Tantrum Artinya Apa

Seven days before our bonding ceremony, I overheard my mate joking with his friends. He had already moved our bonding from the snowfield altar I chose to the coastside grounds because Lyra liked the sea. But that was not the part that made them fall silent. What shocked them was that he had also prepared a Luna crown for her. One of them laughed nervously. “Changing the bonding site is one thing. Maybe Serena will forgive that. But the Luna crown? That’s different. For a woman, that crown means everything. Aren’t you afraid she’ll leave?” My mate only smiled, calm and certain. “It’s just a crown. Serena won’t care.” “She loves me. When has she ever refused me anything? She’s not going to throw a tantrum over something this small.” And for the first time, I realized he was right about one thing. I had loved him enough to forgive too much. But not anymore. So when the bonding day came and he stood at the coastside grounds calling for me again and again, I only watched the snow fall outside the window and thought: He was right. I did not make a scene. I did not demand an explanation. I just walked away without a word. He thought that meant it was nothing. He would only understand later that a woman who leaves in silence is not giving you another chance—she is leaving you with nothing but regret.

Sebuah kisah tentang seorang lelaki yang ingin menyelamatkan rumah tangganya dari kehancuran. Imej jelek yang melekat di dirinya membuatnya tidak dianggap.Sumando, kata yang berasal dari bahasa Minang ini memiliki arti sebagai menantu laki-laki, tapi ada tambahan Lapiak Buruak, yang artinya tikar yang sudah jelek sekali. Makna dari Sumando Lapiak Buruak adalah suami yang lebih suka menghabiskan waktu di rumah, berleha-leha dengan anak bini. Lelaki yang malas bekerja mencari nafkah demi menghidupi keluarganya.Tersebutlah Syamil Wafiq, nama lelaki itu. Keberadaannya di rumah sang istri tidak begitu dianggap. Dia cenderung tertutup, dan tidak bisa bergaul dengan orang-orang.Hal itu membuat Shanum Diya-istrinya-merasa bak makan buah simalakama. Suaminya menjadi bahan gunjingan dan lama kelamaan, rumah tangganya berada di ujung tanduk. Bagaimanakah kisah ini bergulir? Akankah Syamil bisa menyelamatkan keluarganya?Sumber gambar:Designed by Freepik

"Aku masih menjaga kamu dalam pikiranku AUSTRALIA." Haidar bangun dari tempat tidur. Mengusap wajah dan memandangi dinding kamarnya. Di sana ada brosur pendaftaran magister salah satu universitas di Australia. Sekolah yang menjadi impiannya saat ini. Namun semua itu tidaklah mudah untuk di wujudkan, bertahun-tahun ia dan ibunya berpindah-pindah rumah demi menutupi jati diri mereka. Tinggal di rumah yang reot serta makan dari hasil belas kasihan orang. Semua pekerjaan dilakukan ibunya agar dia bisa sekolah seperti anak-anak Aceh pada umumnya. "Kau anak seorang pejuang. Kakekmu juga seorang pejuang. Jangan ada air mata untuk setiap masalah yang kau hadapi." Kalimat itu yang diulang-ulang ibunya setiap kali Haidar menangis karena ejekan teman sekolah. Terpaan ibunya tiap hari membuat keteguhan hati Haidar menjadi sekuat batu. Sama seperti namanya, Ibnu Haidar. Nama ini dalam bahasa Arab artinya, si Anak Batu.

Bagaimana jika kamu menjadi pelakor untuk merebut suamimu sendiri? Pernikahan karena perjodohan tidak lagi menjadi suatu hal yang mengejutkan. Surat wasiat yang ditulis oleh Hanung membuat dua manusia yang tidak saling mencintai harus menjalin hubungan yang tidak mereka inginkan. Ares dan Rere, harus merasakan untuk terikat satu sama lain selamanya. Hingga pernikahan mereka sudah berjalan 7 tahun. Hanya saja Ares masih terikat dengan masa lalunya. Ares yang memperlihatkan hubungannya dengan wanita dari masa lalu secara terang-terangan di hadapan Rere. Sedangkan Rere, wanita itu hanya bisa memendam rasa sakit dan kekecewaan di hatinya. Hingga ada keinginan di hati Rere merebut Ares untuk menjadi miliknya. Ah entahlah, apakah itu akan berhasil dan membuat Ares menatap ke arahnya, mencintainya sepenuh hati atau itu semua tidak akan berhasil dan tidak ada artinya karena Ares tetap memilih masa lalunya?

My father loved silence. He believed noise was the mark of lesser people, so he installed a decibel meter in our home. Speaking above 40 decibels meant that we would have to pay him 10 dollars, laughing above 60 decibels meant 50 dollars, and crying or throwing a tantrum was a serious offense at 100 dollars per second. The year I turned four, I fell and broke my arm. I did not make a single sound. I bit down so hard that I cracked two teeth, but I saved thousands in noise fees. He praised me for it and called me a "high-value child," one that was worth the investment. I treasured that compliment and observed the rules carefully, keeping the house wrapped in suffocating silence. Then came the stormy night a thief broke in. He had a knife and was creeping toward my mother as she slept, and I watched it all from the gap in the wardrobe where I was hiding. I wanted to scream. I wanted to shriek and wake my father, to do something, anything. However, my eyes drifted to the decibel meter on the wall, and my hand found nothing but an empty pocket. I did not have enough allowance. One scream would cost hundreds, and I simply could not afford it.

On the eve of our wedding, Ellis Stewart threw a tantrum and hurled the wedding ring I had given her. I spent the entire night searching through the icy lake until my numb fingers finally closed around it. When I went to return the ring to her, I overheard her speaking with a close friend. “How many times have you toyed with Jonathan already? “It’s been three years since Gregory’s passing, and you still can’t forget him?” “If Jonathan hadn’t clung to me three years ago, begging me to pick him up, how could Gregory have died in that car accident?” Ellis replied coldly. “He’s the one who killed Gregory. Everything that happened was nothing but his own doing.” My knuckles whitened around the ring, and for an instant, it felt as though all the blood in my body had turned cold. So Ellis had never loved me at all. My unwavering devotion had been nothing more than a crucial piece of her revenge. In silence, I let the ring fall from my hand. Then I pulled out my phone. “Dad, Mom, I’ve figured things out. I agree to the marriage you’ve arranged. Let the wedding be in three days.”

I married Don Matteo in secret. Every time he fucked his childhood sweetheart, he promised me a real wedding，in front of the Five Families. For five years, Matteo promised me ninety-nine times. And ninety-nine times, he left me at the altar. The first time, Cecilia’s prize-winning show cat died. To comfort her, he postponed the wedding for three months. I stood at the altar alone, eyes red, trying to calm down the family elders. The second time, Cecilia threw a tantrum at a casino and shattered a hundred-million-dollar antique vase. He diverted the private jet meant for their wedding and rushed through the night to clean up her mess. And every time, right before our wedding, his childhood sweetheart would have some kind of emergency. I cried. I screamed. I even held a gun to his head. But Matteo would just pin me against the wall and shut me up with a cold, hard kiss. “She’s just a fuck. You are Mrs. Falcone. Have some goddamn class.” After the ninety-ninth time, I was finally done. I slid the papers across the table. The ink was still wet, the Falcone family seal stamped at the bottom. “Our marriage, our alliance—it’s over.”

During a family dinner, I, Ingrid Sutherland, bring up divorce. My husband, Samuel Ziegler, lets out a cold laugh in exasperation. "Are you mad just because I peeled a banana for Whitney two days ago? I can't believe you're still throwing a tantrum over that now! She's my sister-in-law. What's wrong if I show her a little bit more care?" He did the same thing in my past life. Ever since his older brother, Charles Ziegler, got seriously hurt, Samuel always put me last and prioritized taking care of the supposedly weaker Whitney Lovette. Whenever I voiced my dissatisfaction, he would criticize me while standing on an irrefutable moral high ground. He would say, "Why can't you be more understanding and cut Whitney some slack?" When it was Whitney's birthday, she proposed going on a skiing trip. But then, an avalanche hit us. Samuel protected her the whole time and led her down the mountain. However, he left me to die in the avalanche. It was then I realized that Whitney was not just his sister-in-law, but also the one he loved. When I remain silent, Samuel chuckles derisively. "You'd better not regret it." It's like he's sure I'm just throwing a tantrum. In one fluid movement, he glides a pen across the bottom of the page, confident and composed. But this time, I'm really giving up on him for good.

The first thing I did after being reborn was add penicillin, a drug the patient was severely allergic to, into his pre-surgery medication administration record. The hospital leadership exploded. “Have you lost your mind?” “Are you trying to kill the patient?” I smiled as I accepted the suspension notice they handed me. In my previous life, I had been the lead cardiac surgeon for this operation. Back then, I refused a request from my wife, Shannon Wright, whose childhood friend, Jonah Hill, wanted to use my patient as ‘practice’ during the surgery. Right there in, Shannon threw a tantrum and demanded a divorce. In the chaos, she ripped out the patient’s blood transfusion line and even knocked over the blood bags, causing the wealthy patient to die on the table. However, they pinned the entire medical malpractice scandal on me. With the security footage wiped clean, I was sentenced to death in the end. My parents sold everything they owned and gathered eight million dollars. They gave the money to Shannon, begging her to hire a lawyer and help overturn my case. Instead, she told them that she and Jonah had been having an affair. From the very beginning, I had only been their scapegoat. The shock shattered my parents. While driving home in a daze, they lost control of the car and plunged off an overpass bridge. Both of them died on the spot. Now, when I opened my eyes again, I had returned to the very day of that wealthy patient’s surgery.

"Kalau kamu sangat membenciku, kenapa kamu berusaha menikahiku, bahkan berjuang mendapatkan hatiku?" tanya Griceliene Albert, putri tunggal keluarga Marques Albert.  Wajah cantiknya kini tampak layu penuh kepedihan, pipinya yang dulu chubby berubah menjadi cekung.  Griceliene, yang dulunya dikenal sebagai wanita tercantik di Kekaisaran Utara, kini bagaikan bunga yang layu hampir mati. Tubuhnya yang kurus seolah tak berdaya tersapu angin.  Hidupnya berubah drastis setelah Kaisar Devone Lorens—yang tak lain paman suaminya—meninggal dunia akibat pemberontakan, dan keluarganya dieksekusi. Yang lebih parah lagi, orang yang mengeksekusi kedua orang tuanya adalah suaminya sendiri, tepat di hadapannya dan di depan seluruh rakyat Kekaisaran Utara.  Duke Camille Lorens membalas pertanyaan istrinya dengan tawa penuh penghinaan. Ia mencengkram dagu Griceliene dengan kasar.  "Artinya kamu kalah, karena aku berhasil merebut hatimu. Griceliene, semua ini baru permulaan. Penderitaanmu yang sesungguhnya akan segera menantimu," ucap Camille sebelum mengunci pintu loteng, tempat Griceliene dikurung selama ini.