Poke Emoji

Are you in for some mind-boggling story that will poke your curiosity? The story will allow you to feel a strong emotion reflecting an intense desire or boundless enthusiasm and willingness to suffer for what your heart desires and what you truly love. This story will change your perception of the real meaning of love. Dylan and Aria will teach us the valuable lesson that sometimes the sacrifice of love costs too much to bear by yourself.

"Fine!" I acquiescently cave in. "He better keeps his eyes off of you, or I'll poke his eyeballs out of its socket!" I grumbled exasperatedly. She just shook her head again in disbelief. It seems like it's becoming her habit soon. After a few minutes, he came back, and he barely glances to her side which made me happy. That guy is not stupid after all. I know, I am very possessive, but I'm just protecting what's mine. Whatever is mine, is mine alone, and sharing is not on my vocabulary. Deceitful Lies, Betrayal, Revenge, all in the name of Love. Will they both find their happy-ever-after?

She is a Lady, but she spews profanities like they were made for her. She is what you would call....A F*cking Lady. ....••••••.... Zylith Sanders was a mundane teenager until one-day she was sucked into a wash basin and somehow ridiculously ended up in a feudal world without her beloved games and movies. To make matters worse, she was sold off by slave traders to the horrid Noble house of Ronales as a petty maid. But that was not the end of her worries, Dear Zylith, the feminist had a long struggle ahead of her when she meets the mighty King of this feudal kingdom and becomes his pretend consort. With a king that likes to poke deadly humor at her, and a bamby girl who wanted nothing to do with the ancients. How will the poor teenage feminist cope with only her sarcastic mouth to rely on! Just dive in and read on to find out Zylith Sander's romantic plight.

Two months after I died, it finally occurred to my parents that they'd forgotten to bring me back from their trip. My father scowled in frustration. "She was supposed to walk back herself. Does she really need to make such a big deal out of it?" My brother, ever smug, opened our chat and sent an emoji, along with a message. [You'd better die out there. That way, Scarlett and I will split Grandma's inheritance.] He received no reply. With a frosty expression, my mother said, "Tell her if she shows up for her grandmother's birthday on time, I'll let the whole pushing-Scarlett-into-the-water thing go." They never believed I hadn't made it out of those woods. After digging six feet into the ground, they finally found my bones deep in the forest.

Três meses antes do casamento, meu namorado postou no Instagram a certidão de casamento dele com minha irmã adotiva, junto com fotos da barriga de grávida dela. A legenda dizia: [Finalmente demos as boas-vindas ao nosso pequeno, dentro da lei.] Minha irmã comentou com um emoji de vergonha. Minha mãe até curtiu e escreveu: [Quando o bebê nascer, eu cuido dele para vocês aproveitarem o romance de vocês.] Não aguentei e comentei um ponto de interrogação. No mesmo instante, fui bombardeada com mensagens furiosas dele: [É só um casamento de um ano pra ajudar ela! Depois que o bebê nascer, eu volto pra você, pra que tanta pressa?]

Di tahun ketujuh pernikahan kami, Jefry Marson tampak kembali jatuh cinta. Dia daftar di tempat gym dan sangat memperhatikan bentuk tubuhnya. Saat aku sedang mengikat dasinya, Jefry tiba-tiba ingin mengganti dasi berwarna kotak merah. Dia bilang, "Aku tiba-tiba mulai menyukai warna yang lebih cerah." Saat membalas pesanku, Jefry yang serius tembek mengirimiku emoji yang imut, lalu segera dihapus. Namun, dia tetap pulang tepat waktu, membawakanku bunga dan memasak untukku setiap hari. Aku mencela diri sendiri karena pikiran konyolku. Jefry sangat mencintaiku, mana mungkin dia selingkuh? Kebetulan suatu hari, aku menemukan kamera dashboard. Jefry dan muridnya sedang berpelukan dan saling bermesraan di dalam mobil. Aku pernah bertemu gadis itu, dia pernah makan di rumah dan memanggilku Bu Melda.

Dalawang buwan ng mamatay ako, napagtanto ng mga magulang ko na nakalimutan nila akong iuwi mula sa lakad nila. Naiinis na sumimangot at sumigaw ang ama ko. “Dapat siyang maglakad mag-isa mismo. Kailangan ba niya talaga itong palakihin?” Ang kapatid ko, na mayabang, ay binuksan ang chat namin at nagpadala ng emoji, kasama ng message. [Mamatay ka na dyan. Sa ganitong paraan. Kami ni Scarlet ang maghahati sa pamana ni Lola.] Wala siyang natanggap na sagot. Habang malamig ang ekspresyon, nagsalita ang nanay ko, “Sabihin mo sa kanya na kapag nagpakita siya sa kaarawan ng lola niya sa tamang oras, hahayaan ko na ang pagtulak niya kay Scarlet sa tubig.” Hindi sila naniniwala na hindi ako nakaalis ng gubat. Matapos maghukay ng malalim, nakita nila sawakas ang mga buto ko.

At three in the morning, I stare at the unknown transaction record on my phone screen, my fingertips turning cold. The record is for a payment of 2980 dollars, made for an executive suite at the Wisteria. The time of payment was 8:00 pm last night. My husband, Tristan Griffin, is a detective. He was on the night shift last night. I clutch my phone, my knuckles turning white as I text Tristan, "I just saw your credit card bill for a hotel stay last night. What's up with that?" His reply is instant. "Our team had to work overtime at the last minute, so they put us up at the hotel. I forgot to tell you about it." I scan the text and sputter. The Wisteria is located in the western region of the city, which is on the other end from where his squad is stationed. I don't press him for more details and click on the bank app on my phone. Having found the vendor's address through the payment record, I sent it to my best friend, Rowena Sheffield, who works as a private detective. She replies instantly with an "OK" emoji and follows up with, "Give me a second. I'll find out everything you want in a jiffy!"

Tiga bulan sebelum menikah, pacarku memposting di instagram sebuah foto dirinya bersama adik angkatku. Foto itu menunjukkan surat pernikahan mereka dan potret kehamilan adik angkatku. Caption yang dituliskan, [Resmi menyambut kehidupan kecil kami.] Adik angkatku meninggalkan komentar dengan emoji malu-malu. Ibuku memberi tanda suka pada unggahan itu dan menambahkan komentar, [Aku akan menjaga anak itu setelah lahir. Kalian berdua tenang saja menikmati hidup berdua.] Aku tidak bisa menahan diri dan hanya meninggalkan tanda tanya sebagai komentar. Detik berikutnya, pacarku langsung memarahiku habis-habisan. [Dia hanya meminjam status pernikahan denganku selama satu tahun. Setelah anak lahir, aku akan kembali padamu.] [Jangan pelit begitu. Ibu juga sudah bilang, kamu baru boleh menikahiku setelah melahirkan anak laki-laki. Jadi, kita adakan pernikahan dulu, baru urus akta nikah nanti..] Aku hanya menjawab dengan datar, "Oh." Setelah itu, aku menghapus semua unggahan di media sosial yang berkaitan dengannya. Sebagai gantinya, aku memposting hal baru, [Butuh calon pengantin pria. Siapa yang mau menikah denganku?]

Saat suamiku sedang ikut acara berkemah dari kantor, asisten perempuannya tiba-tiba mengunggah sebuah postingan: "Pembagian tenda lewat undian, siapa sangka aku malah setenda dengan bosku yang tampan!" Dalam foto itu, dia sedang berswafoto menghadap kamera, sementara di belakangnya ada seorang pria yang sedang melepas bajunya— dan itu adalah suamiku. Ada yang berkomentar: "Hati-hati ya, cowok dan cewek berduaan di satu tenda, bisa berbahaya ...." Asisten itu langsung membalas dengan emoji tertawa jahil sambil menulis: "Memang aku suka yang menantang." Aku sempat memberikan 'like', tetapi tidak lama kemudian, postingan itu dihapus. Tak lama, suamiku menelepon lewat panggilan video. Di depan asisten perempuan yang sedang menangis dan beberapa rekan kerja lainnya, dia langsung marah padaku: "Kamu kok suka lebay sih? Ini 'kan cuma permainan sederhana, nggak bisa santai saja?" Melihat dia memeluk asisten itu sambil menenangkannya dengan lembut, aku pun menutup telepon tanpa berkata apa-apa lagi. Ini sudah tahun ke-10 aku mencintai Kemal Sentanu. Namun, saat ini juga, aku memutuskan untuk melepaskannya.