Foto Karma Akabane

Aku dan Rama sudah berpacaran selama sepuluh tahun. Saat aku merawat ibunya yang sakit meskipun diriku sendiri sedang demam tinggi, dia malah menemani Sinta yang patah hati sambil mabuk-mabukan. Saat aku dimarahi habis-habisan oleh bos di kantor, dia malah sibuk menjaga Sinta yang sedang sakit karena haid. Ketika kabar duka tentang kematian ibuku datang, aku mencoba menghubunginya, tetapi ponselnya mati. Setelah berusaha mencari kesana kemari, aku baru tahu kalau dia sedang ada di acara kelulusan Sinta. Akhirnya, aku menyerah. Namun, Rama tidak mau melepasku. Dia memohon dengan mata sembab agar aku memberinya satu kesempatan lagi.

My boyfriend said that art held no restrictions, so he used my provocative paintings to enter a competition. Amidst a row of classic ceramic figurines, I became famous. He shot to fame, landing in the top ten of trending searches, while I was humiliated by the entire internet and mocked as a “ceramic influencer.” When I confronted him, he looked at me with disappointment. “They don’t understand art, and neither do you? I thought you would support my work, but I didn’t expect you to stir trouble! You’re so immature!”

Nafkah adalah hal yang wajib dipenuhi oleh seorang suami terhadap istri dan anaknya. Namun bagaimana jika seorang suami menceraikan istrinya, lalu dia meminta kembali nafkah yang pernah dia berikan pada istrinya selama tiga tahun pernikahan? Itulah yang dirasan Mirna, setelah diceraikan suaminya, Mirna justru dituntut untuk mengembalikan seluruh nafkah yang pernah Fahmi berikan. Tak hanya itu. Bahkan handphone jadul dan juga uang maharnyapun dia minta kembali. Hingga akhirnya Mirna menyetujui untuk mengembalikan apa yang diminta suaminya terapi dengan syarat sang suami harus mengembalikan semua apa yang Mirna berikan termasuk keperempuanannya. Namun ditengah perjalanan, Fahmi meenyerah, dia sadar apa yang terbuat hanya karena permintaan selingkuhan yang masih SMA yang terus memanfaatkan dan ingin menguasai harta nya. Dia menyesali perbuatannya dan ingin kemabli kepada Mirna, tetapi keputusan Mirna sudah bulat bahkan setelah mereka resmi bercerai, Ibu Fahmi sudah menjodohkan Mirna dengan sepupu Fahmi sendiri.

Aku adalah seorang fotografer khusus foto pribadi. Malam itu, sahabatku sejak masa kuliah memintaku untuk memotret dia dan istrinya dalam sebuah sesi foto pribadi. Awalnya, semuanya terasa normal, sampai dia mengajukan permintaan yang benar-benar aneh. "Wade, bisa nggak kamu penuhi permintaan istriku sekali ini saja?" Kalimat itu membuatku tertegun. Aku tidak tahu apakah dia serius atau hanya bercanda. Namun, sorot matanya menunjukkan bahwa dia bersungguh-sungguh. Cerita ini pun menjadi awal dari sesuatu yang tak terduga. Apakah permintaannya benar-benar sebatas profesionalisme fotografi atau ada maksud lain di baliknya?

FICTIONARY TALES: A collection of short stories. Welcome to fictionary tales all written by me which include topics such as KARMA, Love, Revenge, Trauma, Tragedy, Happy endings, Sad endings, Mystery, Adventure and so much more!!

Tiba-tiba dua hari lagi Nadira harus menikah dengan Anand, laki-laki yang sudah lama dijodohkan dengannya karena ibu Anand kritis. Tak pernah bertemu sebelumnya, Nadira meminta foto Anand pada Triana, sahabatnya yang kebetulan adik sepupu Anand. Dari sini kesalahpahaman terjadi, Nadira semakin tak sudi bertemu karena Anand di foto jelek, tua, dan hitam, sangat berbeda dengan Nadira yang cantik dan Mahasiswi pujaan banyak laki-laki di kampus. Dia tidak hadir bahkan di acara ijab kabul. Empat bulan berlalu, takdir mempertemukan keduanya. Anand langsung mengenalinya, berbeda dengan Nadira. Bagaimana kisah mereka selanjutnya?

My husband worked overtime in the studio and suffered from an explosion. His body was blown to pieces. When my bestie frantically told me the news, I just nodded calmly. She called and texted me nonstop. She urged me to go to the site to recognize my husband's body. I blacklisted her and bought a ticket to go abroad. In my previous life, when I heard the news, I stopped at nothing and rushed to my husband's studio. However, I only saw my husband's cold ashes. My bestie said that my husband had poured out his troubles to her once. My husband said that I had run up a mountainous debt for gambling. He wanted a divorce, but I threatened him that he would have a sky-high debt if he divorced me. Even my mother cried and accused me of often going to the casino and taking men home at midnight. But none of this was true. I treated my husband very well; just a few days ago, I gave him a million-dollar watch as a gift. And I had never done anything related to gambling. Facing their accusation, I chose to call the police to prove my innocence. However, the police discovered my diamond necklace at the explosion site, where forensic experts also found my fingerprints. I failed to prove my innocence and became the heinous murderer who killed my husband. My mother took me to court for justice and took over my business empire. In jail, I was retaliated and died. When I opened my eyes again, I regained my life on the day when my husband suffered from the explosion.

Estuve siete años con Bruno. Pero cuando lo acusaron y terminó en la cárcel, no dudé en dar media vuelta y desaparecer de su vida. Me refugié en los brazos de su mejor amigo, buscando un poco de paz. Cuando Bruno salió, volvió con más poder, más rabia… y me obligó a casarme con él. No le importó cómo: usó todo lo que tenía para hacerme suya otra vez. Para todos, éramos la pareja perfecta, el amor que lo aguantó todo. Pero nadie sabía que, cada noche, él llevaba a otra mujer a nuestra cama... incluso a mi propia hermana. Decía que ese era el precio por haberlo traicionado. Lo que Bruno nunca imaginó es que, mientras todos lo creían culpable, yo me metí en una red criminal para limpiar su nombre. Y que, para conseguir esa prueba, perdí un riñón y medio hígado. Lástima que... ya no me queda mucho tiempo.

In my last life, my brother Leo—the heir to the Moretti crime family—stripped our estate bare of every last soldier, all for a Vegas jaunt. All because his new flame, Scarlett, had a jones for the high-roller tables. The Volkovs—our rivals, the very ones Leo had just pissed off—saw their opening and stormed our gates. My mother, Sofia, took a bullet meant for me. Died protecting me. I blew up Leo’s phone, my pleas turning to screams. He didn't answer. He waltzed back in after the shooting stopped, bringing our men home, but far too late for it to matter. Then, the news from Vegas. Scarlett was gone. A suicide note left behind. In it, she painted me as the monster. The one who’d leaked our weaknesses to the Volkovs. The one who'd orchestrated a fake kidnapping and torture plot, all to drive her to despair and lure Leo home. A perfect, tragic lie. Leo read the letter calmly. Then he burned the letter and told me, "Forget it. It's handled." Father tore into Leo for abandoning his post, for leaving his family to die. And me? I was named the new Consigliere. But after the celebration, Leo cornered me in the wine cellar. His face was a mask of cold fury as he pressed the barrel of his gun to my forehead. "This is for family traitors," he hissed, his voice pure venom. "The throne is my birthright, not some backstabbing bitch's prize!" When I opened my eyes again, I was back. Right in the middle of the fire and the blood. This time, I shoved my mother behind me, dragging her toward the panic room. And the bastards who were too blind to believe me? They’ll regret it.

During a critical heart transplant, my doctor husband insisted his intern assist despite her garish nail art compromising the sterile field. When I called her out, he abandoned the patient mid-surgery to comfort her. I begged him to return, but he snapped, "Giselle is upset. Can't you wait? This is nothing compared to her feelings." 40 minutes later, the patient bled out and died. Later, they discovered that he was our highly respected mayor and placed the blame on me. "If it weren't for you causing a scene and kicking us out of the operating room, the mayor wouldn't have bled to death. This is all your fault!" Defenseless, I was sentenced to life in prison, tortured, and died in agony. My husband and his intern walked down the aisle, enjoying their happy life. When I opened my eyes again, I was back on the day of that fateful surgery.