Sofa Tunggu

Terry Walter, adalah seorang pria yang rela miskin dan meninggalkan kehidupan mewahnya demi menikahi wanita yang ia cintai. Namun, sang istri malah selingkuh dengan pria lain. Selain itu, Istrinya meminta cerai dan meninggalkannya demi selingkuhannya. Disaat dirinya terpuruk, keluarga yang sudah membuangnya datang kembali pada Terry dan memintanya kembali ke rumah. Namun, Terry yang sakit hati  dengan kejadian di masa lalu tentu menolak tawaran itu. Disisi lain, Daniel yang merupakan musuh ayahnya menawarkan padanya untuk menjadi ahli warisnya. Ia berjanji akan membantu Terry membalas dendam, baik pada mantan istrinya, selingkuhan mantan istrinya maupun keluarganya, terutama ayahnya! Apakah Terry akan menerima tawaran itu? Lalu bagaimana perubahan drastis yang akan Terry lakukan demi membalas dendam pada orang orang yang sudah menyakitinya di masa lalu? “Aku akan pastikan kalian hancur dan meminta belas kasihan dariku saat aku sudah sukses!  Hina aku sepuasnya untuk sekarang. Namun tunggu pembalasan dariku. Aku akan membalasnya seratus kali lipat lebih menyakitkan dari yang kalian lakukan padaku!” Kata Terry.

On April Fool’s Day, my CEO husband cut out my heart to save his childhood sweetheart's son. After the surgery, he tossed me into a cold rental apartment, where I died in agony. Three days after my death, my five-year-old daughter played in the room as usual. Walking by the sofa, she wrinkled her little nose and mumbled, "Mommy, there's a weird smell in here." She touched my face and murmured, "Mommy, are you pretending to be Snow White? Why are you so pale?" She shook my arm harder and raised her voice, "Mommy, it's my birthday today—get up and blow out the candles!" Confused, she picked up the phone and called her father. “Daddy, did I make Mommy mad? I lit the candles, but no matter how much I call her, she won’t wake up.” On the other end of the call, Patrick Hart’s voice was cold and impatient. “What could possibly be wrong with her? She’s just pretending to be asleep for sympathy. It’s Johnny’s birthday, I’m busy. Don’t bother me! Tell your melodramatic mother to stop playing her little tricks. I don't have time to humor her." My daughter removed the candle from her bun, pinched off a piece of the bun, and fed it to me. "Mommy, I made a secret wish… I really wish you could hold me again, just like before."

Pada malam hari jadi pernikahan kami yang keenam, aku tersipu dan menghindari ciuman panas suamiku, Arga, lalu mendorongnya untuk meraih pengaman di meja samping tempat tidur. Di dalamnya, ada kejutan yang aku siapkan, alat tes kehamilan yang menunjukkan hasil positif. Aku membayangkan senyum seperti apa yang akan dia tunjukkan saat menemukannya. Namun, tepat saat dia hendak meraih laci, ponselnya berdering. Suara sahabatnya, Omar, terdengar dari gagang telepon, berbicara dalam bahasa Jerman. “Pak Arga, semalam bagaimana rasanya? Apa sofa erotis baru dari perusahaan kita nyaman?” Arga terkekeh pelan dan menjawab dalam bahasa Jerman, “Fungsi pijatnya berfungsi dengan baik, jadi aku tidak perlu memijat punggung Hanna lagi.” Dia masih memelukku erat, tapi tatapannya seolah menembusku, menatap seseorang yang lain. “Hanya kita berdua yang tahu tentang ini. Kalau istriku tahu aku tidur dengan adiknya, mampus aku.” Hatiku serasa ditusuk dengan keras. Mereka tidak tahu kalau aku mengambil mata kuliah minor Bahasa Jerman di perguruan tinggi, jadi aku mengerti setiap katanya. Aku memaksakan diri untuk tetap tenang, tetapi tanganku yang melingkari lehernya sedikit gemetar. Saat itu, aku akhirnya memutuskan untuk menerima undangan dari proyek penelitian internasional. Tiga hari kemudian, aku akan lenyap sepenuhnya dari dunia Arga.

"Lalu kamu mau sampai kapan hidup seperti ini? Dikeluarkan dari kampus, dipanggil polisi karena tawuran, dilaporkan karena menabrak kendaraan dalam kondisi mabuk?" "Oma ... aku masih muda. Aku masih pengin hidup bebas, jalanin hidupku sendiri!" Regita merengek. Suaranya mulai pecah, tubuhnya gemetar menahan gejolak dalam dada. Menikah bukan keinginannya. Pernikahan orangtuanya yang berantakan, menyisakan trauma untuk Regita. "Cukup!" potong Oma dingin. "Semuanya sudah Oma bicarakan pada keluarga calon suamimu. Lamaran akan dilakukan hari Sabtu ini dan menikah secepatnya di Minggu depan." "Omaaaa—!" Regita menjerit frustasi, melempar bantal sofa ke lantai. Regita terdiam dalam tangis yang tertahan. Sekuat apa pun ia ingin melawan, ia tahu hidupnya masih bergantung pada sang Oma. Rumah tinggal, biaya hidup, bahkan nama keluarganya. "Kalau kamu tetap menolak." Suara Oma kembali terdengar, pelan tapi menusuk. "Mulai besok, kamu silakan cari tempat tinggal sendiri. Uang sakumu, makan, fasilitas, dan semua yang kamu gunakan, akan Oma cabut." Regita terdiam. Sang Oma sedang tidak main-main. "Bereskan dirimu. Jangan buat hal memalukan lebih besar lagi. Berhenti main-main dan kamu harus berubah!" Menikah? Satu hal yang tidak pernah masuk ke dalam harapan Regita, tapi justru akan menjadi kenyataan yang tidak bisa ia hindarkan.

By the time I got home from my business trip, it was already past midnight—and my husband wasn't there. A woman's blouse lay on the sofa. It wasn't mine. I called him. He said he was working late at the office. I didn't bother with pretense. "Whose blouse is on the sofa?" His tone was light and casual. "Who else would it be? It's obviously a gift for you. Try it on." Suspicious, I picked it up and held it against myself. The blouse was clearly one size too small. "Honey, this is a size S. I always wear M." My husband owns a clothing company. He handles all my clothes. He's even used my measurements to design women's wear. There's no way he doesn't know my size. On the phone, he froze for half a second, then spoke as if piecing something together. "This is a new women's line I'm launching. I ordered custom pieces for you and my sister. I must've grabbed the wrong one. I'll switch it tomorrow." A moment later, his voice softened with exhaustion. "Babe, you've been gone for days. Without you, I feel so tired… I miss you so much…" It was already late into the night. Hearing him sound vulnerable—something he rarely did—made my chest tighten. I blamed myself for overthinking. But the moment I hung up, realization struck. His sister has the same build as me. She always wears size M.

“Aku mau pindah,” kata Aira suatu malam. Arsen hanya tersenyum, seolah itu keputusan paling wajar di dunia. “Kalau gitu, aku ikut.” Mereka sudah hidup bersama sejak kuliah. Berbagi ruang, waktu, dan kebiasaan kecil yang tanpa sadar berubah menjadi kebutuhan. Saling bergantung, saling menjaga, tanpa pernah berani menyentuh satu batas yang terlalu berisiko untuk dilanggar, yaitu perasaan. Hingga suatu hari, Arsen mendengar rumor bahwa Aira menyukai seseorang. “Bener?” tanyanya, setenang mungkin. Aira mengangguk. Ia mengakui perasaannya, tapi saat Arsen bertanya lebih jauh, ia memilih diam. Bukan karena tak ingin jujur, melainkan karena nama yang ingin ia sebut adalah milik Arsen sendiri. Namun kebungkaman itu justru melahirkan salah paham. Arsen mulai percaya bahwa pria yang disukai Aira adalah Adrian, manajernya. Dari satu kesalahpahaman kecil, jarak pelan-pelan tercipta di antara mereka, meski keduanya masih berdiri di tempat yang sama. Karena sejak awal, mereka sama-sama tahu, rumah itu selalu ada di samping. Lantas, jika mereka sama-sama saling mencintai, apa lagi yang sebenarnya mereka tunggu? Ikuti akun sosmed IG @hana_ryuuga untuk update novel

Setelah mendengar kabar dari pasukan bahwa kakak kembar suamiku gugur dalam sebuah misi, kakak ipar yang baru ditinggal suaminya itu sangat terpukul hingga pingsan. Saat sadar kembali, dia kehilangan ingatannya. Tangannya menggenggam erat tangan suamiku dan tidak mau melepaskannya. Hanya karena dokter mengatakan, “Pasien tidak boleh menerima guncangan.” Suamiku dan ibu mertua pun membujukku agar ikut dia bersandiwara. Setiap kali aku menyinggung soal itu, mereka berdua selalu menjawab, “Tunggu aja sampai kakak iparmu pulih kembali ingatannya!” Maka dari itu, aku hanya bisa memandangi suamiku sendiri tinggal dan makan bersama kakak iparnya dengan mataku sendiri. Bahkan putri kami pun hanya bisa melihat anak kakak iparku memanggil suamiku sebagai papa di hadapannya. Sampai suatu ketika, putriku demam tinggi dan tak kunjung sadar. Aku memohon padanya untuk mengantarkan kami ke rumah sakit. Dan yang tidak kusangka, kakak ipar justru marah besar karena hal ini. Dia menangis sambil mengancam bunuh diri. Pada saat tarik menarik pertikaian mereka, sebilah gunting itu malah menancap ke jantungku. Saat kembali membuka mata, aku mendapati diriku telah kembali ke hari ketika suamiku memutuskan untuk menjadi suami pengganti bagi kakak iparnya.

` It was a cool, breezy and stormy night. Rain came down in sheets, as a dark figure stood before a house. The house was pretty ordinary, white with blue shutters; it didn't have more than two bedrooms. It looked like a cozy little family home with flowers and shrubs lining the front lawn, and then the smell from the pellet stove smoke invaded his nostrils. He took a deep breath and pulled out an old, rusted compass from his black trench coat. It looked like it could have been from the 14th century, the small, brass disc was dented and the Victorian designs were faded. He studied it as it pointed east, towards the small house. He looked the house over carefully, looking for the best entrance, before proceeding towards the side to gaze into the window. Inside you can see the small kitchen; the brand new, all black appliances off set the linoleum floor. Cabinets filled almost every wall of the small space that made it look more crowded than it should have been. The kitchen opened to a larger room which seemed to be used as a living room and a dining room all at once. The whole house looked crowded, with the furniture in the living room all touching except for a small gap to walk through and the dining room was so close to the sofa, it could have been sitting on it. He stepped back into the shadows as he watched a young couple enter the kitchen. The wife was tall and slender, had strawberry blond hair formed around her face accenting her jaw-line and her deep blue eyes stopped your heart as you got lost in them. Her fair complexion was silky and complimented her soft face.

He was the strictest Dom, he loved to control women. She was a free bird and didn't want anybody to control her. He was into BDSM stuff and she despised it with all her heart. He was looking for a challenging submissive and she was a perfect match but this girl wasn't ready to accept his offer since she lived her life without any rules and regulations. She wanted to fly high like a free bird without any limitations. He had this burning desire to control her because she could be a perfect choice but she was a tough nut to crack. He was getting crazy to make her his submissive, controlling her mind, soul and body. Will their fate fulfil his desire to control her? Or will this desire transform into the desire of making her his? To get your answers dive into the heartwarming and intense journey of the hottest and strictest Master you will ever find and his innocent little butterfly. *** "Fuck you and get the hell out of my cafe if you don't want me to kick your ass." He frowned and dragged me to the backside of the cafe by seizing my wrist. Then he pushed me into the party hall and hurriedly locked the door. "What the fuck do you think of yourself? You," "Shut up." He roared, cutting my words. He grabbed my wrist again and dragged me to the sofa. He sat down and then, with a swift motion he yanked me down and bent me over his lap. He pinned me against the sofa by pressing his hand on my back and locked my legs between his. What is he doing? Chills rushed down my spine.

"Do not dare to act like my wife..."He grabbed her forearm and hushed dangerously into her ear. Cold shiver ran through her veins as she closed her eyes to let the forming tears cascade down her eyes. "But..I am your wife."she stuttered. "Yeah a wife who took her sister's place to dig on my money, Rain Anderson."He jerked her with such force that she stumbled and fell on the sofa behind her. She squeezed shut her eyes and let the remaining moisture release her eye sockets. She had suffered his insults and abuses for long two years for a promise which she gave to her parents and sake of the holy vows she took with him but finally her last string of patience broke. She couldn't let him play with her self respect. She wiped her tear stricken face and stood up to match his level.It was the time when she must face him to save their marriage and give him a taste of his own medicine if she wanted to get her love and self respect back. "Its Mrs. Rain Blackwood,Mr. Nicholas Blackwood now whose bitch of a sister and your fiancee ran away on the day of your marriage with her boyfriend and I had to take her place to save our families' reputation.So, better you keept it in your mind before judging my character. "She breathed out and left her husband, Nicholas Blackwood in complete shock. He stood there like a stone statue as it was the first time she rose against his tortures.