Novel Tere Liye Bulan

Di pesta ulang tahunnya, Gilena sedang berharap dalam bahasa Jerman di depan kue ulang tahunnya. “Semoga tahun ini Tante Jolin bisa jadi ibuku.” Suami mengelus kepala Gilena sambil tersenyum, lalu berkata, “Keinginanmu akan segera terwujud.” Aku tercengang, kue di tanganku langsung jatuh ke lantai. Suami bertanya dengan penuh perhatian, “Kau kenapa?” Aku menggelengkan kepala dan jawab sambil tersenyum, “Tanganku licin.” Hanya aku sendiri yang tahu, aku panik karena mengerti bahasa Jerman, sampai-sampai kue pun terjatuh dari tanganku.

Kuntento na si Annabelle na mahalin nang palihim si Cedric, ang boyfriend ng kapatid niya. Ngunit sa gabi ng engagement ni Angelica at Cedric, ay nangyari ang hindi nila inaasahan. Paano nga ba siya nagising sa kwarto kasama si Cedric at pareho pa silang walang saplot?

Ibu mertuaku tidak pernah puas dengan jatah bulanan yang suamiku berikan. Dia menganggap anak lelaki harus berbakti untuk membayar penderitaannya di masa muda dengan membahagiakannya. Aku lelah, tapi meninggalkan suamiku di bawah manipulasi ibunya pun aku tak tega. Lihat saja, akan kubuat suamiku sadar kalau berbakti tidak harus dengan tumpukan materi!

Napilitang pumayag sa kasalang hindi ginusto si Maxine para lang mabayaran ang utang ng ama niyang namayapa. Pinakasalan niya ang apo ng isa sa pinakamayamang tao sa bansa, si Carl Sarmiento na isang magaling na negosyante at babaero na nakukuha lahat ng gusto. Tulad ng ibang arrange marraige ay akala niya magiging maganda ang pagsasama nila ni Carl pero nagkakamali siya. Unang araw palang nila bilang mag-asawa ay pinagbuhatan na siya nito ng kamay at hanggang sa magtuloy-tuloy ito na parang normal na lang dito na saktan siya. Wala siyang magawa kundi umiyak at magtiis dahil kung umalis man siya ay hindi niya alam kung saan siya pupulutin. She's crying and hoping every night that one day her husband will change. Pero hindi lahat ng hiling ay napagbibigyan. As she slowly falling for her husband despite of his attitude she discover something that broke her into pieces. Paano kung ang kasal na pinanghahawakan niya ay hindi pala totoo? Anong gagawin niya gayong mahal na mahal na niya ito? And what if she's dying? Anong gagawin niya upang harapin ang hamon ng buhay ng mag-isa?

Her name was Cathedra. Leave her last name blank, if you will. Where normal people would read, "And they lived happily ever after," at the end of every fairy tale story, she could see something else. Three different things. Three words: Lies, lies, lies. A picture that moves. And a plea: Please tell them the truth. All her life she dedicated herself to becoming a writer and telling the world what was being shown in that moving picture. To expose the lies in the fairy tales everyone in the world has come to know. No one believed her. No one ever did. She was branded as a liar, a freak with too much imagination, and an orphan who only told tall tales to get attention. She was shunned away by society. Loveless. Friendless. As she wrote "The End" to her novels that contained all she knew about the truth inside the fairy tale novels she wrote, she also decided to end her pathetic life and be free from all the burdens she had to bear alone. Instead of dying, she found herself blessed with a second life inside the fairy tale novels she wrote, and living the life she wished she had with the characters she considered as the only friends she had in the world she left behind. Cathedra was happy until she realized that an ominous presence lurks within her stories. One that wanted to kill her to silence the only one who knew the truth.

"ถ้าไม่มีอะไรแล้ว งั้นฉันขอตัว" หญิงสาวพูดขึ้นด้วยสีหน้าท่าทางยังคงนิ่งเฉย ลุกขึ้นจากโซฟาทำท่าจะเดินออกไป แต่... "เดี๋ยว..." เสียงทุ้มเข้มเอ่ยเรียกคนตัวเล็กขึ้นทำให้พราวดาวชะงักเท้า แต่แล้วก็ต้องนิ่งไปกับประโยคต่อมาที่ได้ยิน "...เธอยังไม่ได้จ่ายดอกเบี้ยครั้งสุดท้าย"

Joko gemetar saat melihat pemandangan yang membuat syahwatnya naik. "Aduh juragan putri, jangan lah menggoda saya seperti itu, saya ... tidak tahan!" Akan tetapi nafsu juga yang menang, dan pada saat permainan akan berada di puncaknya, azab sengsara pun datang menyerang. Kuku jari wanita mulai nemusuk menembus kulit punggung Joko, menggores lalu mencabik-cabik dengan liar dan kejam. WANITA REMBULAN TELAH KEMBALI! tapi dia bukan lagi sang putri yang harus cinta seperti dulu, putri rembulan yang ini hanya mengenal satu hasrat, yakni HAUS DARAH! bayangan putih itu meliuk indah, seperti penari. sewaktu tarian berhenti dan bayangan putih mengabur hilang, Agung masih tegang mematung di tempatnya berdiri, sambil menatap terpesona

"Kamu tahu? Terkadang alasan kita berhenti mencintai seseorang bukan karena kita telah membencinya, tetapi karena kita sudah mulai menyadari bahwa mungkin saja seseorang itu akan lebih bahagia ketika kita melepaskannya." Kali ini, airmata sudah lancang turun membasahi pipi Zea Mahia Farhana. Dia tak lagi mampu membendungnya. Niat hati tak ingin menyakiti, tetapi dengan lancangnya pisau itu telah menggores luka di hati seseorang. Jika takdir belum berpihak pada keduanya, maka mustahil cinta itu hadir. Negeri Kinanah menjadi saksi atas perjalanan kisah cintanya. Dia yakin, bahwa takdir tak akan pernah salah mengetuk pintu hati. Dia yakin, pada akhirnya dia hanya akan mencintai dan dicintai oleh lelaki yang telah Allah tetapkan untuknya sejak zaman azali.

Dio, suami dari Silvi tiba-tiba memberikan nafkah berlimpah kepada istrinya. Padahal sesuai pengakuan Dio, ia bekerja hanya sebagai sekuriti. Silvi semakin curiga saat melihat perubahan dari suami dan keluarganya. Ia pun berusaha mencari tahu, ada apa dibalik itu semua.

"You like this, don't you?" His voice was dark velvet, wrapping around me, sinking under my skin. I swallowed hard, refusing to answer, but my body betrayed me-the sharp inhale, the way my lips parted, the way my thighs pressed together. He noticed. Of course, he did. He stepped closer, eliminating the space between us, his heat overwhelming. "Say it." I shook my head, a weak attempt at resistance. His fingers traced up my arm, slow, teasing, until they reached my throat. He didn't squeeze, didn't apply pressure-just let his touch linger there, making me hyperaware of my own racing pulse. "Liar," he murmured. I exhaled sharply. "You're too close." His lips brushed my ear, not quite a kiss, just a whisper of warmth. "And you're not stopping me."