Thanks For The Memories

After three years of secretly dating my boyfriend, I finally called my mom. "Mom, I've decided—I'm coming home to run the family business." She practically squealed through the phone. "That's such good news! But... what about your boyfriend?" I stood at the door, took a breath, and said, "Don't worry. In ten days, he's history."

"Satu...Dua...Tiga...Em...".Hitungan Olin berhenti seiring dengan telunjuknya yang ia biarkan mengudara di atas langit yang mendung. Dia sedang menghitung bintang yang masih bertahan digelapnya awan, sesekali terdengar suara isak tangis yang coba ia tahan, bintangnya satu-persatu menghilang tertutup awan gelap di atas langit sana.Airmatanyapun mengalir tanpa bisa ia cegah, bertepatan pada hitungan terakhir pada bintang yang masih bertahan.Hujan yang turun seolah ingin menemani airmatanya agar tidak terlihat banyak orang.

Aku hanya mencoba mengikuti orangtuaku dan segala aturannya yang membuatku bisa hidup damai sampai 13 tahun ini. Hingga akhirnya kau bertemu dengan seseorang, membuka semua hal yang tak pernah kudapatkan. Pertemanan, status sosial, dan cinta. Tiba tiba aku mengingat anak laki-laki itu, satu-satunya yang memberiku warna dan kehangatan yang nyaman. Meski begitu, aku tidak bisa mengingat siapa bocah itu. Kapan? Dimana? Ingatanku seperti menghilang. Apa yang sebenarnya terjadi pada masa lalu?

By the second year of my marriage to Quentin Lambert, we had a son. Fast forward five years, and I was basically a human cookbook, agonizing over every pinch of salt like it was rocket science. One night, Quentin tossed out, "Too much salt." And our son? He didn't even blink—he dumped the whole pot down the drain right in front of me. That's when it hit me—pure exhaustion, like a tidal wave. I told Quentin I wanted a divorce. He didn't even bother looking up. "Is that really necessary?" I nodded, my voice flat. "It is."

On the day we were supposed to get our marriage license, Michael Robertson ghosted. I sat outside the County Clerk's Office for hours. Instead of him, I got a pic from his secretary, Kallie Clunt. She was in his lap, arms wrapped around him, making out like it was the hottest scene in a drama. [Sorry, Elsa. Michael said he had to comfort my broken heart. You don't mind, do you?] When I asked him about it, he just looked annoyed. "She gave me blood once. What's the big deal if I hang out with her? Can't you be a little more understanding?" My stomach dropped. I turned away and called his older brother. "Leon, do you still want to marry me?"

A writer once said, "We don't need down jackets in summer, fans in winter, and attention after we're disappointed." After the breakup, I became happy and even found myself. Thanks for letting me go. This is a series of stories after breakups. A relationship may not necessarily make people happier, but a breakup will definitely do it. “Seven Ear Piercings” I had a secret relationship with my stepmother's son. When we broke up, it became particularly unpleasant. One day, he got drunk and intercepted me in the bathroom. He said, "I'm a masochist. We'll torment each other until our hair turns grey. What can you do to me?" “Blind Date With an Undercover Cop” I never expected to meet him again. The last time I saw him, he was a clumsy barista who messed up my order nine times in a row. I felt sorry for him, so I tried to crack a joke. "Hey, are you an undercover cop?" He looked startled and denied it quickly. But as soon as I left the cafe, he locked the door and disappeared. Later on, we ran into each other again. He stopped me and said, "You're under arrest, because you have stolen my heart, darling."

Step siblings, Kiro and Fhey, grew up together with a happy childhood. Until they turned 10, where everything went wrong. They had to be separated and never saw each other again. Years passed and the two meet again. But things weren't the same. The inseparable became estranged. And the truth finally started to unfold.

This Thanksgiving, Elmer Fuller finally agrees to go on a trip with me. But when I wake up in the hotel, I don't see him anywhere. I spend the entire day desperately searching for him, only to stumble across a social media post from his first love. It's a selfie of her and Elmer having a cozy family dinner with her parents. The caption reads, "Someone's finally meeting the parents on Thanksgiving night. Mom and Dad can stop pressuring me to get married now!" Around her neck is the scarf my mother knitted for me before she passed. I left a comment. "Stop using my things to flirt with my husband. Take the scarf off—you can have him." Not long after, she posts an update. The scarf is shredded into pieces and tossed into a dog bed, with the caption, "What trash—too filthy even for a dog!" Elmer likes the post.

Love they say is a beautiful thing but when the love of Ethan's is life is being taken away by this action, he can't stop himself from hating him. Deceit, lies, love, lust, fake life and memories lost. Nuella is stuck with two mafia gang will she ever remember her one true love or will she be stucked with the man that claims to be her husband. Find out in the story of her Memories.

Azra membuat keslahan yang bodoh 10 tahun lalu. Kesalahan yang membuatnya menjauh dari orang yang amat penting baginya. Karena egonya, dia bahkan semakin menjauh terjatuh dalam jurang yang digalinya sendiri. Icha, yang lelah mencari jawaban atas sikap Azra, kini telah pasrah. Bukan karena kalah. Bukan juga karrena sudah Move On, nyatanya, Move On nggak sekeren yang orang-orang ceritakan di dalam novel yang sering dia baca. Kini dia dan Azra bertemu kembali. Bisakah mereka memperbaiki semuanya? Sempatkah? Apakah perasaan mereka masih sama meskipun sepuluh tahun telah terlewat?