Treatment Airin

Airin adalah seorang perempuan yang bekerja sebagai kupu-kupu malam. Dia ingin terlepas dari pekerjaan haramnya. Namun terjebak dalam sebuah pernikahan yang sangat rumit.

'Mau bekerja di perusahaan raksasa manapun. Toh suami kalian hanya karyawan. Tetapi sekecil apapun usaha suamiku, walau hanya penjual cilok. Tetapi dia tetap Bos' ~Airin~

For the sake of my happiness with my boyfriend, I decided to go to the hospital to treat my congenital narrowness. But the attending physician turned out to be my boyfriend's friend—and the treatment plan itself made my face flush and my heart race. "During the course of treatment, there will be a great deal of intimate physical contact. That's unavoidable," he said. "For example, kissing, touching, and…"

Ashely's mom was diagnosed with a very deadly disease that is threatening to take her life. Ashely couldn't watch the only person she had in this world leave her yet again like her dad, Billionaire Alan offered to sponsor the treatment and made sure that Ashely's mom got the necessary treatment only based on being in a contract marriage with Ashley. Will this Contract Marriage be a sham or would it grow into a real love?.

Airin Zafira pengusaha sukses di bidang perhotelan menyimpan masa lalunya yang kelam dengan rapat. Bertahun pun berlalu dan wanita ini kini mempunyai seorang putri yang cantik dan cerdas menjelang dewasa bernama Sandrina Ayu Dewi. Sayangnya Sandrina tumbuh tanpa kasih sayang ibunya yang hangat, gadis itu diasuh oleh neneknya di luar negeri. Ketika gadis itu kembali ke tanah air di suatu malam dia berjumpa dengan seorang pria dewasa yang merupakan awal malapetaka bagi hidup mereka.

This is the story of a dying girl. Gracie. And just like every dying person, she had wishes. Infact she had a bucket list of things she wanted to do before she finally dies. * She had cancer of the blood and bone marrow. Chronic lymphocytic Leukaemia. It develops from a type of white blood cell called B cells and it progresses slowly. Symptoms may not show until maybe years for some patients. Her CLL was aggressive and needed chemotherapy treatment early. But it was a little late for her when they discovered. So wth no early treatment, She had just 5 years to live. The hospital became her home. She was given a room there to live indefinitely. She could still recall her dad’s gloomy face while decorating her room. She eventually recovered a little, just like every other days, she found herself retiring to her former routine. Her chats with him. But when she told him she was sick and was gonna die, he kind of took it differently than she expected. He asked her why. And her reply was probably the last message on their chat till this day. If he blocked her or something, she just doesn't know. she could never find him again on social media. She cried for weeks. He was supposed to be her best friend. She was never gonna make peace with Cancer or resign to fate. No way. Eventually she stopped treatment 2 yrs later when she got her independence. No matter the treatment, she would never be able to live as long as she wants anyway. So why prolong the torture? But that was a difficult decision to make nonetheless because she stopping the treatment meant she'd have to die earlier than 5 years. But she’d rather make peace with that as long as she could do whatever she wanted before dying. ..................... It's all about love, drama, regret.

Benarkah menikah dengan teman sendiri akan jadi sebahagia itu? Bagaimana Raihan yang malang harus kehilangan calon istriya, Zahra, tepat sebelum pernikahan mereka. Dengan segala pertimbangan, Raihan juga harus menerima Airin, sahabat yang sudah bersama selama lebih dari 20 tahun, untuk menjadi istrinya, hanya dalam waktu satu hari. Sebelumnya, mereka pikir mungkin akan mudah hidup bersama orang yang sudah terbiasa bersama sejak lama, namun yang terjadi semuanya di luar rencana dan hanya terasa kekacauan dalam hidup mereka berdua. #SalahSasaran Update tiap Senin dan Jum'at. Enjoy!

I will repay all your bad treatment to me, mas! I will never let it. I will also make you regret everything

During the Thanksgiving holiday, my mother-in-law Mary came to visit us from Ohio. I took her to my husband Liam's new spa in Manhattan, Apropos. We enjoyed a basic facial treatment together, which I had purchased for $9.90 on an e-commerce platform. Right after the treatment, the beautician slapped a high-priced package down in front of us. She glanced at us contemptuously and said: "Do you really think you can enjoy our premium services with a $9.90 coupon?Stop kidding. You two look like you’re here to freeload. A single facial here costs thousands of dollars. This isn’t some free trial for cheapskates like you." I suppressed my anger and said coldly: “We have already paid for the basic treatment. How can you call this taking advantage for free?. Go get your manager.” A flashy woman walked over. Her arms were crossed. She looked down her nose at us. “I’m the Boss lady of this place.You and this old hag are just trying to get something for free, aren’t you? Let me be clear. You're buying this five-thousand-dollar hydration treatment today. Or you're not walking out that door.” A five-thousand-dollar hydration treatment? So this was it. This was why Liam suddenly got into the beauty industry. He didn't open a spa. He opened a scam shop to bankroll his mistress. I was about to call Liam, but she beat me to it, dialing a number. “Darling, you need to get down to the spa, right now. I've got a couple of hicks from the sticks making a scene, trying to get free services!”

At the end of the year, I went to the spa and discovered a stranger had been using my VIP card. When I logged into my personal profile, the last three treatment records were not under my name. The preference section listed specific details about someone else. She was allergic to rose essential oil, preferred lavender, and her heating pad temperature could not exceed 108 degrees Fahrenheit. Her menstrual cycle fell around the 15th of each month, so no waist or abdomen treatments during that time. I stared at the screen, my palms turning cold. Only my husband, Zachary White, knew this password. At the time, he said he needed it to check the balance and renew my membership. I scrolled down and found a system note at the bottom: [Birthday treatment reserved for December 30, prepared according to Ms. Anderson's preferences.] Today was December 30. My phone vibrated. Zachary had sent a message: [Working late tonight. Won't be home.] Familiar laughter drifted from the hallway. Through the glass door, I watched Zachary walk into the adjacent room with his arm around a woman, the beautician hurrying forward to greet them. "Mr. White, we have Ms. Anderson's birthday treatment ready, just as you requested."