Story Telling Roro Jonggrang

“Dalam kegelapan.. sosok seorang putra..dendam dan lara menutup kedua matanya. Dia terjerumus sebagai manusia...dan bangkit menjadi legenda.” Dia terlahir buta, oleh ayahnya, Raja Samudra. Ia diberikan nama Manggala Samudra. Manggala kecil lolos dari pembunuhan. Perintah pembunuhan yang langsung diberikan oleh permaisuri Raja Samudra.. Takdir kemudian membawa Manggala bertemu dengan Penguasa Sungai Ular, Raja Siluman Ular Putih yang kemudian mengangkatnya sebagai murid. Dengan kesaktian yang dimilikinya, Manggala melanglang buana memberantas keangkara murkaan hingga kemudian dia dikenal dengan nama SI BUTA DARI SUNGAI ULAR. Nah, Bagaimanakah kisah ini akan berjalan? Mengapa Permaisuri Raja Samudra ingin membunuhnya? Ada rahasia apa sebenarnya dengan diri Manggala? Mampukah Manggala menyingkap tabir tentang jati dirinya? Melibatkan cinta 2 perempuan paling fenomenal di Indonesia (Roro Kidul & Blorong) untuk mendapatkan cinta Manggala. Nantikan semua jawabannya dalam ; SI BUTA DARI SUNGAI ULAR

Hati Karenina Angel hancur setelah menemukan suaminya berselingkuh dengan sahabatnya sendiri. Dengan angkuhnya, Viktor sang suami mengumumkan perceraian mereka di saat itu juga, padahal dialah yang bersalah. Tak bisa menanggung rasa sedihnya sendiri dia melampiaskan kekesalannya dengan mabuk-mabukan dan berakhir ranjang pria asing, yang pelan-pelan diketahuinya sebagai miliarder ternama, David Arkananta Brown. Takut bermasalah dengan pria dingin dan berbahaya itu, Angel melarikan diri. Berminggu-minggu setelah diceraikan Viktor, nasib Angel bergulir bagai gelandangan. Dia tak bisa mendapatkan pekerjaan dimanapun karena fitnah Victor. Harapan satu-satunya bagi Angel adalah pada mantan pengasuhnya, bik Roro. Melalui Bik Roro Angel mendapatkan pekerjaan sebagai pelayan di rumah mewah. Namun, dia dibuat syok saat memulai hari pertamanya sebagai pelayan. Pemilik rumah mewah tempat bekerja adalah milik David Arkananta Brown, Pria yang malam itu mengambil kesuciannya, dan dia tinggalkan tanpa pamit.

As a hopeless romantic and a trusting fool, I never saw it coming. The man who once swore he loved me to the bone ended up in bed with the very girl I had been supporting—a poor, sickly girl who played the part well. He didn’t stop there. He convinced me to donate my kidney to save her, knowing full well it meant losing our unborn child. Together, they wove a twisted plan to rob my family of everything, drowning us in insurmountable debt. In the end, my mother and I had nowhere to turn but the rooftop. The last thing I saw before jumping was a flood of crimson, and the agony that consumed me was unforgettable. Yet, when I opened my eyes again, I was back—ten minutes before I made the fateful decision to help that girl. This time, things will be different.

My college dormmate, who spread nasty rumors about me, sends me an e-invitation. "I'm marrying the richest man in the country and will soon be a trophy wife—I'll be leagues above you. Seeing as we were once dormmates, I'll begrudgingly allow you to be my bridesmaid. Don't miss this chance!" I frown. What is wrong with Jasmine Teach? I'm the country's richest person. When did a man overtake me? I want to block her number and delete the conversation, but I check the e-invitation to be sure. I'm stunned when I see the photo of her husband-to-be. Isn't that Harold Jackson, my husband? He's supposed to be on a business trip. My lips curve in a cold smile, and I type a response while gnashing my teeth. "I'd be honored to be your bridesmaid. I'll prepare a huge surprise for you, too."

The Richie Rich who violated my daughter has gotten off unscathed. He sneers and throws a wad of cash in my face. "I'll show you what people mean when they say money makes the world go round!" In that split second, I want to tear him to pieces.

My mother-in-law was obsessed with picking mushrooms. She said mushroom stew with chicken was incredibly nourishing. She often made it to boost my husband’s health. However, she never let me have any, not even a sip of the broth. Every time, she came up with some excuse to send me out on an errand. If I refused, my husband’s fists and kicks reminded me to obey. So, this time, I obediently went out like always. Even though I just had a miscarriage five days ago and the sun outside was scorching, I had to go.

After the birth of our daughter, my husband left for a dangerous mission. My in-laws' initial joy soured, and they regarded my baby with disdain. Maria, my mother-in-law, was particularly scornful. In a rare show of familial love, my father-in-law Lincoln took my daughter out for a playdate. I thought he had finally grown fond of her, only for him to strike me the moment he returned. "How dare you betray my son! I'll kill you!" "Yes! Beat that loose woman to death together with that brat!" Shifting my gaze from the report on the floor to my furious father-in-law, I pulled out several photos—my naked mother-in-law Maria, caught with another man. "Let's see who the real loose woman is!"

What happens when the tormented female lead in a novel wakes up and decides to get together with the second male lead? Coincidentally enough, I'm transmigrated into the body of this tormented female lead!

I married Mason Fleming, who comes from a prestigious family with a long line of lawyers, at 19. For over 20 years, I devoted myself fully to our home by raising our child, keeping the household together, and supporting his career. Now I'm 40, and he cheats on me. Friends and relatives try to advise me. "Your husband is handsome and successful. He even lets you manage the money he earns. Compared to most men, he's considered one of the good ones." In other words, they want me to turn a blind eye and continue playing the role of a "good wife" to maintain appearances. But I can't keep up with the act anymore.

On the day of my wedding with my girlfriend, I was unexpectedly informed by the hotel that our ceremony had to be postponed by a couple of hours. With no time to notify relatives and friends of the change, I had to rush to the hotel entrance to intercept guests. Upon arriving, I was stopped at the door by security, who told me that a wedding was currently taking place inside. The host's voice could be heard as I saw my girlfriend, wearing a veil, smiling and extending her hand to a man who was half-kneeling. In the audience, all the bride's relatives who were supposed to attend our wedding were seated, clapping and cheering. The man on stage was her dream guy and also my current superior. Seeing me causing a commotion, my girlfriend warned me, "I'm just helping out. Alex is your superior. I'm also doing this to help you. Don't cause any trouble." Just helping out? I had booked the wedding venue, chosen the time, designed the wedding dress, and personally sent out the invitations. How could a wedding be rearranged so suddenly? I looked coldly at the ring box the man was holding. "It seems my taste is quite similar to my yours. If that's the case, this diamond ring is yours, including the wife." My girlfriend finally panicked.