psychologist, so what is wrong with helping him? Why are your thoughts so filthy? “Forget it. I can’t talk sense into someone like you. Stay home and reflect on yourself.” After saying that, she did not look at me again. We had been married for five years. Every time we argued, she would walk away and give me the cold shoulder. She knew how much I loved her, so she hurt me without restraint. She was certain that I would ultimately give in and try to make peace. However, this time, I did not try to salvage the situation anymore. My heart was dead. I did not want her anymore.

My cousin, Tiffany Wilkinson, brought her new boyfriend, Isaac Lloyd, home for the first time. The dinner was going great, chatting and laughing like everything was perfect. Out of nowhere, Isaac locked eyes on me, his face lighting up with fake surprise as he practically shouted, "Wait, don't I know you from somewhere? Aren't you in that 'Elite Escort Group'?" He added, "I swear I saw your rate card in the group photos... It was only 200 dollars or something?" He slapped a hand over his mouth afterward, putting on this innocent act like he had just let something slip. The lively dining room went dead silent in an instant. My relatives' looks turned cold and judgmental, making me utterly uncomfortable all over. "He looks so decent on the outside, but he's actually doing that kind of thing behind closed doors." "You're such a disgrace to the Wilkinson family. Don't even tell people you're related to us from now on." Dad was so furious he slammed his wine glass down, and Mom sat there wiping away tears. I calmly dabbed my mouth with my napkin, then looked at Isaac with a knowing smirk. "Makes sense that I look familiar. I'm with the Vice Squad, and I just busted you in a sting operation last month!"

I worked overtime until the early morning hours and called my driver to pick me up. She frowned the entire ride. "You go home so late every night, and you always have me pick you up. You have no consideration for others." I found her comment baffling. "Wasn't all of this made clear when I hired you? The job requires you to be available at all times, and your salary is generous." "What exactly are you trying to say?" Chloe Morrison's tone turned reproachful and condescending. "I'm concerned about you, obviously. What good man goes home at dawn every day? You're probably fooling around outside. A man should conduct himself properly. You should get off work earlier and go home to do housework and cook. That's how you win a girl over." Her words irritated me, and my tone turned sharp. "Ms. Morrison, you're just a driver. You're not anyone to me. Don't overstep."

After three years of marriage, I believed I had the perfect family. My wife, Sarah, was gentle and caring, and our son was bright and adorable. On a rare day when I finished work early, I arrived home to find Sarah asleep, slumped tiredly by the crib. My heart went out to her, and I decided to carry her to our bedroom. As I approached, Sarah's phone screen suddenly lit up. A message appeared: “Sarah, is our son asleep?"

My wife sent a whistleblower letter to the airline that I worked 15 years for. It was a PowerPoint that was 56 pages long. She reported that I was a playboy captain that cheated on her 999 times and that I embezzled millions of company funds. When the Disciplinary Department found out the truth, everyone fell silent. The funds that I had embezzled were just a couple of packs of tissue and some paper cups. The total cost of these things wasn’t even worth the superior’s time. The person who cheated on their partner was actually someone else.