Milk Factory Vtuber Group

Sebuah takdir tentang pertemuan, luka dan penantian. Tak ada yang lebih mengetahui rahasia takdir melainkan Sang penulis takdir itu sendiri. Ini kisah mengenai persimpangan takdir antara 3 anak manusia. Lintang Kiani Ardiyanti, seorang copy writing yang memiliki trauma masa lalu tentang cinta. Sesuatu yang membuat dia percaya bahwa cinta tidak pernah tercipta untuk dirinya. Dari dikhianati oleh pasangan di saat sebuah janji ikatan hampir tersemat, hingga takdir yang sempat mempertemukannya dengan orang yang dirasa tepat, tetapi justru takdir itu sendiri yang merenggut dari sisinya. Ghazi Al-Aqsa, seorang santri yang sedang dalam masa akhir pengabdian, diutus oleh pihak pesantren untuk syi'ar selama setahun penuh di daerah lereng gunung pulau jawa bagian timur. Pria berdarah bugis-jawa dengan tubuh proporsional dan wajah yang sulit untuk tak mengundang perhatian. Perjalanan dakwah ternyata tak semudah yang dibayangkan, banyak hambatan yang harus dia lalui. Mulai dari sikap para warga yang masih saklek dengan adat yang ada, hingga hatinya sendiri yang sulit mengendalikan rasa. Zubair Akhtar Al-Barraq, sebenarnya masih memiliki silsilah dari keluarga yang sama dari garis kakek dari Ayah Lintang. Perpisahan adalah sisi lain dari pertemuan, jarak dan waktu membuat hubungan keduanya semakin berbeda. Akhtar terlihat semakin dingin dan kaku sejak berada di pesantren. Seolah Lintang adalah orang yang begitu asing baginya, tetapi Adib sang kakak beserta ibunya, tidak beranggapan begitu. Akhtar adalah sosok yang hangat dan penuh perhatian. Ada apa dengan kakaknya? Mengapa dia beranggapan begitu? Akhtar diam-diam selalu mengawasi Kiani dari tempat yang tak pernah dilihat oleh siapa pun, janjinya dengan Sang paman, ayah Kiani saat dia hendak berangkat ke Turki dulu. Dapatkan Lintang menemukan cinta dalam hidupnya, berdamai dengan luka-luka yang becokol dalam hati? Berhasilkah Ghazi dengan misi dakwahnya atau hanya menggenggam sesuatu yang sia-sia? Apa yang tersimpan dalam hati Akhtar, akankah Kiani mengetahui? Ikuti terus kisahnya dalam Milky way on The Midnight Starlight

Aku mendaftarkan anakku ke playgroup dan tak disangka mereka memberiku kartu pijat di spa sebelah. Begitu memasuki ruang pijat, aku terkejut karena terapis terbaik yang memijatku itu melakukan sesuatu padaku….

During a kindergarten parent-teacher conference, a rich wife accuses me of stealing her bag. I'm baffled. I bought the bag myself abroad, and it even has my name etched on it. However, when I scrutinize the bag, I discover that my name is missing. I call my husband, and he impatiently says, "I gave your bag to Jen. She's fresh out of college and needs an expensive bag to make herself look good. Even Finn said the bag is too young for you—it suits Jen more. You're too old for these things. You should be glad to even have a fake one." I bark out an exasperated laugh. I can go without having a husband, but the bag has to be returned to me.

AREA DEWASA 21+ Di dalam sebuah kamar apartemen mewah dan begitu megah dengan fasilitas lengkap, seorang wanita tengah memandang keluar dari jendela menatap butiran air hujan yang membasahi kaca. Ia termenung sesekali menghela nafas seolah tengah memikirkan sesuatu. Tok... Tok... Tok.... Lamunannya terhenti kala terdengar suara ketukan pintu. ia bergegas berlari ke arah sumber suara. Clek... Dengan gembiranya wanita bernama Sofia Andaresta 27 tahun itu membuka pintu, tampak seorang laki-laki berusia 30 tahunan langsung memeluknya. "Aku merindukanmu!" "Aku merindukan tubuhmu" Bisik pria itu di kuping Sofia, membuatnya sedikit geli. *** Penasaran dengan Kelanjutannya? yuk Lanjut di baca...

I got back from a six month work trip and found my pet hamster dead. I couldn't just bury it. I wanted to preserve it, keep it whole. But when I carefully opened it up, I went still. Its lungs were pitch black. That kind of damage couldn't happen fast. It meant months of breathing toxic smoke. But my husband and I never smoked. So who'd been living in my house while I was gone?

On the day we chose our college majors, the influencer who was the school's heartthrob held a livestream and announced that he had decided to lead the anti-rat-race movement and would choose to attend a vocational college. The whole class followed him. Seeing the rapidly increasing number of followers, he smiled smugly. "They can do these low-class jobs if they like. I'll change my choice back to Harvard University at the last minute." I tried to dissuade him, but this would cause network congestion. My girlfriend slapped me. "You nerd! Who are you to tell our idol, Zach Simpson, what to do?" In my previous life, I spent half an hour dissuading them, and only then did the students change their college choices. However, Zach failed to change his application due to network lag and was admitted to a vocational college instead. He could not bear the blow and jumped into the river to commit suicide. The students who had entered prestigious universities collectively vented their anger on me. At the class reunion, they poured 99 bottles of beer down my throat and locked me in the karaoke's freezer. "Who cares about the prestige of a prestigious university? You'll just be working for someone else after graduation anyway!" "Why did we follow Zach in the first place? Wasn't it to break this damn rule?" "Zach was leading us to realize our dreams! If you hadn't interfered, I would already have gone to a vocational college with him!" They spoke disdainfully of prestigious universities, yet not one of them chose to drop out. I froze to death in a dark, cold freezer, my eyes wide open. Years later, they became elites in their respective fields, while my parents could only weep looking at my portrait. When I opened my eyes again, I was back to the day Zach was livestreaming in the classroom. This time, I promised I would not interfere. Instead, I wished them a happy vocational college experience.

At 11:00 pm, I've just locked my car and am about to walk away when rows of bright red comments appear right in front of my eyes. "Warning! Your husband, whom you're still in a 30-day cooling-off period with, wants to kidnap you! He'll take nudes of you while livestreaming the entire process before mutilating you into chunks and flushing you down the sewers!" "Well, this gold digger keeps swindling money from her husband while toying with his feelings relentlessly. Now, she even wants a portion of his assets by getting a divorce from him. Serves her right for being a target of revenge!" I'm left feeling shell-shocked. After all, I'm single as a Pringle. How the heck did I even have a husband, to begin with?

　街頭ビジョンに映るVTuber達に憧れた一人の少女がいた。お世辞にも良いとは言えない彼女の家庭環境では憧れに手を伸ばすことすら叶わない。 　しかし、それは彼女が諦める理由にはならない。家を出て就職し、プライベート全てを憧れに近付くための自己鍛錬に費やした。 いくら彼女に才があろうと努力をしようと両親から逃げ続けている以上は表舞台には上がれないし、憧れ続けたVTuberにもなれない。彼女は最期までVTuberにはなれず、来世を夢見て死んでいった。 　これは、そんな彼女の来世が舞台のシンデレラストーリー。 ※＃〇.５の回は本編に直接的には関わりません。でも、読むとキャラ達のいる世界のことをもっと知れます。

My dormmates are my bullies. When they hear that my father owns a factory, they force me to get them part-time jobs there for the summer. I look down at the wounds they've inflicted on me and smile. They've just served themselves up for slaughter—they've given me the perfect opportunity to get revenge on them. My father's factory isn't as great as they think—it's known for its strange happenings.

My father was hospitalized with a fractured bone. He needed someone to look after him. My wife, Alma, who was also a doctor, said she had to attend the Lancet conference abroad. She claimed it was an event she could not miss. While I was caring for my father, my younger brother, Jack, forwarded a short video to me. “Clyde, you need to look at this video of Alma.” In the video, Alma, who always took great care of her hands, was assembling parts on an assembly line at an electronics factory. I looked up info on who uploaded the photo. It was Tobias Zidel, a male nurse from her department. He captioned the video: [From the operating table to my assembly line. A true woman of all trades!] I resisted the urge to confront her. Instead, I forwarded the video to the department’s group chat. [I wonder how much Dr. Ashford earns per day working at Mr. Zidel’s family factory?] The group chat instantly exploded with messages. The video spread across the entire hospital. Alma bombarded me with frantic phone calls. She demanded that I retract the message. “Come with a written apology on Monday. You will apologize to Mr. Zidel publicly during the meeting!” I hung up decisively. Then, I scheduled an appointment to file for divorce. I did not want a wife like this.