Tank Tog

Setelah mengumumkan pengunduran diri, banyak orang bersorak dan sangat setuju. Hanya pacarku yang terlibat gosip dengan seorang pria bernama Sherwin, seorang musisi jenius yang tidak setuju. Di depan banyak wartawan, pria itu berpura-pura peduli. “Semua ini salah paham. Kak Yonatan adalah musisi berbakat yang tak tergantikan di dunia musik. Aku berharap dia bisa kembali berkarya.” Aku mematikan ponsel dan mengabaikannya. Di kehidupan sebelumnya, karya dan laguku sama persis dengannya. Netizen menyebutku plagiat, bahkan mengutuk seluruh keluargaku. Aku tidak terima dan membuktikan proses pembuatan laguku, tapi tetap saja kalah dengan waktu rilis lagunya. Lagu barunya dirilis sepuluh menit lebih cepat dariku. Hanya karena sepuluh menit itu, netizen mengirimkan karangan bunga dan foto pemakamanku, bahkan ada yang datang ke rumahku untuk menyiram cat. Selama beberapa tahun, perundungan media yang terus-menerus membuatku mengalami depresi. Orang tuaku menghabiskan semua harta mereka untuk membersihkan namaku, tetapi akhirnya mereka dibakar hidup-hidup oleh penggemar fanatik. Pada hari Sherwin memenangkan Golden Melody Awards untuk ciptaan lagunya, aku melompat dari gedung tinggi. Tak kusangka, saat membuka mata lagi, aku terlahir kembali.

Deswita Maharani terperanjat ketika bangun dari tidurnya. Dia merasa asing dengan ranjang yang ditempatinya. Bau parfum asing juga tercium oleh hidungnya. Rani, panggilan wanita cantik itu, dirinya segera menyadari bahwa dia tidak berada di kamarnya. Padahal hari ini adalah hari pernikahannya dengan Azlan Bagaskara. Sebuah tayangan telivisi di depannya membuat netranya terbuka semakin lebar. Rasanya dia tidak percaya seorang Azlan Bagaskara sedang mengucap janji suci dengan seorang wanita, dan itu bukan dirinya. Dimana sebenarnya Rani. Siapakah wanita yang menjadi penggantinya? simak kisahnya dalam Bukan Pernikahanku.

Clara Deolindra selalu bercita-cita untuk pergi merantau ke tempat yang jauh. Dan ketika kesempatan itu datang, tidak mungkin baginya untuk melewatkannya. Clara akhirnya pergi merantau ke Singapura, negara dengan biaya hidup termahal di Asia Tenggara. Tapi siapa sangka ternyata merantau tidak semenyenangkan itu? Clara harus terus menerus berjuang mencari uang bahkan hanya untuk sekedar memenuhi kebutuhannya sehari-hari. Hingga suatu hari, kesempatan itu datang. Clara ditawari untuk menjadi model lingerie dengan bayaran yang sangat tinggi. Namun untuk itu Clara harus memiliki banyak koleksi foto dirinya berbalut pakaian dalam seksi itu! Clara bingung harus meminta tolong kepada siapa? Mungkinkah Ansel, teman serumahnya, bisa membantunya?

Nafisah Kirana pikir rumah tangganya akan tentram jika selalu berusaha menjadi istri seperti yang suaminya inginkan: mandiri dan tidak selalu bergantung padanya. Namun, ia salah! Tanpa sepengetahuan Nafisa, pria itu malah memanjakan mantan pacarnya yang baru menjadi janda. Dia bahkan tak peduli pada anak mereka, hingga Nafisah menyerah dan memilih bercerai. Hanya saja, tanpa diduga, Nafisa bertemu kembali dengan Shaka--cinta pertamanya di sebuah acara sekolah sang putri. Apakah ini takdir? Mengapa mantan Nafisah datang setelah sang suami direbut mantan pacarnya?

My best friend and I married into the same ultra-wealthy family. I married the genius doctor older brother, she married the cold and proud CEO younger brother. On the day of our wedding, Julian Long did not show up. He had gone to help his long-lost love find her missing dog. My grandmother was so upset she had a heart attack. I begged him to come back and save her. He said angrily, “Are you insane, Molly Shane? How could you lie using your only family’s life to drag me back? Sunny’s dog went missing, and I’m helping her look for it. We can have our wedding some other day.” That day, he found her dog, but I lost my grandmother forever. I cried until I passed out. When I woke up, I turned to my bestie. “Evie, I’m getting a divorce. What about you?” My bestie hugged me and wept. “I’m getting a divorce too!” The brothers’ eyes went red with tears when they received the divorce papers.

My husband only lasts a minute each time. As a mature woman in my thirties, I often find myself lying awake at night, feeling like something is missing from my life. That is, until I met a rugged, muscular mechanic while getting my car repaired. Watching his strong muscles flex beneath his tank top awakened a desire I hadn’t felt in a long time. Our brief, intense encounter left me overwhelmed with emotions I couldn’t control. Just as things were about to go too far, I pushed him away, not wanting to make a mistake. But then I discovered that my husband had already been cheating on me with our pregnant neighbor. So, maybe I should just...

A fierce storm erupts on a mountain peak at 25,561 feet, trapping me in the mountain camp under heavy snow. My husband, the leader of the mountain excursion squad, ignores my desperate pleas and hands the last oxygen tank to his beloved true love. "You're a professional climber—you won't die from missing a few breaths," he snaps. "Olivia has always been frail. Without oxygen, she's done for!" I watch as the two of them lean on each other, making their way down the cliffside, and I fall into complete despair. He's already forgotten that my body hasn't been able to survive without oxygen at high altitudes since saving him two years ago.

When my body was being dismembered, my fiance was helping my cousin choose her wedding dress. When he received my distress call, he said with disgust, "I hope you never come back! You can die with the bastard in your womb! Don't ever call me again. The mentioning of your name makes me sick!" After that, he found a body part of me in a water tank on the rooftop of a hotel. He thought it was a prank, so he actually ordered white lilies and candles to be delivered to my doorstep. Only when he found my head buried in the grass under his feet on the day of our wedding did he realize that it wasn't a prank.

The zombie apocalypse had arrived, and pets could transform into guardians to protect their owners—each person was allowed no more than three. My best friend had spent a fortune on three Tibetan mastiffs. The landlord cleared out a fish tank to raise a crocodile. My boyfriend? He had stormed the zoo and dragged a lion home. And me? I only had three stray cats. The eldest was blind, the second one limped, and the youngest had just turned one month old. The moment the apocalypse system announced that pet slots were locked, I knew I was doomed. I tried to hide with my three disabled cats, hoping to survive quietly. Day one of the apocalypse: terrified… Day two: helpless… Day three: my cats sauntered over, tails swishing, carrying some unidentifiable object. "Mama, I bit off all the zombie heads on this street. How's that? Solid enough?" I was rendered speechless.

My boyfriend's one true love, Winnie Lynch, lost a wager on the open seas and she was going to be fed to the tiger sharks in the shark tank soon. As the ship's pirate captain watched, my boyfriend, Hank Smith, yanked me up as I was scrubbing the deck and said, "Winnie is sickly and she can't handle the shock. You're a cleaner who works hard labor every day and has great stamina. You should go in there and hold your breath for five minutes for her." Everyone around us burst out laughing. I wiped the soap bubbles from my hands and sighed helplessly. "Both of you thought this through? You really want me to go?" None of them knew that the two leaders of the pirates who were sitting on the main seats, men who were feared across the open seas, were kids I had trained myself a long time ago!