Karma

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.

Kakak sepupu pacarku baru saja bercerai dan tinggal sementara di rumah pacarku. Dia sedang hamil besar dan membawa serta anaknya yang berusia 5 tahun. Dengan sikap seolah-olah semuanya sudah menjadi haknya, dia menganggap pacarku sebagai sandaran hidupnya dan menunjukkan ketidaksukaannya padaku. Dia merasa bahwa aku telah "merebut" adik sepupunya. Suatu hari saat acara keluarga, putranya tiba-tiba menyiramkan minuman ke arahku dan berseru, "Kamu nggak boleh merebut ayahku!"

À quatre mois de grossesse, mon mari, obstétricien, m'a accompagnée pour récupérer les résultats de l'examen prénatal. Son sourire s'est figé en voyant le rapport, et il m'a forcée à avorter. Je suis restée stupéfaite : le médecin traitant venait pourtant de dire que le bébé était en parfaite santé ! J'ai libéré mon bras et l'ai interrogé : « Pourquoi avorter ? » Il n'a pas répondu, mais a pris rendez-vous pour l'avortement. Voyant que je voulais m'enfuir, il m'a agrippé le bras : « C'est absolument impossible de garder cet enfant ! » Protégeant mon ventre, j'ai vite appelé mes parents, eux aussi obstétriciens. Mon père, qui m'a toujours chérie, a levé le poing pour frapper mon ventre. Ma mère, le visage terrifié, a secoué frénétiquement la tête : « Non, ça ne va pas. » « Enfermez Amélie avec quelques hommes. » Je ne comprenais pas pourquoi ils voulaient supprimer mon bébé ainsi. J'ai tenté de m'enfuir. Mais ils m'ont enfermée dans une pièce sombre. Voyant le sang couler, j'ai su que mon bébé était perdu. Ma mère est venue me chercher en souriant. Je l'ai suppliée de m'expliquer pourquoi ils m'avaient fait ça. Sans répondre, elle m'a envoyée dans un hôpital psychiatrique. Je suis morte après d'innombrables souffrances dans cet hôpital. En rouvrant les yeux, j'étais de retour au jour où nous devions récupérer le rapport prénatal. Mon mari m'a souri : « Chérie, c'est notre premier enfant. J'attends avec impatience le jour de sa naissance. »

My mom kindly took in the daughter of her deceased friend. Unexpectedly, the girl smoked, drank, fought, and refused to improve. She even fell madly in love with the school bully and jumped into a river to prove her love for him. My mom tried to save her, but the girl pushed her head underwater. The girl was rescued and embraced by the bully, but my mom drowned. Reborn, I stopped my mom from jumping in, but she shoved me into the river, shouting, "Why isn't it you jumping in?"

On the eve of giving birth, my world turned into a nightmare. My husband’s sworn enemy broke into our home, seeking revenge. I was brutally cut open and my baby was ripped from me. Yet, I made the chilling choice not to call my husband for help. In my previous life, desperate and terrified, I begged him to return home. He abandoned a Valentine’s dinner with a scholarship student to rush back. That night, the student was preyed upon in a bar, leading to her tragic suicide. My husband’s wrath was unrelenting. Blaming me for her death, he locked me in a kennel, leaving me to be savaged to death. “This is the pain Wynne endured because of you. Now it’s your turn to suffer!” Given a second chance, I resolved to make a different choice. This time, I let him stay for his romantic Valentine’s evening with her. But when I returned home, he had spiraled into madness.

Najwa Asyifa, perempuan berusia 26 tahun yang sudah menikah selama dua tahun dengan Fabian Rizki yang lebih tua enam tahun dibanding dirinya. Pernikahan itu awalnya indah. Namun, semenjak kehadiran Ibu mertua dan adik ipar yang ikut tinggal bersama mereka, keadaan akhirnya berubah. Puncaknya, ketika Najwa mendapat sebuah kabar buruk. Sang suami membawa wanita lain ke rumahnya dan mengakui wanita itu sebagai istri kedua. * Kau bilang, aku tak bisa tanpamu, Mas. Ah, Benarkah? Ku rasa, itu terbalik. Bukankah, justru kau yang tak bisa tanpaku?

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.

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.

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.