Post It Warna Warni

On the flight to Arlencia, a post popped up: [What's it like to have sex in a wedding dress?] The pic showed a girl yanking some guy's purple tie while he hiked up her gown. His face was blurred, but hers? Straight-up blissed out. Everyone in the comments was swooning over how in love they looked. I didn't swoon. I froze. Because that purple tie? I gave it to Zeke Santoro, my fiancé, a few days ago. And that wedding dress? The exact custom one he had made for me. There was only one. I kept zooming in, heart racing, until I spotted a family photo in the background. My hands were shaking when I called him. "I wanna see the dress," I said. He hesitated. "It's at the studio getting final touches. Not with me right now. I'll show it to you later." I just smiled and hung up. That was all I needed. Zeke cheated—and the girl? His stepsister, Jella. Total circus. I reopened the post and shot her a DM: [Your wedding dress is stunning. I have the same one.]

Larut malam, aku terbangun karena sebuah pesan yang masuk ke ponselku. Sahabatku mengirimkan sebuah video. Wanita dalam video itu mengenakan gaun tipis yang ketat, melenggokkan pinggulnya dengan anggun, sesekali sedikit membungkuk. Samar-samar terlihat warna ungu dari balik gaunnya. Melihat itu, pikiranku langsung melayang-layang. Hingga diriku melihat celana dalam yang persis di pakai oleh pacarku.

Aku mengutuk tempat ini penuh dengan malapetaka. Tanah akan basah dengan darah. Sungai akan penuh warna merah. Udara akan berbau bangkai. Jeritan para pengkhianat akan terdengar. Kau akan memilih membunuh dirimu sendiri daripada tercekik dengan ketakutan. Hingga garis keturunanku mengambil haknya, kau akan terus takut dengan takdir. NOTE! Cover by Pinterest Edit by Canva

Christine and Mitchell love story. If Army, football stars, surgeons, glamorous actors and models, and honest politicians destroy your ability to suspend disbelief. It is a work in progress with several chapters completed and many more to come. Thanks to everyone the takes the time to read this, and to all of you that still like to dream. Post what you like or don’t like about the story.

It was my 30th birthday, and my husband said he had a surprise for me. However, on the day of my birthday, he was nowhere to be found. I called him countless times, but no one answered. Just as I was about to panic and consider calling the police, I happened to see a post on the social media feed of his female secretary. “A typhoon hit, and my boss was worried about my safety, so he personally took me home. How wonderful! I’ve got a guardian angel for myself!” My anxiety turned to cold calm in an instant. I commented on her post: “Traveling during a typhoon is dangerous. Tell him he doesn’t need to come back.” Not long after I posted the comment, my husband called. “Kelly, I was only concerned about the safety of my subordinate, and yet you’re thinking such vile thoughts. “Birthdays come every year. Missing one won’t kill you!” You were right. Birthdays came every year. But there was no way I would celebrate them with you.

Enjang Wuni Safitri. Seorang janda yang harus berjuang keras menjadi singgle mom untuk dua anaknya. Harinya kemudian jungkir balik penuh warna merah muda ketika seorang sholih yang sukses di usia muda melamarnya. Keputusan menerima Pramudya Dio Pratama seorang pengusaha muda di bidang kuliner membuatnya dilema karena harus memikirkan keturunan keluarga Pratama sementara dirinya terlalu tua untuk mengandung.

Jasmine O’neil, tinggal bersama keluarga kecilnya di Kota Erlangen-Jerman. Ditinggal sang ayah di usia belia, sekarang sudah berumur 16 tahun. Terikat dan terkurung dalam sebuah takdir yang kejam. Dirinya memiliki warna mata langka, warna mata hijau zamrud. Bahkan di keluarganya hanya ada dua orang yang sama. Yaitu Jasmine O'neil dan ayahnya. Sering kali matanya merasakan sensasi aneh, bisa melihat jauh seperti teleskop. Entah ini keajaiban, entah itu kutukan, entah ini dipergunakan untuk apa. Hanya seorang diri merasakan diasingkan, terkucilkan, dan kepedihan karena keanehan ini. Paling kejam lagi ibunya pun mengasingkan Jasmine. Jessica O'neil—sang Ibu menatap penuh kebencian dan muak ketika melihat Jasmine. Beruntungnya memiliki kakak, adik, dan sahabat yang sangat baik dan menyanyanginya. Pada malam hari, dia sering memimpikan hal yang menyeramkan berulang kali. Suatu malam hal itu terjadi lagi, dia dicekik dan di teror sosok misterius. "Kamu! Harus mati!" Terdengar suara berat sangat seram (Bab 1, Wanita Bermata Hijau)

Terlahir kembali menjadi tokoh antagonis? Chlora menyadari bahwa dirinya telah terlahir kembali saat dia berumur tiga tahun. Chlora akui, tidak ada yang salah dengan kehidupannya kali ini. Ia merupakan putri dari Marquess Beasley yang kaya. Tapi, Chlora menyadari bahwa dia terlahir menjadi seorang antagonis dalam novel berjudul 'Bunga dan Cinta'. Sejak saat itu, Chlora tahu apa yang harus ia lakukan, menjauhi kedua tokoh utama, dan sang antagonis yang menghancurkan keluarganya, Virion. Chlora memegang pundak Cithrel. "Tidak apa-apa, Cithrel. Ini memang bukan kesalahanmu. Tapi sayangnya aku tetap tidak menyukai warna rambutmu. Apakah ingin aku beri tahu bagaimana cara agar aku menyukai warna rambutmu?" "Bagaimana caranya, Chlora? Aku tidak ingin kau membenciku!" ucap Cithrel. Tatapan mata Chlora menjadi dingin dan Cithrel terkejut melihat tatapan itu. "Jangan pernah muncul di hadapanku lagi. Jujur saja, aku tidak menyukai kalian semua kecuali Zoey. Aku muak berbicara dengan kalian." Cithrel, Shelia, dan Michael terkejut mendengar hal itu. Chlora tersenyum manis. "Jadi, bisakah kalian pergi, dan jangan muncul lagi di hadapanku?"

3 tahun lalu Hyun Ji kehilangan pria itu. Meninggalkan dirinya berada dalam kegelapan seorang diri. Melewati hari-hari tanpa tujuan, berharap Tuhan segera mengambil nyawanya. Hingga suatu hari, pria itu kembali. Menawarkan Hyun Ji kehidupan yang baru. Kehidupan yang penuh dengan warna & cinta. Sebuah kehidupan yang diimpikannya dimasa lalu. Hanya saja semua sudah terlambat. Hyun Ji tak ingin kembali. Kecuali takdir yang bermain disana.

On the train back home, I found a scathing post online. [My sister-in-law is pushing thirty but isn’t married yet. She comes home all the time. Would you be bothered by it?] The comments were numerous and ran the gamut of opinions. The post got wildly popular, and there was an argument between the poster and commenters. [It’s bad enough that she won’t get married. She wants to stay with us when she’s home. Shouldn’t she feel ashamed? I’m at the end of my rope. She even drank all my lemonade last time she was here. I really hate her. [She has no boundaries. I’ve been wanting to teach her a lesson for ages. I turned her bedroom into my walk-in closet. Let’s see if she can still stay here.] When I got to this point, I closed the post. It was lucky that I bought the house where my parents and brother live. Because of that, I would not be at risk of losing my own room. But when I got out of the train station, I received a text from my mother. [Sweetie, I booked you a hotel room. You don’t have to come home and stay this time.]