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[mononijikayu]

pretending as always — ryomen sukuna.

"Sukuna." you whispered, your voice barely more than a breath. "Do you ever think about us? About how things used to be?" He didn’t answer right away, his gaze fixed on the ceiling as if the answer was written somewhere in the shadows. When he finally spoke, his voice was low, almost resigned. "Things change. People change." "I know, I know." you replied, your fingers tracing the outline of his hand resting on your waist. "But I miss it. I miss us. The way we were before… everything."

GENRE: alternate universe - modern au!;

WARNING/S: angst, toxic romance, hurt/no comfort, cheating, unhappy marriage, crying, hurt, sadness, pain, character death, grief, unhappy ending, depictions of broken marriage, depiction of grief, depiction of cheating, depiction of death, depiction of loneliness, mention of grief, mention of misery, mention of loneliness, cheating husband! sukuna, long suffering wife! reader;

WORD COUNT: 10k words

NOTE: the thought bubble says 'things change, people change.'; the playlist for this chapter alone was just so angsty. like from i'm not the only one to glimpse of us, i really went through it writing this. i decided to write only one sad fic because i feel like putting out casual, together and thirty nine almost at the same time was just really criminal of me to do. so i hope you enjoy this, though!!! i love you all <3

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ANOTHER HUFF RELEASES FROM YOUR MOUTH. You don’t remember how many you’ve smoked today. But you were sure that it was beyond one pack. This was the only time you could be alone, to think for yourself. To have control. The control you’ve been craving for years and years, one that you will never truly have again. You didn’t need someone to see you out here, to tell you no, to worry about your health. You didn’t need that. Not right now. You needed to be alone. You needed silence. 

You sat on the balcony of your lavish penthouse, gazing out at the shimmering lights of Tokyo. The city was alive, vibrant, a testament to the empire your husband, Ryomen Sukuna, had built. He was the man behind the biggest conglomerate in Japan—a titan in the world of business, feared and respected in equal measure. And you were his wife. 

Once upon a time, you had been someone too. A doctor with a promising career, surrounded by friends, fulfilled by the life you had created with your own hands. Your days were spent saving lives, making a difference, and your nights were filled with laughter and tenderness with colleagues who had become family. You were driven, passionate, and proud of the work you did. But now, as you sat in the lap of luxury, the woman you once were seemed like a distant memory.

Now, you were just his wife. 

It wasn’t that you didn’t love him—you did. You loved him more than words could express. Sukuna was everything to you, and being his wife brought a kind of happiness you hadn’t known was possible. Yet, there was a gnawing emptiness, a void that had grown over the years. As much as you loved him, as much as he adored you in his own way, you knew the truth.

Ryomen Sukuna was not a man who could be kept down, not even for you. He was a force of nature, unstoppable, always striving for more, always looking beyond what he already had. His ambition was a double-edged sword, driving him to unimaginable heights but also pushing him further away from the simple life you sometimes yearned for. 

There were nights when he didn’t come home, when he was out sealing deals or attending extravagant parties where you were merely an accessory. You’d watch him from a distance, surrounded by admirers, his presence commanding attention wherever he went. He thrived in that world of power and influence, and you knew that no matter how much he loved you, that world would always be his first love.

You tried to be content with the life you had with him. After all, you had everything most people could only dream of—wealth, status, and the affections of a man who could have had anyone but chose you. But deep down, you couldn’t shake the feeling that you had lost yourself in the process. You weren’t the doctor anymore, the woman with her own dreams and aspirations. You were simply Mrs. Ryomen Sukuna, a title that came with its own set of expectations and sacrifices.

As the night grew darker, you wondered what it would take to feel like yourself again. Could you ever reclaim the life you had before Sukuna, or had you given up too much to ever go back? And if you did, would you lose him in the process? It was a question that haunted you, even as you curled up in the luxurious sheets of your bed, waiting for him to return home. You loved him. But sometimes, love wasn’t enough.

Your husband was a man to love—eccentric and electric, a living embodiment of wonder wrapped in the form of a man. His presence was magnetic, a force that drew people in, leaving them captivated by his every word, his every move. Ryomen Sukuna was a personality larger than life, his energy palpable, his enigma undeniable. He filled every room he entered, his laughter loud and contagious, a stark contrast to his own brother, Jin, who was quiet, composed, and unassuming.

Where Jin blended into the background, Sukuna demanded attention. Everyone who met him felt the spark, the electricity that seemed to radiate from him. He was unpredictable, always a step ahead, always thinking of the next big thing. His mind worked in ways that left others in awe, trying to keep up with the whirlwind that was his thoughts and ideas. Loving him was like holding onto a storm—thrilling, dangerous, and consuming.

But for all his vibrance and charm, Sukuna was still a man of cold realities. His work came first, always. No matter how much you wanted to be his priority, the empire he built was what he poured most of his energy into. He was often distant, consumed by the responsibilities that came with being the man at the top. Days would pass where you barely saw him, where his presence in your life felt more like a memory than a reality.

Yet, when he did give you his time, it was genuine and honest. Those rare moments were when you saw the man beneath the mask, the one who cared for you in his own complicated way. His touch was real, his words sincere, and in those fleeting minutes, you felt the depth of his love, even if it was buried under layers of ambition and duty.

There were nights, though, when he would come to bed, slipping under the covers beside you, and in those moments, he was truly yours. Those were the times you held onto, the nights where the world outside his office door ceased to exist, where the only thing that mattered was the feel of his warmth next to you.

His arm around your waist, his breath on your neck—these were the small, intimate moments that made the loneliness bearable. In the quiet of the night, Sukuna would pull you close, and for those few hours, he was just a man who loved his wife, not the untouchable titan he had become during the day.

But as the dawn approached, you knew he would slip away again, back into the world that demanded so much of him. Those nights were a bittersweet reminder that while he was yours, you would never fully have him. Still, you cherished them, holding onto the hope that maybe one day, the man who captivated the world would find his way back to you, not just in the shadows of the night, but in the light of day as well.

If you tried slyly, you could sometimes extract details about his life—small, fragmented pieces of the puzzle that was Ryomen Sukuna. A hint here, a passing comment there. But even after so many years of marriage, he wouldn’t budge.

He was a vault, his thoughts locked away in a place you couldn’t reach, no matter how hard you tried. There were times you sat across from him, watching his expressions, hoping to catch a glimpse of what was going on behind those sharp eyes, but he was impenetrable. You didn’t know what he was thinking half the time. 

And as the years passed, you began to realize a painful truth: you didn’t know this man anymore. He wasn’t the man you fell in love with, the one who had promised you the world with that charming smile and infectious energy. That man was a memory, fading with every passing day. The man you were married to now was a stranger, someone who wore Sukuna’s face but carried a weight and distance that hadn’t been there before. He was no longer wholly yours, not anymore.

But when he was—on those rare occasions when he let you in, when the walls came down just enough for you to feel the warmth beneath his cold exterior—those moments were everything. His exterior remained hard, a shield against the world and perhaps even against you, but in the quiet darkness of your bedroom, he softened.

The bed you shared became a pure and sacred shrine, a place where the outside world couldn’t reach, where only you and he existed. In that space, the burdens he carried were set aside, and for a fleeting moment, he was just a man, your husband, the one who still held pieces of your heart.

The warmth of his body against yours, the way he would pull you close as if you were his anchor—these were the moments that reminded you of the love that still lingered between you. It was as if, in that bed, time stood still, and the distance that had grown between you disappeared, leaving only the two of you, as you once were.

And though those moments were few and far between, they were enough to keep you holding on, hoping that perhaps, one day, the man you fell in love with would return to you, not just in the night, but in every aspect of your life together.

You lay beside him in the dark, feeling the weight of the silence between you. His arm was draped over your waist, his grip firm but gentle. It was one of those rare nights when he was fully present, when the business world he ruled seemed to fade away, leaving just the two of you. You turned slightly, your face inches from his, searching his eyes for something—anything—that might bridge the gap that had grown between you.

"Sukuna." you whispered, your voice barely more than a breath. "Do you ever think about us? About how things used to be?"

He didn’t answer right away, his gaze fixed on the ceiling as if the answer was written somewhere in the shadows. When he finally spoke, his voice was low, almost resigned. "Things change. People change."

"I know, I know." you replied, your fingers tracing the outline of his hand resting on your waist. "But I miss it. I miss us. The way we were before… everything."

His eyes finally met yours, and for a moment, you saw something flicker there—regret, maybe, or a trace of the man you once knew. But it was gone as quickly as it appeared, replaced by that familiar unreadable expression.

"I’m still here. I always have been." he said, his tone matter-of-fact. "I never left. And you know that."

"Physically, yes, I know. But I just….It’s just." you murmured, a hint of bitterness creeping into your voice. "Sukuna, it’s like I don’t know you anymore. You’re not the man I married. You’re not the man who promised me the world. And I don’t know where he is. And I want him back.”

He didn’t flinch, but you felt the slight tension in his arm as he pulled you a little closer. "The world isn’t what it used to be. It won’t ever be what it was, you know that." he replied quietly. "And neither am I. And you know that too. But I’m still here. I’m still your husband.”

You sighed, feeling the tears prick at the corners of your eyes. "But when you’re here, like this… it’s different. For just a moment, it feels like nothing’s changed. Like it’s just you and me, the way it used to be. I wish we could stay here, like this, forever."

He didn’t respond right away, but you felt his grip on you tighten, his thumb brushing softly against your skin as if to reassure you. "This bed, our bed…." he said slowly, his voice rougher than usual, "it’s our sanctuary. It’s the one place I can forget about everything else. But you know I can’t stay here forever. Not when the world calls me, not when it needs me.”

"I know that." you whispered, your voice cracking slightly. You needed him too. You needed your husband. And he will never see it. Not even when he tries. "But I can’t help wishing you would. That maybe, just once, you’d choose me over everything else. Like you used to.”

He was silent for a long moment, his breath warm against your hair. When he finally spoke, there was a softness in his voice that you rarely heard. "If I could, I would. You’re the only thing that keeps me grounded, that reminds me I’m still human. But I can’t give you all of me. Not anymore. I have things to do too.”

You closed your eyes, letting the tears fall silently. "I just wish… I wish you’d let me in, Sukuna. I want to know what you’re thinking, what you’re feeling. I want to know the man I’m sharing this bed with."

He didn’t answer right away, and you knew he wouldn’t. Instead, he pulled you closer, his lips brushing against your forehead in a rare, tender gesture. "I’m here now, you know?" he whispered. "Let’s just… stay in this moment, just for tonight."

You nodded, unable to find the words to say anything more. You clung to him, holding onto the warmth of his body, the rare softness of his embrace, knowing that when morning came, he would be gone again—pulled back into the world that demanded so much of him. But for now, you had this, and it would have to be enough.

It sounds more romantic than it actually is in reality. What you shared with Sukuna was far from the idyllic love story others might imagine. It was a volatile existence, a solitary one. A lonely existence. There were no whispered secrets in the dark, no playful banter or stolen glances across the room. There were no soft gazes filled with unspoken affection, no tender moments that lingered long after they ended. With Sukuna, you got the raw, unfiltered version of him—a man stripped of any pretense or facade.

Sukuna was not a man of many words, and that held true even during the most intimate moments between you. He was silent, his focus intense, his mind seemingly elsewhere even as he was with you. There were no sweet nothings exchanged, no promises of forever whispered into your ear. He was a man of action, not words, and even less so when you were in bed together.

Yet, despite the lack of verbal communication, there was one thing he always maintained—eye contact. His gaze never wavered, never strayed from yours, and in those moments, you saw something in his eyes that you rarely saw anywhere else. His eyes were earnest, and that sincerity was the closest thing to vulnerability he ever allowed himself to show. It was as if, in those brief moments of connection, he was telling you without words what he couldn’t bring himself to say aloud.

But even that small comfort was fleeting, a temporary solace in a relationship that often felt more like a battle than a partnership. You loved him, but it was a love laced with pain and longing, a love that left you feeling more alone than ever. Because while his eyes might have been honest, they also held a distance that you couldn’t bridge, a reminder that even in his most vulnerable moments, Sukuna was still just out of reach.

So you took what you could get—the warmth of his body against yours, the rare tenderness in his gaze—and tried to ignore the aching loneliness that gnawed at you in the silence that followed. Because at the end of the day, you knew that this was the only version of Sukuna you would ever truly have. And for better or worse, you had to make peace with that.

You lay there in the quiet aftermath, your body still humming from the intensity of it all. But as the warmth began to fade, reality seeped back in. The silence between you was heavy, filled with all the things left unsaid. There was no gentle touch, no soft embrace to pull you closer. Sukuna remained beside you, but there was a distance, an unspoken barrier that kept you apart even when you were lying inches away from each other.

This was your life—a series of fleeting connections punctuated by long stretches of solitude. You had learned to navigate this existence, to find comfort in the small moments, even if they were far from the grand romance you had once imagined. But it was a lonely existence, one that often left you feeling hollow, as if a piece of you had been carved out and left behind somewhere along the way.

There was no pillow talk with Sukuna, no lingering in the soft afterglow. Not like it used to be, when you greeted the morning light talking and talking. The man beside you was not one for such things. He was not the type to reach out and hold you close, to whisper sweet reassurances that everything would be okay. He simply wasn’t built that way, and you had long since stopped expecting him to be.

Instead, there was just the raw version of him—the man who was silent in his love, who showed it in ways that were hard to decipher, in ways that often left you questioning if it was there at all. His love wasn’t gentle or easy; it was fierce, consuming, and at times, almost indifferent. But it was there, hidden beneath layers of responsibility, power, and the iron will that had made him who he was.

Sukuna’s eyes were the only place where you could see that truth, where you could catch a glimpse of the man beneath the exterior. Even during sex, when his body was moving against yours with a deliberate intensity, his eyes stayed locked on yours, never wavering.

There was something disarming in that gaze, something that spoke of an honesty he couldn’t express any other way. It was in those moments, brief as they were, that you felt a connection, a thread of intimacy that tied you to him, even if it was fragile and frayed.

But as much as you clung to those moments, they were never enough to fill the void. The bed, which had once felt like a sanctuary, now seemed more like a cold, empty place where two strangers shared space but not lives. You would turn to face him, hoping for something—a word, a touch, anything to bridge the gap—but he remained still, his mind already miles away, lost in thoughts you could never reach.

And so you would close your eyes, trying to hold onto the fleeting warmth of his body next to yours, trying to convince yourself that this was enough, that you could live with the silence, the loneliness, the distance. Because at the end of the day, he was still the man you loved, the man who had once promised you the world.

But that promise had faded, just like the warmth that now ebbed away in the cold, empty silence of the room. And as much as it hurt, you knew that this was all there would ever be—a man you could never fully have, a love that was always just out of reach, and a life lived in the spaces between what was and what could have been.

You cry a lot about how life has let you suffer this way. The tears come in waves, usually in the quiet hours of the night when the weight of it all feels too heavy to bear. You cry for the life you thought you would have, for the love that feels like it's slipping through your fingers, for the man who promised you everything but gave you only fragments. The pain of it all has become a constant companion, a dull ache that lingers even in your happiest moments, because you know, deep down, that things will never be what you once dreamed they could be.

You knew about the women. You’ve always known. The whispers that reached your ears, the subtle changes in his demeanor, the way he would smell of a perfume that wasn’t yours. You knew about the women he took to hotels, the ones he wined and dined in the finest restaurants, the ones he spoiled with gifts and attention that you used to believe were reserved for you alone. You knew about the strip clubs, the fleeting kisses at bars, the meaningless trysts that filled the void you couldn’t seem to reach.

But knowing and seeing were two different things.

The image before you feels like a knife to the gut, twisting with a cruel precision. She’s beautiful, laughing at something Sukuna has whispered into her ear. They’re sitting too close, his hand resting on her thigh as though it belongs there.

His expression is relaxed, the mask he wears with you completely gone. This is who he really is, you think to yourself. You could feel this bitter realization curling in your chest. You feel like you were going to be sick.

For a moment, your legs threaten to give way beneath you. The restaurant is dimly lit, the low hum of conversation and clinking silverware suddenly drowned out by the rush of blood in your ears. You’ve been here before. It’s one of his favorites—one you thought was yours too, where he used to look at you with that same easy smile.

Your heart hammers against your ribs, urging you to flee, to turn away before the pain can deepen. You take a step back, and then another, the darkness of the entrance swallowing you whole as you move further from the scene. It’s as if you’re in a dream, your body moving on autopilot, one step after another, until you’re out on the street, the cool night air hitting your skin like a jolt.

You keep walking, eyes unfocused, the city lights blurring into a haze of colors. The truth is, you don’t know where you’re going. All you know is that you can’t stop moving. Because if you stop, if you allow yourself to think, to feel, the walls you’ve built around your heart will collapse, and you’ll be left with nothing but the agony of what you’ve lost. Or perhaps, of what you never truly had.

You knew everything. And yet, you pretended as always, especially when he came home. Because he always did. No matter how many nights he spent in the arms of someone else, no matter how many times he broke your heart with his affairs, he always came home to you. And you clung to that, as painful as it was, because it was the one thing you had left—the knowledge that, for whatever reason, he chose to come back to you.

You knew everything. And yet, you pretended as always, especially when he came home. Because he always did. No matter how many nights he spent in the arms of someone else, no matter how many times he broke your heart with his affairs, he always came home to you.

And you pathetically clung to that, as painful as it was, because it was the one thing you had left—the knowledge that, for whatever reason, he chose to come back to you. That he'll always choose to come back to you. And only you.

The sound of his key turning in the lock was your cue to slip the mask into place, smoothing out the cracks in your facade. You could hear the soft rustle of his coat as he shrugged it off, the faint smell of that foreign perfume clinging to the air. It was like a slap in the face, but you swallowed the bitterness down, forcing yourself to stay calm.

“Hey.” he called out, his voice casual, as though nothing were amiss. As though he hadn’t just spent hours with someone else.

“Hey.” you replied, keeping your tone light, as if you hadn’t been waiting in silence, wondering who he was with, what she looked like, if she made him laugh the way you used to.

He stepped into the room, his gaze brushing over you, taking in the sight of you curled up on the couch with a book in your hands. It was a scene of domestic tranquility, one you’d perfected over the years. You’d become a master at hiding the turmoil beneath the surface, at pretending that everything was fine.

“How was your night?” you asked, the words slipping out easily, as if they weren’t laced with the weight of unspoken truths.

“Busy.” he replied, moving toward you. He leaned down, pressing a kiss to the top of your head, and for a moment, you allowed yourself to lean into him, to savor the warmth of his presence. This was the part you held onto—the part where he came home, where he chose you, if only for a few fleeting hours. “Did a lot of meetings. It was dull. Like always.”

But even as he pulled away and headed to the bedroom, you couldn’t help but feel the coldness seep back in, the emptiness that settled in the pit of your stomach. You knew he’d be gone again tomorrow, off to chase whatever thrill he found in the arms of someone else. 

Still, you clung to that tiny thread of hope, the one that told you he would return. Because as long as he came home, as long as he kept choosing you, there was a part of you that could pretend—pretend that it was enough, that you were enough. You knew that you were tearing yourself apart. Apart from this man. But you were stuck. You didn’t know how to get out. Not when you can’t bear separation.

It was a cruel cycle, one that left you feeling shattered and hollow, but one you couldn’t break free from. You pretended because it was easier than confronting the truth, easier than acknowledging that the man you loved was also the man who was tearing you apart. You pretended because you wanted to believe that, despite everything, there was still something left between you, something worth holding on to.

Because as much as he hurt you, as much as he used other women to fill whatever void he was running from, you knew one thing with absolute certainty: he loved you. He might have been distant, cold, and unfaithful, but that love was there, buried beneath the layers of deceit and betrayal. It was a twisted, painful love, one that hurt more than it healed, but it was real. And that’s what made it so hard to walk away.

He loved you, and it hurt you. It hurt because that love wasn’t enough to stop him from seeking out others, from indulging in pleasures that had nothing to do with you. It hurt because that love didn’t protect you from the heartache, didn’t shield you from the loneliness that came from sharing a bed with someone who was only half there.

But it was love nonetheless, a sick, unadulterated, gut-wrenching love you can never truly escape even if you wanted to. and you clung to it with everything you had, because without it, you weren’t sure who you would be anymore.

So you cried, and you pretended, and you waited for him to finish his shower, knowing that when he did, you would smile, you would act as if nothing was wrong, as if your heart wasn’t breaking a little more each day. Because you loved him, too, and that love was the only thing holding you together, even as it threatened to tear you apart.

The stairs creaked with every step, and you quickly wiped the tears from your cheeks, forcing yourself to take a deep breath. You knew the routine by now—how to mask the pain, how to put on a smile that didn’t quite reach your eyes. The sound of his footsteps echoed through the steps, and you braced yourself, slipping into the role you had perfected over the years. He’d gotten out of the shower and dressed.

Sukuna walked back into the living room, his presence filling the space like a storm cloud. He glanced at you briefly, his expression unreadable as he walked in front of you. You could still smell the faint scent of a perfume that wasn’t yours, the remnants of a night you knew all too well. It was as if he was mocking you. It was as if he wanted you to know.  But you didn’t say anything. You never did.

“Did you have dinner yet?” you ask him, your voice steady despite the tightness in your chest. “There’s still some soba I made for dinner.”

He hums in response, reaching for your hand, his touch warm but somehow distant. “Maybe later, I’ll heat it up myself. Let me stay here with you for a bit.”

You nod, pretending to be satisfied with his answer, even though you know it’s a lie. “Okay, that’s fine.”

You make some space for him to sit beside you, but instead, he lowers his head onto your lap, his body stretching out along the couch. The gesture is familiar, almost comforting, but tonight, it feels like a weight pressing down on your chest. You feel the bile rise in your throat as he closes his eyes, humming softly to himself, as if this moment is as peaceful for him as it is tormenting for you.

You force your fingers to move, to edge along the tips of his fuchsia-colored hair, the strands soft beneath your touch. The motion is automatic, a habit born from nights like these, where you pretended that everything was still okay. But as you purse your lips into a tight line, trying to keep your composure, you feel the tears threatening to spill over, the pain clawing at the walls you’ve built around your heart.

Not now, you tell yourself. Not now. You can’t break, not here, not while he’s with you.

You swallow hard, pushing down the surge of emotions that threaten to rise to the surface, and speak in a voice you barely recognize as your own. “You worked hard.”

He opens his eyes, his gaze meeting yours in the dim light of the room. “So did you.” he whispers, his tone soft, almost tender.

His words, if they were meant to comfort you, only deepen the ache inside you. You bite down on the inside of your cheek, forcing a small, hollow smile as you continue to stroke his hair. Because that’s all you can do—pretend that this moment is enough, that his presence here is enough to make up for all the nights he’s been away, all the lies you’ve told yourself just to keep going.

He closes his eyes again, sighing softly, and you watch him, your fingers never faltering in their gentle rhythm. And as you sit there, with his head in your lap and the soba cooling on the kitchen counter, you realize that this is what you’ve become—someone who is willing to live in the spaces he leaves behind, someone who clings to the small moments he offers, even when they’re built on a foundation of lies.

“I missed you, Sukuna.” you whispered, your voice trembling despite your best efforts to keep it steady.

“I know.” he replied to you, in a tone that knows. A tone that reveals it all. He knew that you know, you weren’t a fool. You were too smart for it. And yet, here you are. With him, his lying, selfish self, loved by you. “I’m here now.”

You nodded, knowing that was the most you would get from him. “I’m glad you’re home.”

He didn’t respond, but you could feel the tension in his body slowly easing, his breathing becoming more relaxed. You knew this was as close as he would come to letting you in, and you tried to take comfort in it, even though it wasn’t enough.

You lay there in silence, your hand still resting on his chest, listening to the rhythmic sound of his breathing. You wanted to say more, to tell him how much it hurt, how much you wished things could be different. But you knew it wouldn’t change anything. He would always come home, but he would never truly be yours.

So you stayed quiet, pretending for him, for yourself, for the fragile love that still tied you to him, even as it slowly unraveled. You pretended that this was enough, that the fleeting moments of closeness were worth the nights spent alone, the tears shed in silence, the knowledge that he would never be wholly yours.

And in the dark, as you lay beside him, you let yourself believe the lie, if only for a little while. Because sometimes, pretending was the only thing that kept you going.

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EVERYTHING CHANGED WHEN YOU HEARD THOSE WORDS. The doctor's words echoed in your mind as you drove home, your knuckles white from gripping the steering wheel. "A few months, at most," he'd said, and you'd nodded, thanked him even, before walking out of the clinic in a daze. The sky outside seemed unchanged, the world continuing its indifferent spin, while inside you, something had irrevocably shifted.

When you finally made it home, you sat down, the weight of everything settling onto your shoulders like a heavy blanket. The familiar surroundings seemed distant, like you were seeing them through a fog. The elegant decor, the soft lighting—everything was perfect, just as it always was, but it felt like a set piece now, like something you were watching from afar.

You tried to think of what you should do next, what anyone would do with such news. Should you cry? Scream? But nothing came. Instead, a strange sense of calm washed over you, like the stillness after a storm. Maybe this was it—God's way of freeing you from this misery, this life you’d never truly lived.

A miserable existence, that’s what it was. A life spent in the shadow of Ryomen Sukuna, the man who was everything to everyone, and nothing to you. The man who had captured your heart and soul, only to lock them away somewhere deep inside, where they withered, starved of the love you so desperately needed. You’d given everything to be his wife, to play the part in the perfect narrative he’d constructed, and in the process, you’d lost yourself.

The relief that bubbled up inside you was unexpected, but undeniable. You wouldn’t have to suffer much longer. No more pretending, no more aching for a love that would never be yours. No more nights spent staring at the ceiling, wondering why you weren’t enough. Soon, it would all be over. You wouldn’t have to endure this life, this love, for much longer.

You decided then and there—you wouldn’t tell him. What would be the point? He was a man consumed by his empire, by his power, and you were just another piece of his world, another part of his success. Telling him would only disrupt the perfect narrative he had written for himself, and you couldn’t bear to see the indifference in his eyes when he realized that your story was ending.

No, you would continue to be his wife. You would play your part until the very end, letting yourself fade quietly from the narrative, just as you had faded from his heart. And maybe, when it was all over, when you were gone, he might feel something—a twinge of regret, perhaps. But that didn’t matter. Not anymore.

In the stillness of your home, a peculiar sense of peace enveloped you. The silence was heavy, but it was a silence of your own making, one that spoke of an end and a release. You had loved Sukuna with a depth that was both profound and consuming. Your love for him was a force that had shaped your days and your nights, driving you to care for him in ways that went unnoticed and unappreciated. 

But as you faced the reality of your impending departure, a bittersweet calm settled over you. The weight of your unrequited love, the fatigue of constantly giving without receiving, was finally lifting. You had poured your heart into a relationship where your love was met with indifference and infidelity. You had tried to make him see, tried to make him understand, but in the end, the love you gave was never truly reciprocated in the way you had hoped.

Now, as the days dwindle and the finality of your situation becomes undeniable, you found a strange comfort in knowing that the end was near. The thought of liberation from a love that had only ever been one-sided was both heart-wrenching and soothing. You were tired of the endless cycle of giving and waiting, of hoping for something that would never come. And in the quiet of your home, you felt a sense of relief at the prospect of being free from this endless cycle of emotional exhaustion.

That night, when Sukuna returned home, you greeted him with a facade of normalcy. Despite the heavy burden of your knowledge, you smiled at him with a warmth that belied your inner turmoil. You continued to dote on him, serving him his favorite dishes with the same loving care you always had. Every gesture, every touch, every look was a continuation of the role you had played for so long.

You carried on as if nothing had changed, maintaining the pretense of a happy, loving wife. Your actions were deliberate, a final testament to the depth of your love and the extent of your sacrifice. You wanted to give him one last glimpse of the love he had taken for granted, to remind him of what he would be losing, even if he would never fully grasp it until it was too late.

You went through the motions of daily life, engaging with him, listening to his stories, laughing at his jokes. The facade was not just for him, but for yourself as well—a way to preserve a semblance of normalcy amidst the chaos of your emotions. You wanted to leave him with the memory of a wife who had loved him deeply, who had cared for him until the very end, despite everything.

In the quiet moments alone, after he had gone to bed, you would sit in the darkness, feeling the weight of your impending departure. You would reflect on the years you had spent loving him, on the moments of joy and sorrow that had shaped your relationship. And as you faced the end, you found a strange sort of solace in knowing that you would finally be free from the constraints of a love that had never truly been mutual.

The peace you felt was not without pain, but it was a relief nonetheless. You had loved Sukuna with all that you were, and now, as you prepared to leave, you took comfort in the knowledge that you would soon be free from the sadness and longing that had defined your existence.

Sukuna looked up from his plate, his gaze lingering on you with a mixture of curiosity and concern. He could see a flicker of something in your eyes that he hadn’t seen in a long time.

“You seem... unusually happy tonight,” he said, his voice carrying a hint of both surprise and suspicion. “Is something going on?”

You met his gaze, a faint smile on your lips that didn’t quite reach your eyes. “It’s been a long time since we had a dinner like this, just the two of us.”

Sukuna’s brow furrowed as he studied you. “Yeah, it has. We’ve been so wrapped up in our own worlds that it’s easy to forget what it was like before everything got so complicated.”

You nodded, your fingers nervously twisting the edge of your napkin. “I’ve missed this—being with you like this, without all the distractions and complications. It feels like a rare moment of normalcy in the chaos.”

Sukuna’s expression softened, but there was an edge of concern in his eyes. “You seem more at peace than usual. Is everything okay? You’ve been acting... different lately.”

You hesitated, the weight of your secret pressing down on you. “I’ve just been reflecting on things. It’s strange how time changes everything, how we lose sight of what really matters until it’s almost too late.”

Sukuna’s gaze grew more intense, his unease palpable. “Reflecting on what? You’ve been acting like there’s something you’re not telling me.”

You took a deep breath, forcing yourself to keep your voice steady. “It’s just... I’ve been thinking about how we’ve lost touch with each other. How we’ve let life get in the way of what really matters.”

Sukuna’s eyes searched for yours, trying to grasp the depth of your words. “Are you saying there’s something wrong? Something you’re not telling me?”

You looked away, your smile faltering. “It’s not about something wrong. It’s about realizing that sometimes, we need to appreciate the moments we have, even if they’re fleeting.”

Sukuna’s confusion deepened, his concern growing. “You’re scaring me. Why are you talking like this? What’s going on?”

You forced yourself to meet his gaze, your heart aching with the weight of the truth you couldn’t reveal. “I’ve just been feeling... reflective. It’s hard to explain, but I’m grateful for these moments, even if they’re all we have left.”

Sukuna reached out, his hand gently grasping yours. “Are you trying to tell me something? You’re acting like this is a goodbye.”

You pulled your hand away, the pain in your chest almost unbearable. “It’s not a goodbye. It’s just... a realization. I want to make the most of the time we have, to cherish these moments together.”

Sukuna’s face fell, his worry evident. “You’re making it sound like something terrible is happening. If there’s something you’re hiding, you need to tell me.”

You shook your head, forcing yourself to smile through the tears that threatened to spill. “It’s not about hiding anything. It’s about acknowledging that even when things are difficult, we can still find moments of happiness. I wanted tonight to be one of those moments.”

Sukuna looked at you with a mixture of sadness and confusion, his frustration clear. “You’re not making any sense. Why can’t you just tell me what’s going on?”

You stood up from the table, unable to bear the intensity of his gaze any longer. You smiled at him. And even at that moment, he noticed. He noticed it didn’t go up to your eyes. “I can’t. Not yet. I just needed you to understand that despite everything, I’ve always cherished our time together.”

Sukuna watched you with a heart heavy with concern and regret, as you walked away from the table. "Do you still want some wine?"

"No." Sukuna whispers under his breath. "I'm fine."

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YOU WERE GOOD AT PLAYING ROLES. Sukuna didn't suspect a thing. You continued playing your part, showing up at events, smiling when required, and being the perfect wife that the world expected you to be. He remained oblivious, too wrapped up in his own world to notice the subtle changes—the way your laughter had lost its warmth, the way your eyes seemed distant, even when you looked directly at him.

He carried on with his life, his empire growing ever larger, his influence spreading like wildfire. And on the side, there was her—the woman he met in secret, the one who made him feel alive in ways that you no longer could. He didn’t care to hide it anymore, not really. He knew you knew, but in his mind, it didn’t matter. You were his wife, his possession, and that was enough.

The restaurant was bathed in a warm, subdued light, its cozy ambiance a stark contrast to the storm brewing in Sukuna's heart. He sat across from his date, his smirk easy, a deliberate mask concealing the turbulent emotions beneath. His eyes roamed lazily over the flickering candlelight, his drink half-empty, the conversation flowing smoothly. It was supposed to be an escape, a fleeting distraction from the complexities of his life.

The phone buzzed on the table, its vibration slightly jarring against the relaxed hum of the evening. Sukuna glanced at it, a shadow of irritation crossing his features. He almost ignored it, but a nagging instinct—something primal and insistent—prompted him to check. The screen lit up with an urgent message, and as he read the words, his smirk faltered, replaced by a sudden, unsettling pallor.

His hand trembled slightly as he answered the call that followed.

“Mr. Sukuna, I’m terribly sorry to interrupt your evening. There’s been an emergency. Your wife—she’s collapsed and has been rushed to the hospital. The situation is very serious. You need to come immediately.”

Sukuna’s mind reeled, struggling to process the gravity of the message. His heart pounded furiously in his chest, a cacophony of fear and disbelief.  “What? No, that can’t be right. Are you sure? What happened?” His usual bravado turned into worrisome, strained whispers. “My wife was healthy when I left her at home.”

“Yes, I’m certain. She was rushed in a couple of minutes ago. The doctors are doing everything they can, but it’s critical. Please come to the hospital right away.”

The call ended abruptly, leaving Sukuna staring blankly at his phone. The realization of what he had just heard began to sink in, each beat of his heart echoing with a growing dread. Without a word, he stood up abruptly, his chair scraping loudly against the floor.

“Suku? What’s going on? Where are you going?” Her face is a mask of confusion and concern. “Suku–”

 “I—I have to go. It’s an emergency.” His voice barely more than a whisper, laden with panic.

He didn’t wait for any further questions or explanations. His mind was a chaotic whirl of thoughts as he left the restaurant, the cool night air doing little to calm the storm inside him. The drive to the hospital was a blur, the city lights streaking by in a disorienting haze. Every turn, every red light seemed to stretch time, amplifying his growing sense of dread.

Inside the emergency room, the atmosphere was clinical and cold, a stark contrast to the warmth of the evening he had just left behind. The cacophony of beeping monitors and hurried voices created a symphony of chaos that matched his inner turmoil. He pushed past the reception desk, barely acknowledging the questions they asked him. All he could think about was reaching you, seeing you, and holding onto whatever fragments of hope remained.

“Sir, you need to wait here. We’re in the middle of an emergency procedure.” The nurse said firmly, as Sukuna tried to approach.

Sukuna’s eyes fixed on the form lying still on the gurney, a sight that twisted his insides with a profound ache. The resuscitation efforts were intense, a desperate dance between life and death. He felt a profound sense of helplessness, the cold efficiency of the medical staff contrasting sharply with his own emotional chaos.

 “Please, I need to be with her. I have to—” His voice breaking, a raw plea. “Please let me through—”

“Sir, we need to focus on the procedure. You can’t be in the way.”

Sukuna was forced to retreat, his heart sinking as he slumped against the wall, his fists clenched in frustration and fear. The minutes dragged on, each second feeling like an eternity. He stared at the closed doors of the emergency room, the gnawing fear that he might lose you forever consuming him.

In the cold, stark hallway of the hospital, Sukuna felt his world unraveling. The veneer of control and dominance he had always relied on was gone, replaced by a gut-wrenching vulnerability he had never before experienced. He was left alone with his thoughts, confronting the painful truth that he had been given a chance to face his own failures and regrets.

Everything they could, they tried—but it wasn’t enough. He could see it in their eyes, in the frantic movements that were becoming more desperate by the second. He shouted at them, his voice rising to a roar, demanding they do something, anything. He wasn’t used to feeling powerless, wasn’t used to being afraid. But in that moment, as he watched you lying there, unmoving, unresponsive, fear gripped him in a way it never had before.

He couldn’t lose you. Not like this. Not now, not when he’d taken you for granted for so long. The realization hit him like a punch to the gut. You had always been there, always been his, and he’d never truly appreciated it. And now, as he watched the life drain from you, he felt something he hadn’t felt in a long time—genuine, bone-deep terror.

When the nurses finally stopped, when they turned to him with those solemn expressions, he knew. They didn’t have to say a word. He pushed past them anyway, falling to his knees beside your bed, his hand grasping yours, still warm but lifeless. You were slipping through his fingers. He didn’t want to free you — not yet. He needs you. He still wants you.

“Don’t do this, not yet.” he whispered, his voice breaking, something it never did. “You can’t leave me. You don’t get to leave me.”

But you were already gone. The silence in the room was deafening, and for the first time in his life, Ryomen Sukuna felt utterly and completely helpless. 

Sukuna stayed by your side long after the nurses and doctors left the room, long after the machines were turned off, and the sterile, mechanical sounds faded into an unbearable silence. He gripped your hand tightly, as if somehow, by sheer force of will, he could pull you back from the brink, undo what had just happened. But the truth was inescapable—you were gone.

The world outside continued to turn, indifferent to the agony that churned inside him. Sukuna, the man who had always been in control, who had never feared anything or anyone, was now paralyzed by a fear so intense it consumed him. He had never imagined a moment like this, a moment where he would lose something so irreplaceable.

Memories flashed through his mind—moments he had dismissed, overlooked, or taken for granted. The way you would smile at him when he came home, the quiet dinners you shared, the way you had always been there, even when he hadn’t deserved it. He had grown so used to your presence that he never considered what it would be like without you.

He had thought he could live his life as he pleased, that you would always be there, in the background, silently enduring whatever he put you through. But now, with you gone, the enormity of his loss hit him with full force. It wasn’t just that you were gone—it was that you were gone because of him. He had driven you to this, with his neglect, his infidelity, his arrogance.

His chest tightened, and for the first time in years, Sukuna felt the sting of tears. He couldn’t remember the last time he had cried—if he ever had. But now, the tears came unbidden, a raw and overwhelming response to the pain that was tearing him apart. He had lost you, and it was his fault. There was no one else to blame, no way to undo what he had done.

He thought about all the things he would never get to say to you, all the apologies that would never leave his lips. He had always believed he had time—time to make things right, time to explain, time to finally show you that you mattered to him. But now, that time was gone, and with it, any chance of redemption.

Sukuna stayed there, holding your hand, until the nurses gently told him that he had to let go, that it was time to say goodbye. He didn’t want to—he wasn’t ready to. But he knew there was no choice. Slowly, reluctantly, he released your hand, feeling a cold emptiness settle into the space where you had once been.

As he walked out of the hospital, the reality of his life without you began to sink in. The thought of returning to his grand, empty house—one that had always been a symbol of his success, his power—now felt like walking into a tomb. You were no longer there to greet him, no longer there to fill the space with your presence.

And for the first time, Sukuna understood what it meant to be truly alone. All the wealth, the power, the women—none of it mattered anymore. The one thing that had truly mattered was gone, and he was left with nothing but the echo of his own regrets.

As he stepped into his car, the weight of your absence pressed down on him, suffocating in its intensity. He had never been afraid of anything before. But now, as he faced a future without you, he was terrified.

Sukuna sat in the driver’s seat of his car, the door still open as if he might somehow find the strength to run back into the hospital and reverse what had happened. His hands gripped the steering wheel tightly, knuckles white, and the first sob broke through his defenses, ragged and harsh. He slammed his fists against the wheel, the sound echoing in the empty garage, the pain in his chest mirroring the bruising force of his punches.

Each hit was a release, a desperate attempt to rid himself of the unbearable grief and regret that had settled over him like a heavy fog. Tears streamed down his face, blurring his vision, and he felt a profound sense of helplessness that he had never known. He had always been in control, always been the one to dictate terms, to manipulate situations to his favor. But now, as he sat there, he was powerless, unable to change anything, unable to bring you back.

In the midst of his torment, memories began to flood back—painful, vivid recollections that he had buried under layers of indifference and self-absorption. He remembered the way you would spend hours in the kitchen, cooking meals with a dedication that went beyond mere obligation. You had always taken care of him, preparing dishes that you knew he loved, ensuring the fridge was stocked with his favorite foods.

He could picture you now, in the kitchen of your shared home, chopping vegetables, stirring pots, your face focused and serene. The way you’d hum softly to yourself, the warmth of the kitchen contrasting with the coldness that seemed to have crept into his heart over the years. Every meal you made was a labor of love, a testament to the care and consideration you had for him, even when he had taken it all for granted.

And then there were the times you’d prepare extra food, stock the fridge with ready-made meals, knowing that his schedule was unpredictable, that he might be too busy to eat properly. You’d filled the refrigerator with care, making sure he would have something to sustain him, even when you couldn’t be there. 

He should have noticed the subtle changes in your routine. The house had been unusually pristine lately, the surfaces spotless, the floors immaculate. It wasn’t like you to maintain such a high level of cleanliness without a reason. It was as if you had been preparing the space, ensuring that everything was in perfect order, as if you were orchestrating a smooth transition for him, even after you were gone.

The closets were tidier than usual, the clothes organized and neatly hung. He realized now that you had cleaned out your own belongings with quiet efficiency, not because you were preparing to leave in the conventional sense, but because you wanted to spare him the burden. You had sorted through your things, reducing the mess he would have to deal with, thinking ahead so that your death wouldn’t leave him grappling with the physical remnants of your life.

The laundry was always done, the baskets emptied and folded with a care that went beyond routine. You had taken care of it all, ensuring that he wouldn’t be confronted with chores and tasks that might remind him of the void you were leaving behind. The house had been more than just clean—it had been meticulously arranged to make his life easier, to ensure that the practicalities of your absence wouldn’t add to his grief.

In the midst of his grief, the realization struck him with the force of a revelation. You had been planning for this moment all along, your every action a carefully orchestrated preparation for the inevitable. You had thought of everything—how the house should be, how his daily life should continue without disruption, how he might cope with the void you would leave behind.

And yet, despite all your foresight, he had been so absorbed in his own world, so blind to your quiet efforts, that he hadn’t seen what you were doing. He had been wrapped up in his own needs, his own desires, oblivious to the depth of your sacrifice.

Now, as he sat there in the car, the weight of his regret felt almost unbearable. You had given him a gift of love so profound, so selfless, and he had only realized it in the harshest of moments. He had been given a chance to appreciate you, to see how deeply you cared, but it had come too late.

The house was prepared, the chores managed, the meals cooked—all to make sure that your departure wouldn’t add to his burden. And all he could do now was mourn the loss of someone who had loved him so completely, while he had remained unaware of the full extent of their care.

The realization hit him with a crushing weight. You had been preparing him—preparing him for a future without you. You had known, on some level, that your time was limited, and you had tried to make things easier for him, to ensure he wouldn’t be left entirely lost when you were gone. You had left behind a legacy of care and love, even in your absence.

The tears flowed more freely now, each one a testament to the depth of his regret. The sight of the empty kitchen at home, the pristine rows of shelves, the meticulously arranged pantry—all these things that once seemed so ordinary now felt like a poignant reminder of the love he had squandered. You had been his rock, his constant, and he had never truly valued it until it was too late.

Sukuna’s sobs grew louder, more desperate, his grief palpable in the confined space of the car. He felt as if he were drowning in a sea of his own making, surrounded by the memories of what he had lost and the realization of how profoundly he had failed you. The realization of your love, the sacrifices you had made, and the undeniable truth that he had only seen it all now, when it was too late, was a torment unlike anything he had ever known.

He sank forward, resting his head on the steering wheel, letting the tears fall harder than before, his body shaking with the intensity of his emotions. He wished he could turn back time, could undo the mistakes he had made, could tell you how much you meant to him. But all he was left with was the crushing weight of his actions, the echoes of your love, and the empty space where you once were.

[lillyxrosee]

5th October 2023 Khamis

Sedar pukul 7:45 am, tadi aku mimpi arwah ayah for the first time setelah dia pergi. Aku sangat mengantuk and cukup sedih sekarang ni. Aku mimpi yang dia dah sihat, baru pulang dari hospital. Keadaan badan dia kurus tapi sihat, kurus berisi macam zaman dia muda punya badan.

Aku pelik kenapa selalu aku mimpi kat lokasi rumah Taman Pelangi. Dan aku selalu mimpi aku masih sekolah, aku ada exam dan aku cukup cemas. Aku call kawan2 pasal exam paper yang aku tak belajar lagi. Aku msg Farah, yang reply adalah Iqbal dengan reply yang very budak2 macam “exam masuk chapter taktahu, haha! -Iqbal!” Lepastu mimpi sekolah adalah sekolah pingmeng.

Lepastu aku mimpi yang semua ni berlaku pada keadaan yang sama. Tata dah lambat pergi skolah, so dia naik bas macam mrt lalu depan rumah, aku pun lambat tapi aku santai. Walhal dah pukul 2pm lebih. Ibu macam sibuk je kena keluar hantar kakak kot. Tinggalkan aku sorang ngan ayah. Waktu tu aku sempat borak ngan ayah, dia ceria je happy dudk kat kerusi kayu tepi pintu, aku tanya ayah sakit lagi tak? Dia kata tak sakit cuma tangan je 300%. Aku kurang faham apa yang dia maksudkan 300% so aku anggap tangan dia mungkin sakit2 sengal kot. Tapi dia tunjuk jari telunjuk dia macam seolah dicucuk jarum di situ.

Tapi ayah sihat boleh diri jalan sana sini. Waktu tu dalam hati, aku sempat berkata wah camni boleh lah ajak ibu dan ayah acap datang tengok ayah. Ayah dah sihat sekarang, dan aku masih ingat yang aku dah kahwin. Cumanya aku macam trap dalam lokasi lama dimana aku dibesarkan.

Dulu waktu aku mimpi arwah uncle pun, kebanyakan berlaku macam rumah sama. Aku taktahu kenapa selalu rumah Taman Pelamgi jadi sasaran mimpi aku.

Aku mimpi aku ambil extension cord electric kat kawasan store dengan budak2 lelaki macam kawan2 aku kat bawah rumah apartment murah macam rumah dbkl. Lepastu kantoi dengan satu rumah jiran yang located sebelah store tu. Dia dengar, dia bising oi sape tu. Pastu aku dengan geng sempat lari diam2 namum dikejar dengan penduduk2 situ. Orang tu kejar aku sorang, bini dia bagitahu laki dia kot cam tok penghulu je kejar aku sampai ke seberang petronas. Dia macam orang kampung yang anti budak bandar kind of vibe. Dan geng2 aku sempat tinggalkan aku suruh lari, diorang backup dari apt tu. Aku lari kene kejar sampai skolah, naik tangga tinggi2 waktu malam. Aku gendang setiap pintu class tu suruh semua bangun. Sebab dalam tu ada penduduk, macam sedara mara aku je. Orang kekampung ni macam ada certain benda dia takut, keluar nampak dek masyarakat seperti di petronas dan diketahui orang lain. So, aku pelik nape dia berani kejar aku jauh ke bandar.

Aku balik, aku received a call dari nama dia anis, anis uitm. Dalam fon tu dia cakap, “kenapa kau bagitahu xxx yang aku dah tak wujud?” Aku ingat apa aku cakap pada xxx cuma aku cam malas layan, so aku hellooo? Hellooo? Sape ni?

[smjhyunxau]

Chapter 1, Part 1

"Introduce"

Ezra Lee, siya ang highschool crush ng Decilis Academy, halos populasyon ng mga babae dun ay palaging nahuhulog sa kanya. Isa rin siyang matalino na estudyante, sina Daniel Park, Oliver Park, at Kai Nishimura ang kanyang mga kaibigan, dalawa sa kanila ay may lovelife na

Noah Sim, karaniwang estudyante, top 1 palagi sa kanilang section, aral ang palagi niyang inuuna, meron siyang dalawang kaibigan na napakulit na sina Leo Yang at si Liam Kim, ang dalawa ay may lovelife na, hinihintay nila kung paano mainlove ang isang Noah Sim.

Recess Time:

Liam: Oi Noah, tara canteen!

Leo: Kanina kapa dyan.

Leo: Di kaba kakain?

Liam: Oo nga

Noah: You two just go there, i'm not finish studying, i'll just eat later at lunch.

Leo: Phhhttt! Come on, hindi kami aalis hanggang dika sasama.

"Noah didn't reply"

Liam: Di ka sasalita ha!

Liam: Kukulitin ka namin hanggang papayag ka hehehehe*evil laugh*

Liam and Leo started annoying Noah hanggang pumayag nlng siya, subrang tuwa ng dalawa, sabay-sabay ang trio pumunta sa canteen, habang papunta dun, may nagtapik sa balikat ni Noah, it was Ezra.

Ezra: Hey Noah!

Noah: You again"rolled his eyes"

Ezra: Ang aga-aga galit ka nanaman?

Noah just ignored him

Liam: Go away Ezra

Ezra: Bat kayu galit?

Leo: Basta

Ezra: Come on guys, are you guys twin?

Leo: Why would you think that's dumb*ss?

Ezra: Uhmm dahil mga ugali niyo ay pare-pareho.

Liam: That's how we are

Leo: So can you move aside, dahil gutom na talaga kami, diba Noah

Noah just nod

The trio walked away fast, Ezra standing there watching the trio walked away from him.

After they buy in the canteen, bumalik sila sa kanilang room at umupo, si Liam at Leo nag chismis kaagad, pero si Noah nag study agad. Pumasok ang Guro, at nagsimulang mag turo.

*After The Class*

Leo: Oi Noah you got the highest score again.

Liam: What did you expect? Kailan pa kaya naging low ang score ni Noah. Si Noah yan bhie.

Leo: Yup, ik

Noah: Thanks Guys

Noah: Come on, let's Go now

Leo an Liam: Ok👌

The Class dismissed at lumabas na sila sa campus.

Leo: Guys may bagong bukas na Cafè dun sa kanto.

Liam: Oo nga, at may mint choco flavor daw sila dun hayyyy *natunaw*

Leo: Hinay hinay lng bhie

Leo: Ikaw Noah, sasabay ka?

Noah: Kayu lng muna

Leo: Arghhh! Come on Noah, minsan ka nlng sumabay

Liam: Sige na Noah

Leo: Yeah Noah pleaseeee

Noah: Fine, i can't argue with my bestfriends

Liam at Leo: YEYYYYYY!!!

Pumunta sila sa Cafè, pag pasok na amaze sila dahil kahit bagong bukas ang tatahimik, at ang design ng shop ay ang gaganda.

Pumunta sila sa counter, nabigla sila dahil ang crew sa counter ay si Ezra.

Ezra: Oh! Didn't expect you guys to come here, uhmm welcome to my family's Cafè.

Noah: Your family's Cafè?

Ezra: Yup!

Ezra: Soooo, what are your order's?

The trio order

Leo: Didn't expect it you know

Liam: Yeah! So anyways ano binili niyo?

Leo: Uhmmm I think it's coffee

Liam: Talaga ba sharmin?

Liam: You Noah what did you bought?

Noah: Uhmm just classic

Liam: Hmnnn the good and the coffee taste really good.

Leo: Yea, let's buy another

Liam: Huyy nextime nanamn, dito kaya tayo mag lunch bukas?

Leo: Uhmm sure

Liam: Ok great, what about you Noah?

Noah: Yeah, sure if kinda like it here

Liam: Ok that is settled, so enjoy na tayo

Noah: Yea

Suddenly Ezra popped out

Ezra: Boo!

Liam and Leo: Oh May God!!!

Ezra: HAHAHAHAH sorry to scared you

Liam and Leo did the bomabastic criminal side eye to Ezra

Leo: You think that's funny?

Liam: Yeah

Ezra: Uhmmm, sorry HAHAHAHA

The Ezra looked at Noah, he just look at him cold.

Ezra gulps

Ezra: hehehehe~

To be continued......

[cocotangaje]

17 Maret 2024

Tadi malem Baskara mampir ke kossan. Main, ngobrol, makeup, dan makan masakan gue. Abis itu ngobrol-ngobrol berlanjut kita berdua review archieve story instagramnya dia sejak 2020.

Ada tuh, nemu. Story waktu dia masih bareng mantannya.

Dia ekspresif ternyata, gue baru tau. Beda sama Baskara yang gue kenal sekarang. Sama mantannya itu mereka fotobox, ngemall, editin capcut mantannya itu dan di post, yada yada. Sementara selama pacaran sama gue, gak pernah sekalipun dia posting apapun menyangkut gue. Cuma gue doang sekali waktu story tentang dia di akun gue. Itupun cuma di love, gak direpost.

Terus gue iseng ngepost editan video bucinan yang pernah gue bikin waktu kita ngedate olahraga bareng di akunnya tanpa sepengetahuan dia. Turns out, dia panik. Setelah gue tanya panik kenapa, dia bilang panik takut ketauan tantenya soalnya dia sekarang ketemu sama guepun bohong dulu yada yada.

Panik banget intinya. Kelabakan.

Sebelum kejadian panik itu, gue sempet liat di ignya ada cewek reply. Bunyinya, "Eh, Bas, udah punya cewek aja nih sekarang."

Gue bacanya kek 🙂🙂🙂. Sepanjang pacaran, satu instagram gue udah tau gue punya cowok. Sedangkan warga instagram dia taunya dia jomblo.

Akhirnya diberantemin disitu. Gue gak tahan aja. Berasa jadi selingkuhan. Didatengin main seringnya sore atau malem, terus dini hari dia pulang lagi. Pernah akhirnya bersedia pertama kalinya ke mall makan sushi setelah lari pagi date, itupun gak disengajain soalnya awalnya mau nuker headset gue ke kkv yang baru dibeli 5 hari tapi langsung bermasalah. Cuma gue saat itu yang pakaiannya proper, dia masih dengan setelan training dan kaos after olahraganya.

Gue bahkan nyampe overthinking, "Apa Bas sebenernya udah punya bini ya???" Soalnya di usia kita yang seumuran dan penghalang tantenya karena dia numpang di rumah tantenya itu tuh agak kontradiktif sama karakter Baskara yang gue tau. Dia seolah tunduk dan takut banget diusir. Padahal dia laki-laki, udah punya izin bekerja resmi sebagai petugas kesehatan rumahsakit, pernah dan sangat mampu bekerja, punya banyak relasi, hanya karena dia sekarang fokus seleksi daftar tni (soalnya sekeluarga besar dia orang begitu semua) dia langsung lemah berdaya gak berguna gitu? Kek gak linear sama cerita-cerita masa kecilnya dia waktu di Medan pontang-panting naik gunung cari kayu buat dijual karena didikan almarhum bapaknya.

Oke mungkin itu emang cita-cita yang sangat dia idam-idamkan dari lama dan dari dia kecil. Inipun seleksi ketiga (dan terakhir) yang dia hampir yakin kalo dia akan berhasil. Tapi kalopun (amit-amit) gak berhasil, yaudah?????? Dia masih bisa banget balik kerja, gak akan juga jadi pengangguran gak berguna karena ya toh karakternya yang gak suka leha-leha? Terus kenapa segitu kelabakannya banget ketauan tante hanya soal dia saat ini numpang??? Oke gue mungkin gak mengerti situasi dia gimana, tapi mengingat dia laki-laki, bukan perempuan abg lemah tanpa pengalaman dan skill apa-apa, harusnya ya gak perlu seberlebihan itu gak sih nyampe bawa-bawa putas-putus segala???

Hanya karena posting ngedate jogging pagi loh.

Beranteman semalem itu gak ada konklusinya apa. Berakhir dengan dia yang merasa tidak dimengerti oleh gue, dan gue yang menuntut penjelasan lebih masuk akal yang gak kunjung dia kasih.

Terus setelah dia pulang, gue langsung nyetel backburner karena kek campur aduk aja. Berasa diduain sama sesuatu yang gue gatau entah itu apa.

Bahkan gue aja gatau "Tante" yang selama ini selalu dia sebut dan takutin karena dia numpang di rumahnya itu adalah sebutan lain dari bininya atau bukan.

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O. KOHAKU > Sweets for you <

Gender neutral reader Order type: Fluff(Vanilla Latte)

BACK SHUFFLE ⨯ SCRIBBLE FESTIVAL

Word count: 543 Written by: KAYU Proofread: KAYU

ORDER: hello! could i req kohaku with a reader that can make him japanese confectionary? thank you all for your hard work!! ヾ(≧▽≦*)o - @00-00bxvx

Kohaku likes Japanese sweets. It’s a known fact. He brightens up whenever he eats them and it’s an extremely rare sight to see – if you take in the fact that he’s basically grumpy at about everywhere if he deems his mood as so.

So to have his lover as someone that can make the sweets that he likes? He’s beaming, glowing even – only in private, of course, he doesn’t want anyone to see him as ‘cute’. No he doesn’t.

But he will give you a small peck or hold your hand more tightly in public if you do give him the sweets that you made. You, as his significant other, knows that he shows his affections in the most discreet ways possible; something that you find adorable.

In the circle that Kohaku’s in, Sweets Fan Club, he definitely shares the sweets that you made for the circle, and somehow, just somehow, all of the sweets are fit to the members’ – Mayoi, HiMERU, Tsukasa and Kohaku – tastes in sweets.

Kohaku takes his pride in that his unit members from Crazy:B gets a little jealous that he gets free sweets – especially Niki, but it’s a secret, which somehow the grey haired boy cannot hide his small jealousy very well.

He does help you out when you’re making the sweets – always asking you if you need help with anything or just simply getting the ingredients that you need to finish them off – he’ll do anything that you ask him for.

Also the type to steal more than one sweet that you set on the counter to cool or to pack when you turn your back on him; but always gets caught. If he’s feeling tired enough he’ll just ask for one instead.

“Hey…”

You turn around and face Kohaku, slumped on the bar char at the counter. You laugh as he reaches out for a mochi, only for his hand to be slapped away lightly with yours. He grumbles and pushes his head in his arms, setting them on the counter as you turn away from him, your back facing the boy.

Peeking at you, he shoots his free arm out as he reaches for the mochi, but is once again cut short as you – with your quick reflexes – take the small tray of the sweet squishy treats away from your significant other. Kohaku pouts, his outstretched arm dropping back on the marble counter as you put the white tray near your own vicinity.

“Can’t I just have one mochi, (y/n)?”

He asks, voice slightly muffled. You think his request through, gloved hand taking one mochi as you hand it over to your lover. Kohaku, feeling the soft plop of the sweet land on his palm, smiles brightly as he eats it, the powdered sugar leaving some white sugar near his mouth.

You see him smile, and you smile too – nothing felt better than seeing people, especially your loved ones, enjoy the sweets that you make with your own talent and skill. Taking a tissue, you lean over and wipe his mouth, taking the remnants of the sugar away with the tissue. Kohaku smiles as you do so, his purple eyes gazing at you with pure adoration.

To him, nothing felt better than today.

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Chapter one: normal days.

New York is a city field of all kinds of people. going from place to place leaving their lives. What everyday people did not know is that there small little world was all fake. For underneath all the coffee dates and business. There is a world of darkness a Shadow world.

In this world, we have guardians called Shadowhunters or “police for Downworlders”. They are humans that have angel blood. The angel blood allows them to use rune to enhance their already heightened natural abilities to battle rouge downworlders or demons.

Jace Lightwood Herondale is one of these guardians. He is a tail man with saggy blind hear and golden eyes his body was covered in black marks and a long sword was griped in his right hand. His eyes were locked on a huge wolf that’s stands in front of him. “Torrent don’t make me do this.” Jace pleads throw his teeth. The wild wolf Just snorts and lunges at Jace.

Jace quickly doges to the side. So fast no mondane could of seen him. The wolf slide on the wet grass of Central Park. It turns and finds Jace right in front if it’s face. Jace brings his sword down quickly and blood shouts out from the wolf’s head and now a human ear lays on the grass. “Torrent you have broken the law and if you continue to hunt Mondanes I will be forst to kill you.” Jace grips his sword handle ready for another attack.

“Torrent he will do it” says a girl voice. Jace smirks as a black girl walks up behind him. “It's about time you got here Maia.” Jace says as his body losses.

“Sorry the pack was on a hunt last night. I did not get your note tell today.” Maia replies. Maia Roberts was the leader of the New York wolf pack. She was a slender girl with curly black hair. She did have a aura of leadership to her. “Did you have to cut his ear off?” She asks.

“It was a ear or his life. I think the ear was a batter idea.” Jace snickers. Slow the huge wolf turned back into a teen boy with his left ear cut off.

“I will kill you shadowhunter!” Torrent snapped. Maia looks at Torrent with a stern look and he drops his head in somishen.

“Lisson cub and lisson good you got a chose to make. Join my pack and deal with the punishment I give you or.” Maia says

“Or I kill you for breaking the Law” Jace smirks. Torrent looked form Maia and Jace then charged at them full speed his transformation beginning. Maia was way more skilled and was able to change in to her wolf form in a split second and attacked Torrent her jaws biting down on his throat. Jace sheaths his sword and shakes his head in disapment. There is a loud snapping sound and Torrents human body falls to the grass. Maia turns back to normal spitting out blood. “I really don’t like having to do that.” She spits out angrily.

“I know Maia but he left us no choose. If he head not joined your pack the clave would of sent the order to kill him. He murdered four Mondanes.” Jace stats laying a hand on Maia shoulder.

“I know but it still sucks. We will deal with the body. He is of are kind after all. A child of the moon.” Maia gives a wisale and two very big men come out of the tree line and pick up the body. One slow picks up the ear and holds it out with two fingers. They nodded at Maia and walk off. “Say where is Clary and the others?” Maia asked looking around.

“Clary is with her mom and Luke getting them saddled in at the academy. Alec and Magnus are off somewhere with the boys. Ask for Izzy and Simon there still on their honeymoon.” Jace says with a black face.

“Man how long they going to be in Israel?” Maia retorts. Jace just shrugs. The two walk over to the street where his Motorcycle sits. “You have a Vampire bike?” She asks.

Jace smirks and looks at his bike with admiration. “Yep the Vamp clan made it for me after that event with the ogre attack on the hotels dumort.” He responds with joy. Maia just shakes her head and start off for the subway. “See ya later blondy” she waves. “Later fle bags,” Jace chuckles and jumps on his bike and speeds off.

In Manhattan live Magnus and Alec. In side there home kayus is happening. Max a blue skinned worlock child is running after a young black haired shadowhunter child named Raphael. “Daddy help!!!” Raphael says running into the kitchen and ducking be hind Alec’s leg.

“Wow wow wow what’s going on?” Alec asks looking at his boys.

“Dad he broke my Harry Potter wand.” Max says holding up two pieces of a toy wand.

“I didn't mean to I was just practicing my dagger throws Ankle Jace showed me.” Raphael cry’s.

Alec lets out a heavy sigh. “Where's papa?”

“He was in the study last we saw him.” Max says glaring at his younger brother. Raphael head more behind Alec.

“Ok Max we will get you a new wand and Raphael no more knife throwing in bedrooms.” Alec takes the wand from Max and then rifles both his boys hair. “Go play with Chairman Meow for a bit boys.” The two kids hug their Dad and runoff and a few scents later there is the sound of a cat crying out in tirrer. “I side play not kill!”

Alec walks in to the studies to see his Husband setting behind his disk. Magnus is a strap dresser and has his very own still. However today Magnus was dressed in a old gray sweater and black sweats. His black hair was tasseled like he head been holding his hands in his hair. Alec cross the room so quiet and light. He kisses his Husbands cheek. Slow Magnus looks up and smiles.

“Hey there my handsome man.” Magnus says and is cut off by Alec kissing his lips.

“You ok Magnus? You look like you seen a ghosts?” Alec inquirers.

“Oh yes fine fine it’s just a letter from someone wanting my sirves.” Magnus explains shifting the latter he was reading under some other papers. Alec looks unaffected. “Well I need to go in to town Max wand is broken and we need milk.” Alec says and heads for the door. “The boys are playing with the cat.” Alec says and opens the steady door. Chairman mew came running into the room and hides under Magnus disk. “Playing?” Magnus says raising his left eyebrow. Alec shrugs and walks out of the office.

A week later Jace sits in the library. Behind a large oak desk with angels holding up each end. On the desk papers are everywhere. Some in piles others just scattered around the desk. A few are all crumpled up in balls. A young 20 year old girl with fire red hair walks in to the Library and over to Jace and kisses his cheek. “Hello hottie.”

“Hey there Clary.” Jace says smiling up at the girl.

“They are all in the main yard and the others will be here soon.” Clary says smiling. Jace hangs his head down

“Man why are we doing this again?” He asks

“Because we are a institute and the clave wants us to and I love to see you tell the Console no” Clary responds pulling Jace to his feet. The two walk out of the library and head down to the front of the Institute.

In the main yard stands three other people. Two guys and a girl. One of the men is Alec Lightwood. The other guy is kind of scrawny compared to Jace and Alec his hair was plain brown and it was ruffled. He was wearing black jeans and a black T-shirt with the words the mortal instruments on the front. This was Simon Lovelace. Standing next to Simon was a girl with long black hair she was in a short black skirt that come to just above her knees and a black string tank top with a black leather jacket. This was Isabelle Lightwood.

“Magnus gone to get them?” Clary asks walking up holding on to Jace arms. Alec just nods.

“We’re are the boys?” Isabella asks.

“With mom” Alec answers.

“You guys get moved in?” Clary inquiries looking at Simon and Isabelle.

“Yes we did thanks for that huge room.” Isabelle smiles.

“It was the farthest from our room I don’t want to hear you newlyweds all night.” Jace snickers.

“Oh ya like we had to deal with the two of you.” Simon retorts. Jace was not able to use a come back because a blue portal opens up.

Magnus Bane walks out of it smiling. “Right this way kiddos.”

Out of the portal rolls a young man with brown hair and a average build . After him tumbled a girl with poofy brown hair and a slender body. Once that girl was out of the way a younger boy with black hair shaved down to the skull and was a skinny toothpick came flying out Superman style and finally a small girl with long reddish brown hair down to her butt and a slim build walked out like any other normal ShadowHunter would.

“On your feet and line up!” Jace shouts and the four teens scramble to their feet and line up shoulder to shoulder. “Ok newbies I am going to only say this once and if you don’t get it to bad. I am Jace Lightwood Herondale and this is Clary Fray Fairchild.” Jace says and points to Clary who gives a light wave. “We run this place. You will be sent on missions by us. Simon will be your physical trainer and Izzy will be your weapons master.” He adds and then points to Simon and Isabelle. “Most of your are from the dregs class and one is from the elite class. The one that is form the elite class you go nowhere in this city without one of us! Now I want your names and were you lived before here.” He finishes.

The tallest teen steps forward and with a very british accent says. “Mekyle form London.”

Next is the girl with puffy hair. “Angelique form Texas.”

Then the Superman diver steps forward.

“Xander from Queens, New York.”

And last the small redhead skipped up and seemed to be jumping out of her skin. “I am Ruthie from Europe and can I just say I am so honored to be here working with legends.”

“Hold up this is one of the group of Shadowhunters. You been fangirling over?” Angelique asks looking down the line at the jittery Ruthie.

“Yes this is the shadowhunter that ended not only the mortal war but the Dark war also.” Ruthie adds bouncing on her heels.

“Then that means your Headmistress Jocelyn’s kid?” Xander chimes in looking at Clary. Clary just smiles and nods.

“Guys I need to get going to the meeting with Maya and Lily” Alec says.

“No way the leaders of the Vampire and lycan clans!” Angelique squeals in excitement.

“Umm ya” Alec says a little shocked.

“Don’t mind her. Her focus of study was Downworlders and politics.” Xander says.

“Welp maybe next time you can tag along.” Alec smiles and grabs Magnus hand and turns to walk away.

“Ok Newbie head inside and find your own room.” Jace says. All the teens nod pick up their bags and head into the Institute. “This is going to be a pain.” Jace says after all the teens were in the building.

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Hati hati gunakan jempol mu :)

Tumb,

Ku baru mantengin timeline twitter. Trus ada yang dulu jadi seleb tumblr sekarang terjun ke politik. Beliau bikin thread yang menuai komen sensi.

Ku baca reply-reply an nya. Ngeri-ngeri yah komentar para netizen ini.

Hmm emang benar kalik yah kalau politik itu nuansanya abu abu. Sekarang koalisi, besok oposisi. Sekarang perang argumen, besok mesra-mesra an.

Kalau udah jadi public figur yang sering wara wiri di media digital, konten yang akan disampaikan emang perlu banget sih untuk difilter baik-baik.

Karena gak semua orang yang nonton dan dengar punya kecerdasan untuk menganalisis atau mencari tahu lebih dalam. Apalagi di negara kita yang tingkat literasi nya masih belum mencapai angka memuaskan.

Gimana coba kalau info yang disebarkan itu langsung ditelan bulat bulat sama masyarakat awam yang menganggap bahwa opini para public figur adalah sesuatu yang tidak perlu dipertanyakan lagi. Gimana kalau mereka beranggapan,

“Kan public figur itu orang cerdas, mari kita percaya.”

Menanggapi hal ginian, aku jadi ingat sama beberapa masyarakat yang masih menolak untuk imunisasi anak nya. Menolak karena berpegang teguh pada apa yang mereka percaya. Meski sudah diberikan pendidikan kesehatan tentang imunisasi dan segala bahaya yang timbul jika tidak mendapatkan imunisasi tapi tetap saja angka cakupan imunisasi di indonesia belum optimal.

Teman aku tergabung dengan satu grup wassap di kampung nya. Isinya ibuk ibuk dan bapak bapak.

Satu kali dia pernah menunjukkan postingan di grup wassap tersebut yang menginfokan kalau imunisasi pada anak merupakan hal yang berbahaya. Tidak dianjurkan. Berbahaya. Yang membuat vaksin adalah orang goblok. Kok kuman dimasukkan ke dalam tubuh. Kan bego.

Tumb, bayangin yang ngomong ini adalah seseorang yang cukup berpengaruh di daerah itu.

Bayangin ada berapa keluarga yang akhirnya manut manut setuju dengan postingan itu kemudian membulatkan tekad untuk tidak mengimunisasi anak nya. Kemudian menyebarluaskan info tersebut. Kemudian mengajak lebih banyak orang untuk tidak diimunisasi.

Gimana?!!. Bahaya kan. Makanya jangan anggap remeh postingan kayak gitu.

Gak semua orang punya kecerdasan untuk menganalisis informasi baru.

Pun mengapa kadang yah aku suka keki banget sama respon rangorang terhadap suatu kejadian. Di media sosial langsung posting berita tersebut kemudian turut menyampaikan rasa prihatin nya lalu diakhiri dengan mengecam bahkan mengutuk pihak pihak yang terkait.

Aku bertanya-tanya,

Dia udah menganalisis berita itu gak sih?. Dia udah baca media yang terpercaya belum sih?. Dia udah tahu sejarahnya belum sih?. Dia udah kroscek berita itu kemana saja?. Apa cuman baca dari postingan di grup wassap.

Kalau belum bisa menganalisis sebuah informasi dengan baik, maka berhentilah marah-marah dan mengecam pihak terkait. Berhentilah berlaku layaknya netizen yang maha benar dan maha tahu segala hal.

Dan yah, hati hati gunakan jempol mu. Karena netizen mengintai mu :p

- Gladiol yang udah harum minyak kayu putihhh :)

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Apa yang dilakukan seorang Arsitek?

“One day Alice came to a crossroads and saw a Cheshire cat in a tree. Which path do I take? he asked. Where do you want to go? is the response. I don't know, Alice replied. Then, say

cat, that's fine."

– Alice in Wonderland by Lewis Carroll

Nasihat kucing juga bagus untuk (calon) jasa arsitek. Mencari tahu ke mana Anda ingin pergi adalah lebih dari setengah pertempuran. Jika Anda, atau seseorang yang Anda kenal, sedang mempertimbangkan bidang arsitektur sebagai karier, berikut adalah beberapa informasi yang harus mereka baca. Percayalah ... Saya seorang Arsitek.

Setiap arsitek pernah mengalaminya: jeda canggung yang saya dapatkan setelah seseorang mendengar apa yang saya lakukan untuk mencari nafkah. "Saya seorang arsitek," jawab saya.

Kesunyian.

Saya mencoba mencari tahu apa yang dipikirkan orang lain, tetapi tidak pernah melakukannya. Saya bertanya-tanya: “Apakah mereka pikir saya menghasilkan banyak uang? Apakah mereka pikir saya harus sangat artistik dan berbakat? Atau apakah mereka berpikir ... "Saya seharusnya sudah menebak, mereka memakai kacamata funky itu."

Sebaliknya saya mendengar, "Oh, jadi Anda suka, eh, mendesain bangunan?".

"Eh, ya, saya mendesain bangunan," jawab saya, dengan tidak nyaman menggeser berat badan saya dari kiri ke kanan. Saya menemukan ini biasanya merupakan respons terbaik, tetapi apa yang sebenarnya saya pikirkan adalah – “Sheesh, saya tidak pernah mendesain bangunan sepanjang karir saya!” Selengkapnya lain waktu.

Saya sudah mencoba pendekatan lain, tetapi respons ini tampaknya membuat percakapan terus berlanjut.

Jadi Apa yang Dilakukan Seorang Arsitek?

Tanyakan kepada arsitek yang berbeda rincian tugas pekerjaan sehari-harinya dan Anda akan mendapatkan jawaban yang berbeda setiap saat. Apa yang dilakukan seorang arsitek setiap hari bergantung pada tempat tinggal mereka (kota besar atau kota kecil), jenis perusahaan tempat mereka bekerja, dan berbagai faktor lainnya.

Sebelum memutuskan menjadi seorang arsitek, cari tahu seperti apa hari kerja ideal Anda, lalu cari kecocokan di bawah ini. Berikut adalah beberapa deskripsi pekerjaan untuk arsitek:

Arsitek desain di perusahaan besar – Perusahaan besar memiliki seluruh tim yang hanya berfokus pada desain awal sebuah proyek. Jika Anda bekerja di sebuah perusahaan besar, Anda akan tinggal di wilayah metropolitan yang besar seperti New York, Houston, Los Angeles, dll. Jika ini adalah pekerjaan ideal Anda, tinggal di kota kecil tidak mungkin. Ini akan menjadi jalan-jalan dan jalan-jalan yang sibuk untuk Anda. Arsitek desain terlibat dalam sisi artistik dari proses: membuat sketsa tangan, membuat gambar awal proyek yang dihasilkan komputer, dan menyusun presentasi untuk klien. Arsitek-arsitek ini memiliki kemampuan artistik yang kuat dan banyak hari mereka dihabiskan untuk aktivitas otak kanan (visualisasi kreatif). 

Jika Anda suka membuat gambar yang indah dari awal, dapat menggambar dengan baik, dan berbakat dengan Adobe Photoshop, SketchUp, dan 3d Studio VIZ, Anda akan senang berada di tim desain dan Anda harus mencoba bekerja di perusahaan besar. Masih akan ada larut malam bersiap-siap untuk presentasi klien dan tenggat waktu kompetisi, tetapi apa yang dimaksud dengan larut malam ketika Anda melakukan sesuatu yang Anda sukai? Salah satu kelemahan berada di tim desain adalah Anda tidak akan terlibat dalam fase proyek selanjutnya. 

Anda tidak akan terlibat dalam menggambar rencana bangunan, atau bagaimana proyek dibangun. Tim desain biasanya terdiri dari beberapa anggota senior yang ahli dalam menggambar tradisional (pena dan pensil) dan anggota yang lebih muda yang ahli dengan alat digital terbaru. 

Perhatikan bahwa persaingan untuk pekerjaan ini sangat ketat karena inilah yang disukai sebagian besar arsitek. Untuk bersaing di arena ini, Anda memerlukan portofolio yang kuat yang menunjukkan keterampilan artistik Anda. Namun, jika Anda lebih suka terlibat dalam semua aspek proyek, pekerjaan ini mungkin bukan untuk Anda.

Arsitek produksi di sebuah perusahaan besar – Perusahaan besar memiliki arsitek dan pekerja magang yang bekerja secara eksklusif pada produksi denah bangunan atau “cetak biru” (arsitek menyebutnya sebagai “gambar konstruksi”). 

Rencana ini adalah apa yang akan digunakan kontraktor untuk membangun gedung. Arsitek muda yang tidak berlisensi di tim produksi (berpengalaman hingga 10 tahun) menghabiskan hari mereka memperbaiki atau memodifikasi rencana bangunan dengan perangkat lunak CAD atau BIM. 

Pekerjaan ini melibatkan peregangan panjang sambil duduk melakukan hal yang sama berulang-ulang (misalnya, menggambar sekrup di sepotong kayu). Beberapa arsitek tidak menyukai ini, yang lain menyukainya. Bekerja dalam tim produksi memberi arsitek kemampuan untuk memahami bagaimana sebuah bangunan dibangun dan bagaimana detailnya cocok satu sama lain. 

Arsitek-arsitek ini tidak mendesain bangunan dan tidak menciptakan citra seksi bangunan yang sering kita kaitkan dengan arsitek – itulah tim desain yang disebutkan di atas, ingat? Jika Anda lapar untuk berpartisipasi dalam desain bangunan dan menggambar gambar yang cantik, pekerjaan ini mungkin bukan untuk Anda.

Prinsipal di perusahaan besar – prinsipal atau mitra telah mencapai puncak perusahaan besar. Kepala sekolah dibayar dengan baik ($100-200k) karena mereka memiliki banyak pengalaman (20+ tahun) serta hubungan dan koneksi yang menguntungkan (misalnya mereka mendatangkan pekerjaan baru) . 

Mereka sering menarik 6 angka ditambah gaji dan terlibat dalam desain dan perencanaan proyek. Persentase yang sangat kecil dari arsitek yang berpraktik adalah kepala sekolah di perusahaan besar. Jika Anda membuat pilihan yang tepat dalam karier Anda, Anda bisa sampai di sini pada usia 50-an. Jangan berharap lebih cepat. Jika Anda ingin menang cepat, jadilah pengacara.

Administrasi Kontrak – beberapa arsitek bekerja secara eksklusif pada proyek yang sedang dalam proses pembangunan. Mereka menjawab pertanyaan yang mungkin dimiliki pembangun tentang gambar konstruksi ('gambar'). Waktu mereka dihabiskan untuk berbicara dengan pembangun (10%), meneliti gambar (10%), mengunjungi lokasi kerja (50%) dan mengkoordinasikan koreksi gambar (30% – ya kesalahan terjadi). 

Jika Anda senang berada di luar, pergi ke rapat dan tenang di bawah tekanan (kritik), Anda mungkin ingin masuk ke administrasi kontrak. Perhatikan bahwa banyak arsitek yang terlibat dalam administrasi kontrak duduk di depan komputer sepanjang hari. Jika Anda benar-benar ingin menghabiskan hari-hari Anda di luar rumah, bekerjalah untuk kontraktor. Arsitek yang bekerja di bidang administrasi kontrak biasanya adalah arsitek senior yang sudah berusia sekitar 20+ tahun karena pekerjaan ini membutuhkan pengalaman yang mendalam.

Spec (spesifikasi) Writer – beberapa arsitek menghabiskan hari-hari mereka menyusun buku tebal 'spesifikasi proyek'. Ini bukan gambar, tetapi deskripsi fisik dari standar kualitas dan bahan yang harus digunakan untuk membangun sebuah proyek. 

Misalnya, spesifikasi memberi tahu pembangun cat apa yang digunakan saat mengecat baja di luar ruangan, dan kualitas baja yang digunakan untuk membingkai dinding. Arsitek ini menghabiskan hari-hari mereka untuk meneliti bahan bangunan dan mengedit dokumen Word yang besar. Jika Anda senang membaca dan menulis manual teknis, maka Anda mungkin ingin mempertimbangkan untuk menjadi penulis spesifikasi! 

Perhatikan bahwa penulisan spesifikasi bukanlah posisi tingkat pemula, sebagian besar penulis spesifikasi adalah profesional karir menengah hingga akhir. Arsitek ini tidak menggambar sama sekali, jadi jika Anda tidak suka menggambar atau tidak artistik, Anda masih bisa menjadi penulis spek yang hebat.

Arsitek di perusahaan menengah hingga kecil – arsitek di perusahaan menengah hingga kecil mungkin tidak memiliki kesempatan untuk bekerja di gedung pencakar langit besar atau proyek monumental, tetapi karena perusahaan ini lebih kecil, arsitek ini mendapatkan lebih banyak kesempatan untuk terlibat dalam setiap aspek dari sebuah proyek. 

Sebagian besar arsitek tingkat atas (20+ tahun) melakukan sedikit dari segalanya. Mereka mungkin melakukan sedikit desain, bertemu dengan klien, dan mengelola arsitek junior. Saya cukup yakin ini yang dilakukan Bob.

Praktisi tunggal atau pemilik firma – banyak orang masuk ke arsitektur karena mereka bermimpi memiliki firma mereka sendiri atau 'menjadi bos mereka sendiri'. Imbalan dan fleksibilitas memulai firma arsitektur Anda sendiri menarik bagi banyak orang, tetapi sulit, jika bukan tidak mungkin, jika Anda tidak memiliki pasangan dengan penghasilan yang sehat. Praktisi tunggal dan pemilik perusahaan kecil bekerja berjam-jam dan berurusan dengan keuangan yang ketat. 

Gaji khas untuk arsitek solo (pengalaman 10+ tahun) berkisar antara $60k dan $70ka per tahun, jadi jika Anda ingin cepat kaya, pikirkan sebelum melompat (ps saya menulis tentang tantangan memulai firma arsitektur di BusinessofArchitecture.com) . Jika di sisi lain Anda suka memakai banyak topi, tidak peduli dengan tanggung jawab dan menghargai fleksibilitas, ini bisa menjadi jalan yang bermanfaat.

Magang (pengalaman 0-5 tahun) – Saya tidak bisa meninggalkan magang. Sebelum Anda dapat mencapai salah satu posisi di atas, Anda harus melewati 3-5 tahun magang melakukan (kebanyakan) tugas-tugas kasar 8 jam sehari duduk di depan komputer. 

Satu-satunya pekerja magang yang melakukan desain bangunan (gambar cantik yang dipikirkan orang ketika mereka berpikir 'arsitek') sepanjang hari bekerja di perusahaan besar sebagai bagian dari tim desain (lihat arsitek desain di perusahaan besar di atas). Magang di perusahaan kecil mungkin melakukan beberapa pekerjaan kreatif, tetapi sebagian besar hari mereka dihabiskan untuk menggambar di komputer.

Tidak mungkin untuk mencakup semua deskripsi pekerjaan arsitek yang mungkin, tetapi ini adalah awal yang sehat. Jika Anda mempertimbangkan karier, bicaralah dengan beberapa arsitek lokal dan lihat apakah Anda dapat membayangi satu atau dua hari. Apa yang Anda pelajari sekarang akan membayar dividen nanti. Hal ini juga sama dengan berbagai perusahaan yang fokus misalnya seperti berbagai perusahaan wastewater treatment plant, dan lain sebagainya.

Penting untuk memutuskan apa yang paling Anda sukai sehingga Anda dapat mengarahkan karier Anda ke arah itu. Beberapa arsitek mendesain rumah. Beberapa sekolah desain. Masing-masing adalah pengalaman yang sangat berbeda. Beberapa arsitek duduk di meja sepanjang hari. 

Beberapa arsitek berada di luar sepanjang hari mengunjungi lokasi konstruksi. Beberapa arsitek menggambar sepanjang hari. Beberapa arsitek tidak pernah menggambar. Dan beberapa arsitek melakukan sedikit dari segalanya. Jadi jika kita bertemu di jalan suatu hari nanti dan Anda bertanya kepada saya apa yang saya lakukan, ketika saya menjawab "Saya seorang arsitek", mungkin Anda akan mengerti.

[tempatn]

30 Favorite Things

Cuma iseng aja, pingin aja mendokumentasikan kesukaan sendiri hehe, mungkin akan bertambah nantinya.

Makanan: manis (martabak coklat-keju/coklat-kacang, donat J.co almond crispy, roti bakar keju-gula aren/coklat); pedas (ayam geprek, indomie pedas, makaroni ngehe, kripset); kuah (bakso/mie ayam abang2, pempek) Minuman: susu full-cream/vanilla, kopi susu, susu kurma

Kopi susu kekinian: dibawah tangga, animo, family mart

Snack: cheetos

Indomie: original, ayam geprek, rendang, ayam bawang, seblak

buah/sayur: pir, jeruk kecil

Warna: earth-tone (buat outfit), monochrome (buat barang)

Scent: cuddle (zwitsal, kayu putih/telon)

Aksesoris: jam tangan

haircut: pendek sebahu

fashion style: simpel, kalau sekarang agak feminim lah

vacation: urban-travelling pokoknya kayak keliling kota sambil hunting foto, kulineran kaki lima; nongkrong di cafe yang bagus desain interiornya sambil deep-talk; pergi ke galeri seni, museum (yang nggak serem vibes-nya wkwk), perpustakaan, showroom (ikea, ace hardware, gramedia yang stationary/house-ware shop); stay-cation

Tempat: di rumah, di dalam kamar, pas lagi sendirian wkwk

alam: pantai

Restaurant/cafe: upnormal (ini kalau lagu nugas/kerja)

brand: uniqlo, muji, ikea

Genre film: passion/dream (5cm, Dream High, Startup), romance-comedy (reply 1988), genuine-romance (flipped, august rush) *jarang nonton sebenarnya sih

film Indonesia: filosofi kopi, 5cm

cartoon/anime: perusha, princess comet (girly abis wkwk)

Drama korea: dream high (2011), tentang sekolah seni, menginspirasi banget karena waktu itu persiapan mas

huk FSRD, trus jadi belajar main gitar lagi karena terinspirasi IU. Dan ceritanya juga emang bagus sih

band korea: 2PM, EXO

genre musik: folks Indonesia

band:

lagu

games: onet, pet society

emoji:

hari: sabtu pagi

buku: wah nggak ada sih, ngerasa baca buku tuh kewajiban

pelajaran: seni budaya, bahasa, bimbingan konseling

olahraga: bulu tangkis, berenang *meskipun sebenarnya nggak suka olahraga wkwk

fase kehidupan: kuliah menjelang tingkat akhir, fresh-graduate sampai sekarang. Karena merasa bertumbuh di fase ini

aktivitas: brainstorming, sharing (ngonten, ngobrol), belajar (mencari tahu hal-hal baru

morning-routine: subuh, sarapan pagi sambil family time, mikir apa yang harus dipikirn (kegiatan yang mau dikerjakan di hari itu, ide-ide baru), olahraga kalau nggak mager, skincare

liburan/relax: scrolling handphone, nonton youtube, ngobrol dengan orang yang asik, jalan-jalan, ngonten

sosok inspiratif: entrepreneur (alm. ayah, kakak2 di badr, fellexandro ruby, fardi yandi, marchella fp, woman (ibu, nenek, tante, marchella fp,

[mononijikayu]

toothbrush — nanami kento.

At times, Kento thought that you should just sleep here, rest here until you had enough rest. The idea of waking up next to you, of starting his day with your presence beside him, filled him with a warmth he hadn't felt in a long time. He wanted to cook you breakfast, to share a leisurely morning with you as the sun rose, painting the room in soft hues of gold and pink. The simple pleasure of a shared meal, of casual conversation over coffee, seemed incredibly precious.

GENRE: alternate universe - modern au!

WARNING/S: alternate universe - canon convergence, ceo! nanami, rated 18 and above, explicit content, strangers to lovers, one night stand, p to v sex, lirting, seduction, romance, humor, fluff, comfort/no hurt, mention of alchohol, mention of sexual euphemisms, depiction of explicit sexual content, depiction of drinking and alcoholic drinks;

LISTEN: toothbrush by dnce

NOTE: i chose the youtube lyric video of the song because that's how i imagine reader leaving nanami and the thoughts of the song is just nanami waking up to you leaving. the ending of in bed together, that's how the ending is. anyway, just one mroe and side 700 is going to be complete and i can write ashes of love again. thank you for being patient with me!!! i love you~

masterlist

kayu's playlist — side 700;

HE REALLY DIDN’T DO THIS MUCH. Nanami Kento sat at the corner of the dimly lit bar, nursing a glass of whiskey. He untied the knots of his tie, loosening it slightly as he savored the quiet moments, the noise of the world fading into the background, replaced by the soft hum of conversation and the clinking of glasses. It was a rare evening where he allowed himself to unwind, to escape the relentless demands of being a CEO.

He sighed, taking another sip of his drink, feeling the warmth spread through his chest. The bar was a sanctuary of sorts, a place where he could forget about the spreadsheets, board meetings, and the constant pressure of making decisions. Here, he could just be Kento, not Nanami Kento, the powerful executive.

You slid onto the barstool beside him, your presence drawing his attention. He glanced at you, his gaze lingering for a moment longer than usual. There was something about you that intrigued him, something that made him want to know more. Your eyes met, and a smile played on your lips as you introduced yourself.

"Hi, it’s nice to meet you," you said, extending your hand with a warm smile.

Kento looked up from his drink, his eyes locking onto yours. There was a brief moment of hesitation before he took your hand, his grip firm yet gentle. "Kento," he replied, his voice smooth and deep. "Nice to meet you."

The simple exchange seemed to spark an immediate connection, a current of electricity passing between you. His eyes lingered on yours, and you noticed the hint of a smile playing at the corners of his lips. You slid onto the barstool next to him, feeling an inexplicable ease in his presence.

"I haven't seen you here before," you remarked, trying to ease into the conversation. "Do you come here often?"

Kento chuckled softly, shaking his head. "No, not really. Just needed a break from the usual routine. How about you?"

You nodded, swirling the drink in your glass. "It's one of my favorite spots. There's something comforting about the atmosphere here. It's a nice escape."

He nodded, his gaze thoughtful. "I can see that. Sometimes, it's good to step away from everything, find a place where you can just... breathe."

You smiled, appreciating his sentiment. "Exactly. So, what do you do when you're not finding solace in dimly lit bars?"

He leaned back slightly, a small sigh escaping his lips. "I run a company. CEO life isn't exactly a walk in the park."

Your eyebrows raised in surprise. "A CEO, huh? That's impressive. Must be pretty demanding."

"It is," he admitted, his eyes meeting yours again. "But tonight, I'm just Kento. No titles, no responsibilities. Just... me."

There was a vulnerability in his words that caught you off guard, making you see him in a new light. "Well, Kento, it's just nice to know we feel the same."

The conversation flowed effortlessly from that point, each of you peeling back layers of your lives. You talked about your passions, your dreams, and the little things that made life worth living. He listened intently, his eyes never straying from yours, as if he was genuinely interested in every word you said.

As the night wore on, the bar around you seemed to fade away, leaving just the two of you in your own little world. The flirtation became more pronounced, the touches more lingering. When your fingers brushed against his while reaching for your glass, a spark ignited, sending a thrill down your spine.

"It's nice, drinking here beside you," Nanami confessed, his voice low and sincere. 

“It was nice to have you with me too.” You leaned in closer, your breath warm against his ear as you whispered something that made him smile—a rare and genuine smile. 

“I should say the same thing.” He smiles at you, holding the rim of his own glass. “You make me feel like something nice after a long day.”

"Oh, you have no idea how good it is, to know you.." you said, your voice a little softer, "I didn't expect to have such a good time tonight. It is…rare. To find someone interesting.”

"Neither did I." Kento replied, his gaze intense. "But I'm glad I came. Meeting you... it feels like a breath of fresh air."

The sincerity in his words touched you deeply, and you found yourself leaning closer, drawn to him in a way that felt both exciting and inevitable. "Do you want to get out of here?" you asked, your heart racing.

His eyes darkened with desire, a smile tugging at his lips. "I thought you'd never ask."

The walk to his place was filled with anticipation, your fingers brushing against each other as you navigated the quiet streets. When you finally reached his apartment, he opened the door and led you inside, the atmosphere charged with unspoken promise.

The rest of your time sober was blurred into a haze of shared stories, laughter, and fleeting touches. Eventually, he brought out some wine. And another one. And it was all tipsy from then. The decision was made in a heartbeat, a shared understanding passing between you. You wanted to experience ecstasy. You could see it in each other’s eyes, trembling with want. With relief. With desire.

The things that followed was a whirlwind of passion and intimacy, a connection that felt both new and familiar. You let him take you to bed, one kiss pulling you harder than gravity in itself. You found yourselves lost in each other’s magnetic pull, exploring every inch of skin, every whispered word. When you finally fell asleep, it was in his arms, feeling a sense of belonging that was as unexpected as it was welcome.

The heat burned off your skin, as flesh echoed on flesh with passionate warmth. You didn’t notice it but you couldn’t help but let your heels dig into the center of his lower back, moaning against him. He liked it a lot, that you were doing all you could to pull him closer, deeper — more of him into you. It was a greedy little desire, but he couldn’t help but let his throat rumble with approval, feeling your tender hands press harshly against the depths of his own hot skin. You were such a little thing, fitting in the confines of his body’s wholeness. 

You couldn’t help it, but you were a wanton little thing. It was just what Kento needed. It was the way you were pushing and pulling —- arching your back at the perfect angles, ripping his back apart with your sharp bright, colorful nails with his own flesh and blood. He wanted to drown in each harmony of pleasure from your lips. It felt like the song of heaven to him, calling out to him as he dug deeper and deeper towards the crevices of your pleasures. 

But Kento thinks it still isn't enough for him. But somehow, it was all he wanted. At times it was just right. And all at once, it's too much to bear. It was a semblance of emotions, of pleasures that he had never explored before. There was so much depth to fucking you. Layers and layers to how you suck him in, to how you take him in. To how your cunt just lets him make a home inside of you. To mold your womb to his shape. And you egg him on, over and over with your delicious incoherent pleasure–ridden screams. 

Your pretty doe eyes are dangling across the space as he switches position, pulling your legs just right up the small of his back. You yelp as he enters you deeper. He settled himself, kneeling on the bed, and leaned forward. You whimper, your eye rolling back further as you become more fucked out.  He couldn’t help but be pleased with himself. There was nothing that you can think about. Nothing else mattered, other than him and this pleasure.

The weight of him was crushing you whole, as though there was nothing but that pleasurable oblivion. He was quite a muscular man, after all. Yet you couldn’t care much, despite the fact that he was heavy on top of you. Or the fact that it feels as though he's going to spur you out of air, suffocating you with pleasure. You were a masochist in a sense. You told him that. You want him to crush you. And each moan begging him to go faster, to push deeper over and over —- it confirms it all.

Kento allows his lips to thank you with tender blossoms against your flesh. But in that moment, he buries his head against your jaw, his ragged raspy moans rapidly marking every inch of skin with his brutal, hot kisses. One after another, it was an experience. Your neck with his brutal kiss of his teeth, leaving metallic essence against his lips as you wail against him. You feel a trail of sweat pouring out with your sweet tears, his hot breath making your skin burn harder than ever before. 

You couldn’t see straight anymore. But you didn’t care. Not even when your eyes roll back inside your head, as he pistons into you harder and harder. His grip on you gets tighter and tighter as your toes slowly curl against the small of his back. Drool falls against the side of your lips as you let Kento’s hands rest against the small of your ass, gripping as tightly as he could. Your breath gets stuck in your already dry throat. You were close again. You don’t know how many times this man has made you cum. But you know that he was too good. It was all too good.

The sensation is overwhelming, a perfect blend of pleasure and intensity that leaves you gasping for air. Every thrust, every movement pushes you closer to the edge, and you cling to him as if he's the only thing grounding you. The world outside ceases to exist; it's just you and him, lost in this moment of raw passion 

Your nails dig into his back once more, leaving traced marks that he doesn't seem to mind. In fact, the way his breath hitches over and over again and his grip tightens on you tells you he likes it, to keep doing it. He liked being marked by you. And he hopes there’s more times like this. He hopes he can keep getting marked by you like this. His rhythm never falters, each roll of his hips sending waves of pleasure through your body, making you shudder and moan his name.

"Kento," you gasp, your voice a mix of desperation and ecstasy. He responds with a low growl, his lips finding your ear, whispering words that send shivers down your spine. “‘bout to c-come…oh! oh! m-more….more! Please!”

His eyes looked at you, dark with pleasure. “Then come, honey. Let me feel you sweeten my cock like that.”

You're teetering on the brink, the intensity building until it feels like you might burst. His pace quickens, and you feel the tension coil inside you, ready to snap. With one final, powerful thrust, you come undone, your body convulsing in his arms as you cry out in pleasure.

He follows soon after, his body tensing before he collapses on top of you, both of you spent and breathless.  You could feel the heat of his cum overflow inside of you. There was too much. And he doesn’t yet pull out. And you didn’t want him to, still locking your legs against the edge of his back. For a moment, you lie there in a tangled mess of limbs, the only sound in the room your ragged breaths and the pounding of your hearts.

Finally, he lifts his head, his brown eyes meeting yours. There's a softness there, a look that tells you this was more than just a physical connection. You smiled exhaustedly, brushing a strand of hair from his forehead, and he returned the gesture, his fingers gently caressing your cheek with all the tenderness in the world.

"You're incredible." he murmurs, pressing a tender kiss to your lips. You smile against his mouth, feeling a warmth spread through your chest that has nothing to do with the heat of the moment and everything to do with the man holding you. “Truly.”

As you both drift off to sleep, still wrapped in each other's arms, you know this is just the beginning of something extraordinary.

He didn’t think he’d wake up alone. The morning sunlight streamed through the curtains, casting a soft glow on the room. He groaned quietly, shifting slightly as his eyes adjusted to the bright echo of the sun against him. Nanami Kento thought it was quite a spectacle to wake up alone, with the bed beside him empty.

He sat up, the events of the night before slowly flooding back. His clothes, usually primly put away, were scattered and tattered across the room. He looked at them for a moment before sighing, his head slightly pounding from the drinks. Usually, it was Kento who left before the sun came up. When he took his pleasure, it was transactional, devoid of any emotional connection.

Last night was different. It was only one night, but he couldn’t help but feel as though he wanted more of you. The way your touch had ignited a fire in him, the way your laughter had filled the room with warmth—those memories clung to him now, in the stillness of the morning.

He ran a hand through his tousled hair, glancing around the room. The sight of your note on the nightstand caught his attention. He reached for it, his fingers trembling slightly. The simple message, " Call me up, sweetie ;) " brought a faint smile to his lips. He traced the words with his thumb, feeling a strange mix of hope and uncertainty.

Nanami wasn't used to this feeling, this longing for something more than a fleeting connection. The thought of you lingered in his mind, your touch, your smile, the way you had made him feel alive and vulnerable all at once. It was intoxicating, and he wanted more of it, more of you.

He stood up, gathering his scattered clothes, the remnants of a night that had left a profound impact on him. As he dressed, he couldn't shake the memory of your heels digging into his back, your breathless moans in his ear, the way you had looked at him with such intensity. It was imprinted on his mind, an indelible mark that he couldn't ignore.

Fully dressed, he picked up his phone, staring at your number. He hesitated, his thumb hovering over the call button. For a moment, doubt crept in. Was he foolish to think that this could be something more? But then he remembered the way you had pulled him closer, the way you had whispered his name with such need and desire.

A smile tugged at the corners of his lips. For a moment, the loneliness of his existence seemed to lift. He folded the note and slipped it into his wallet, a spark of anticipation igniting within him. The day ahead seemed a little brighter, the promise of your next encounter lingering in his thoughts.

He couldn’t wait to save your phone number.

He’d have to find a way to charge his phone.

Besides, looking at the clock, he’s pretty late.

And a CEO shouldn’t be late for his own meetings.

WHEN HE MEETS YOU AGAIN, KENTO IS ENAMOURED. He hadn't been able to stop thinking about you since that morning, the memory of your touch and the warmth of your laughter haunting him in the best way possible. The days had stretched on, filled with his usual routine, yet every moment seemed tinged with a new sense of anticipation. And now, standing here, seeing you again, he felt a surge of emotion he hadn't expected.

The bar was a cozy haven tucked away from the hustle and bustle of the city, its warm, dim lighting casting a golden glow over the polished wooden surfaces and vintage decor. The air was filled with the soft hum of jazz music, creating an intimate ambiance that made it feel like a world apart from the chaos outside. The scent of aged whiskey and fresh citrus mingled in the air, adding to the inviting atmosphere.

You sat at the bar, your presence effortlessly captivating. The dress you wore was stunning—a sleek, deep emerald green that clung to your curves in all the right places, shimmering subtly under the soft lights. The neckline was modest yet alluring, and the fabric seemed to flow like liquid as you moved. Your hair frames your face perfectly, and a touch of red lipstick highlights your smile, adding a hint of classic glamor.

Kento's heart pounded in his chest as he made his way toward you, each step bringing him closer to the person who had so unexpectedly turned his world upside down. The usual confident air he carried felt slightly shaken, replaced by a nervous excitement that he hadn't felt in years. As he approached, his eyes were glued to you, everything else in the bar fading into a blur. The clinking glasses, the muted conversations, the soft jazz—all of it became mere background noise.

You spotted him, and a slight smile played on your lips. It was a smile that held both warmth and a hint of mischief, a smile that made his pulse quicken. He could barely tear his gaze away from you as he slid onto the stool next to you.

"Hi," he greeted, his voice betraying a hint of the nerves he felt.

"Hi, Kento," you replied, your eyes sparkling with recognition and something more—something that made his breath catch.

For a moment, he simply drank in the sight of you. The way you held yourself, the way the dress accentuated your figure, the way your eyes seemed to see right through him—it was all he could do to remember to breathe.

The bartender approached, breaking the spell momentarily as Kento ordered a drink. But even as he spoke, his attention never wavered from you. He couldn't help but notice the way the bar's golden light played on your skin, giving you an almost ethereal glow.

"You look incredible," he said, the words slipping out before he could stop them.

"Thank you," you replied, a pleased flush coloring your cheeks. "You clean up pretty well yourself."

The conversation flowed as easily as it had the first night, but there was an added layer of familiarity now, a deeper connection that had been forged in the time since. The flirtation was more pronounced, the touches more deliberate. When your fingers brushed against his, he felt a jolt of electricity, the same spark that had ignited between you before.

Kento couldn't focus on anything but you. The way you laughed, the way you tilted your head when you were thinking, the way your eyes lit up when you talked about something you were passionate about—it was all mesmerizing. He found himself hanging on to every word, every gesture, completely lost in

"Kento," you greeted him warmly, your eyes sparkling with a mix of surprise and delight. "I was hoping you'd call."

"I couldn't stop thinking about you,if I’m being honest." he admitted, his voice softer than usual. "I just had to see you again."

You smiled, and the sight of it sent a rush of warmth through him. "I'm glad you did."

As you talked, the conversation flowed effortlessly, just as it had that first night. There was a connection between you that felt almost tangible, an invisible thread drawing you closer with every word. Kento found himself captivated by the way you spoke, the way you laughed, the way your eyes lit up when you shared stories about your life. He felt a deep sense of admiration and curiosity, wanting to know everything about you.

The evening passed in a blur of conversation and laughter, the bar around you fading into the background as you became lost in each other. Kento couldn't remember the last time he had felt so at ease, so completely himself. With you, there were no pretenses, no need for the carefully constructed walls he usually kept up. You saw him for who he truly was, and that was both exhilarating and terrifying.

When the night began to wind down, he found himself reluctant to say goodbye. The thought of returning to his empty apartment, to the solitude that had once been his comfort, now felt unbearably lonely. As if sensing his hesitation, you reached out, your hand gently brushing against his.

"Would you like to come over for a drink?" you asked, your voice filled with a hopeful note.

He nodded, a smile tugging at his lips. "I'd like that."

The walk to your place was filled with a comfortable silence, the kind that speaks volumes without needing words. Once inside, you poured two glasses of wine, and the conversation continued, growing deeper and more intimate as the night went on. Kento found himself sharing things he had never told anyone, opening up in a way that felt both terrifying and liberating.

As the night turned into early morning, he realized just how much he had fallen for you. It was more than just physical attraction; it was a genuine connection, a bond that felt rare and precious. You had seen past the façade he presented to the world and embraced the man underneath, flaws and all.

When it was finally time to say goodnight, you stood close to him, your eyes searching for him. "Kento," you whispered, your voice filled with sincerity, "I'm really glad you called."

As the conversation continued, the air between you grew charged with anticipation, a palpable energy that seemed to crackle with every passing moment. Kento found himself drawn to you like a moth to a flame, unable to resist the magnetic pull you exerted over him.

Leaning in closer, he could feel the heat radiating from your body, the warmth of your presence enveloping him in a comforting embrace. His heart raced in his chest as he closed the distance between you, his lips brushing against yours in a tender, almost hesitant kiss.

There was a softness to the touch, a delicate intimacy that spoke volumes without a single word being uttered. In that fleeting moment, time seemed to stand still, the world around them fading into insignificance as they became lost in each other.

The kiss was gentle yet charged with an underlying passion, a silent acknowledgment of the undeniable connection that had blossomed between them. And as Kento pulled back, a faint smile gracing his lips, he knew that this was only the beginning of something extraordinary. And seeing your face, how wonderstruck you were — he knew you knew it too.

 "So am I." he murmured against your mouth, feeling a sense of contentment he hadn't known he was missing.

You smiled, blush echoing across your face. “You’re a good kisser, you know that?”

Your compliment sent a warm flush creeping up Kento's neck, a rare display of bashfulness from the typically composed CEO. He chuckled softly, the sound tinged with genuine appreciation as he ran a hand through his hair, trying to regain his composure.

"Thank you," he murmured, his voice tinged with a hint of self-consciousness. "I suppose practice makes perfect."

There was a hint of amusement in his tone, a subtle acknowledgment of the unexpected turn their conversation had taken. Despite his usually reserved demeanor, he found himself enjoying the playful banter, relishing in the easy rapport that had developed between them.

“I’ll see you soon, then. I, uh…..have to go home.”

“Have a safe trip home, lover.”

As he walked home, the memory of your kiss lingering on his lips, he knew that this was just the beginning. Meeting you again had changed something within him, opened up a part of his heart he had long kept locked away. Kento was enamored, and for the first time in a long while, he felt truly hopeful about the future.

He dreams of you all through the night.

Your smiles are ever so warm only for him.

And your bright eyes are full of love for him.

When he woke up, he realized what it meant.

Nanami Kento was truly captured by you.

THE NEXT TIME, YOU STAY WITH HIM IN HIS BED TILL MORNING. He didn't want you to leave just yet, didn't want you to rush and slip away from his fingers before sunlight. You had finished a fiery session of lovemaking, one of the many rounds of passionate obsession with each other. The intensity of your connection was almost overwhelming, each encounter leaving both of you breathless and yearning for more. You had done this over and over, whenever you saw each other — and more regularly these past few weeks.

As you lay there, bodies entwined and hearts beating in sync, Kento's thoughts wandered. He watched you as you drifted off to sleep, your face serene and content. There was something profoundly beautiful about these quiet moments, a sense of peace that contrasted sharply with the fervent passion of the night. He gently brushed a strand of hair from your face, his fingers lingering on your cheek.

At times, Kento thought that you should just sleep here, rest here until you had enough rest. The idea of waking up next to you, of starting his day with your presence beside him, filled him with a warmth he hadn't felt in a long time. He wanted to cook you breakfast, to share a leisurely morning with you as the sun rose, painting the room in soft hues of gold and pink. The simple pleasure of a shared meal, of casual conversation over coffee, seemed incredibly precious.

Kento's mind drifted to the little things that signify a deeper connection, a merging of lives. He imagined you leaving a toothbrush here, a small but significant symbol of permanence. It was a step towards belonging, towards fitting into each other's lives in a tangible way. He pictured you having a drawer in his apartment, a space carved out for you in his world. These thoughts were filled with longing, a desire for something more profound and enduring.

He wanted that with you. He wanted you to start leaving your things here, to make his place feel like a shared home rather than just a temporary haven. The idea of your belongings scattered around his apartment — a hairbrush on the vanity, your favorite mug in the kitchen, your scent lingering in the air — filled him with a deep sense of contentment. It was more than just physical intimacy; it was about creating a life together, about building something that went beyond the confines of the bedroom.

As he lay there, holding you close, Kento realized how much he wanted to make you his. He wanted to be the person you came home to, the one who shared your joys and your sorrows, your everyday moments and your grand adventures. He wanted to be the anchor in your life, just as you had become in his. The thought of you being a permanent part of his world was both exhilarating and terrifying, but it was a risk he was willing to take.

He gently kissed your forehead, his heart swelling with affection. More than you probably could ever know, he wanted you to be his, to share a future together. As the first light of dawn began to filter through the curtains, he held you a little tighter, hoping that this moment would be the start of something lasting and beautiful.

In the quiet stillness of the morning, with you nestled in his arms, Kento felt a profound sense of hope. For the first time in a long while, the future seemed bright and full of promise. And he knew that, whatever happened, he wanted you by his side.

Kento held you close, savoring the warmth of your body against his. He had never felt this kind of connection before, this blend of deep affection and raw desire. As the first light of dawn began to filter through the curtains, he made a silent promise to himself: he would make sure you knew how much you meant to him, how deeply he cared for you.

Kento's gaze softened as he watched you stir from your slumber, the gentle rise and fall of your chest accompanied by the faintest flutter of your eyelashes. It was a moment of quiet intimacy, one that he cherished more than he dared to admit.

As your eyes fluttered open, a sleepy smile graced your lips, and Kento felt his heart swell with affection. There was a warmth in your gaze, a softness that melted away the lingering traces of the night's passion, leaving behind a sense of tranquility and contentment.

Returning your smile, Kento reached out to brush a stray lock of hair from your face, his touch gentle against your skin. In that fleeting moment, surrounded by the hazy glow of morning light, he felt a profound connection to you, a bond that transcended the physical realm and delved into the depths of his soul.

"You're beautiful," he murmured softly, his voice barely above a whisper. It was a simple statement, spoken from the heart, yet it held a world of meaning behind it. In your eyes, he found solace, a refuge from the chaos of the outside world, and he knew that he never wanted to let you go.

With a tender smile, you leaned into his touch, your eyes locking with his in a silent exchange of love and understanding. In that moment, Kento realized that he had found something truly special in you, something worth holding onto for a lifetime. And as he gazed into your eyes, he knew that he was ready to embark on this journey with you, wherever it may lead.

"Good morning," he whispered, brushing a gentle kiss against your lips. 

"Good morning," you replied, your voice soft and warm. 

As the warmth of the morning sun filtered through the curtains, bathing the room in a soft golden glow, the two of you remained entwined in a cocoon of shared affection. Each breath seemed to synchronize, a silent symphony of contentment that enveloped you both in its comforting embrace.

Reluctantly, Kento stirred from the languid embrace, his movements slow and deliberate as if he were hesitant to break the spell of intimacy that hung between you. With a soft sigh, he shifted his weight, gently extricating himself from your embrace and sitting up, his muscles protesting the sudden movement after the night's passionate exertions.

Stretching his arms above his head, Kento let out a low groan of satisfaction, the tension of the previous night's activities melting away with each satisfying stretch. Despite the physical exertion, there was a sense of peace that settled over him, a tranquility that he hadn't felt in far too long.

Glancing back at you, still nestled in the rumpled sheets, Kento felt a surge of affection wash over him. Your tousled hair frames your face like a halo, and the soft curve of your lips tugged at his heartstrings in a way that he couldn't quite explain. It was moments like these, when the world seemed to stand still, that he felt truly alive.

"I could stay like this forever," he murmured, his voice barely above a whisper as he reached out to brush a stray strand of hair from your face. There was a tenderness in his touch, a silent promise of his unwavering devotion, as he allowed himself to be drawn back into your embrace, savoring every precious moment that the morning had to offer.

You smiled at him with the most beautiful smiles he’d ever seen. It was that sort of smile that had the power to light up the darkest corners of his soul, to chase away the shadows of doubt and insecurity that had plagued him for so long. It was a smile that spoke volumes without uttering a single word, conveying warmth, understanding, and an unspoken connection that transcended mere words.

As you gazed at him with those radiant eyes, filled with a mixture of tenderness and affection, Kento felt a sense of wonder wash over him. In that moment, everything seemed to fall into place, as if the universe had conspired to bring the two of you together in perfect harmony.

Your smile was like a beacon of hope, guiding him through the labyrinth of his own emotions and leading him towards a future filled with promise and possibility. It was a reminder that amidst the chaos of life, there existed moments of pure joy and unadulterated happiness, waiting to be embraced and cherished.

Unable to resist the pull of your magnetic presence, Kento found himself drawn closer to you, his heart swelling with a sense of gratitude for the serendipitous twist of fate that had brought you into his life. In that moment, surrounded by the warmth of your smile, he knew that he was exactly where he was meant to be.

"Me too." you whisper back to him, causing his heart to beat as he listened to your words reverberate in the morning quiet. "Being here with you? it's nice."

Kento's soul felt tender at those words, it was like he could live forever in that moment. He could feel that warmth spreading through his chest as he soaked in the sweetness of your sentiment. It was a simple statement, yet it held a profound meaning, resonating deeply within him.

"I'm glad you feel that way," he murmured, his voice barely above a whisper, tinged with a hint of vulnerability. "Being with you... it feels different, in the best possible way."

There was a sincerity in his tone, a raw honesty that he seldom allowed himself to reveal to others. But with you, it felt natural, effortless even, to let down his guard and bare his soul.

As you lay there together, basking in the quiet intimacy of the moment, Kento felt a sense of contentment wash over him. In your presence, he found solace, a refuge from the stormy seas of life, where he could simply be himself without fear of judgment or expectation.

With a soft smile, he reached out to gently brush a stray lock of hair from your face, his touch light and tender against your skin. "Thank you for being here," he whispered, his gaze locked with yours, silently conveying a depth of emotion that words alone could not express. “Truly.”

"Of course," you replied, a smile gracing your lips as you looked up at him. "You make it easy."

His eyes softened at your words, a warmth spreading through him. "I was thinking," he began, glancing back at you, "how about I make us some breakfast? We can take our time, enjoy the morning."

Your smile widened at the suggestion, a spark of anticipation in your eyes. "That sounds perfect," you said, nodding in agreement. "I'd love that."

Kento felt a surge of happiness as he got out of bed and headed to the kitchen. He prepared breakfast with care, wanting everything to be perfect. As he worked, he thought about the future, about the possibility of you becoming a permanent part of his life. 

When the meal was ready, he brought it to the table, where you were already seated, wrapped in one of his shirts. The sight of you in his clothes filled him with a possessive satisfaction, a sense of rightness.

"Here you go," he said, setting the plates down. "I hope you like it."

You took a bite, your eyes lighting up. "It's delicious, Kento. Thank you."

He sat down across from you, watching as you ate. The conversation flowed easily, punctuated by laughter and shared smiles. It was a glimpse of what life could be like if you were together, a tantalizing promise of happiness.

After breakfast, you both lounged on the couch, talking about everything and nothing. Kento felt a sense of peace he hadn't experienced in a long time. He wanted this, all of it. The mundane, the extraordinary, the quiet moments and the passionate ones.

As the morning wore on, Kento's thoughts kept returning to the idea of you leaving your things at his place. He wanted to ask you, but he didn't want to rush anything. Instead, he decided to show you how he felt through his actions.

"You know," he said casually, "I was thinking maybe you could leave a few things here. A toothbrush, some clothes. It might make things easier, you know, since you're here so often."

You looked at him, surprise and something else flickering in your eyes. "You want me to leave things here?"

He nodded, trying to keep his tone light. "Yeah. I like having you around. It feels... right."

You smiled, and Kento felt his heart swell with hope. "I'd like that too, Kento."

From that moment on, things began to change. You started leaving little things at his place: a toothbrush, a hairbrush, a few clothes. Each item was a small but significant step towards building a life together.

Kento cherished every moment with you, every sign that you were becoming a part of his world. He cooked for you, took care of you, and made sure you knew how much he valued you. And as the days turned into weeks, and weeks into months, he realized that his feelings for you had only grown stronger.

One night, as you lay in his arms, Kento looked at you, his heart full of love. "I want you to know," he said softly, "that you mean everything to me. I want you in my life, permanently. Will you stay with me, not just for tonight, but for always?"

You looked up at him, your eyes shining with emotion. "Yes, Kento. I want that too."

At that moment, Kento knew that he had found something truly special. With you by his side, the future was bright and full of promise. And he was ready to face it, hand in hand with the person he loved.

A few days later, he sees that bright purple toothbrush.

Right next to his blue–green that had been lonesome.

He couldn’t help but smile at the sight of them together.

It looks like you won’t be rushing out his door anymore.

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Going back to Kuala Kangsar hometown today. Sampai sampai je jerit cari tok kat belakang tp takde. Then ajak ayah jom pergi cari tok maybe dia tak dgr khusyuk sgt berkebun. Then found him! Jerit la "tok tok ooo tok". He was like "siapa tu" since his eyesight is getting bad. Then i said "along". The moment he heard that he goes "ouh along. How are you". Aaaa my atok so cute. "im fine thank you how bout you tok". And he replied "im fine im okay". Hahaha so cute. Then i help him to put the fence around and kambus tanah untuk kayu yg dia tanam

Teman dia makan, then dia mintak tlg potongkan kuku. Mula mula potong kukj dia asyik tersengguk je haha so i ask him to laid back je dkt kerusi malas tu. Then bila dh sampai part kaki i said "tok dkt kaki mcm takde kuku pon". There goes the trigger i pull to start him up telling me history again haha. "ni buktinya tok dulu pergi sekolah semua tak pakai kasut. Ni belah ni bekas kena periuk api dulu." then he continue brag about his childhood and how dia kena rotan sbb ponteng kelas. Main canggung with his sister dkt pokok yg dh tebang. How he was trapped under the car lps kena periuk api and wsit for the helicopter to pick him up. Aahhh listening to his old story, make feels like how meaningful the past is for old people. Where no gadget exist. People having fun living Their life to the most

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Hi! I hope you both are doing well😁 I’ve recently discovered your blog and I love reading your fics <33 especially the Mika Empty Carnival fic. There aren’t so many angst ensnare angst fics but I enjoy reading you guy’s writing. Reading the coma fic with Leo gave me goosebumps at the end at how Leo made himself delusional that he’s with reader. Keep up the great work and I can’t wait to see your new series :)

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Azeez kena londeh kaw2 dalam debat TH...

Azeez kena londeh kaw2 dalam debat TH....

Belit punye belit...sampai diri sendiri terbelit... Azeez ni punya belit.. Tak tahulah pening mabuk ketum atau mabuk laut? Duit yg UMNO bagi kononnya zakat itu kamu serah kat Tabung Haji. Tabung Haji bukan Tabung Zakat. Tabung Haji itu mengurus simpanan org islam nak pergi tunaikan haji, Bukan nak sibuk2 dgn urusan zakat sbb yg mengurus zakat itu ialah Lembaga Zakat atau Pejabat Zakat.. Kenapa ahli politik yg sibuk2 nak agih2kan zakat, kalau tak ada tujuan politik? Atau kamu ni tak reti nak antara Lembaga Tabung Haji, Lembaga Zakat dan Lembaga Hitam? Kalau UMNO nak sedekah, sedekahlah dekat Lembaga Zakat bukan kat Tabung Haji. Kamu nak kelentong apa lagi? Kita juga tak tau dari mana punca duit yang nak sedekah tu datang..apakah duit itu dari sumbangan kilang arak atau dari Sports Toto dan Magnum,tiba nak sisimpan dlm Tabung Haji??? Lagipun Yayasan Tabung Haji tidak boleh menerima dana atau sumbangan drpd mana2 parti politik kerana itu menyalahi Akta Tabung Haji.. 

Debat secara langsung antara bekas Menteri di Jabatan Perdana Menteri (Agama), Datuk Seri Dr Mujahid Yusof dan bekas Pengerusi Tabung Haji (TH), Datuk Seri Abdul Azeez Rahim mengejutkan TTF dan para netizen apabila Azeez dilihat gagal menjawab Mujahid dalam banyak aspek yang memerlukan fakta dan perincian yang khusus.

Menurut laporan dan berdasarkan pantauan TTF sendiri, Azeez gagal memberikan “facts and figures” pada setiap poin dan isu yang dibangkitkan oleh Mujahid walaupun berulang kali mencabar Mujahid untuk berdebat dengannya.

Isu pemberian hibah yang didakwa oleh Mujahid menyalahi etika dan mendapat teguran Bank Negara gagal dijawab dengan kemas oleh Azeez walaupun isu itu menjadi pertikaian utama beliau dan kepimpinan tertinggi UMNO.

Manakala itu, isu pembelian dan penjualan aset turut gagal diperhalusi oleh Azeez dengan baik menyebabkan Mujahid mampu mencantasnya dengan mudah berserta angka-angka dan fakta-fakta berkaitan. - TTF

Undian yang dibuat oleh anak moderator debat ‘Berani Bersemuka’ anjuran Sinar Harian kelmarin, Syahredzan Johan mendapati 91.4 peratus pengundi memberikan sokongan kepada Datuk Seri Mujahid Yusof. Hanya 8.6 peratus dari 5,977 peserta poll yang dibuat anak Tan Sri Johan Jaaffar itu memberikan sokongan kepada bekas Pengerusi Tabung Haji, Datuk Seri Azeez Rahim.

Syahredzan telah bertanya kepada rakan-rakan beliau melalui twitter “Siapa menang debat semalam dengan hujjah dan fakta” ekoran debat antara bekas Menteri Agama kerajaan Pakatan Harapan dengan bekas Pengerusi Tabung Haji kerajaan Barisan Nasional itu. Poll yang dibuat Syahredzan, seorang peguam itu tamat pada jam 12.02 PM 15 Ogos malam tadi.

Para netizen juga memuji cara ayah Syahrezan mengendalikan debat itu sehingga ada yang mencadangkan beliau menjadi ‘Speaker Dewan Rakyat’ agar keadilan diberikan kepada semua ahli Dewan.

Pemegang akaun twitter bernama Ramzdhan berkata, “saya memberikan tepukan kepada ayah awak kerana mengendalikan debat dengan baik. Sangat-sangat baik. Semua orang berkelakuan baik. Dia patut dilantik sebagai Speaker Dewan Rakyat. Selepas ini letak Pasir Salak di pentas debat pula.” Ahli Parlimen Pasir Salak adalah Datuk Seri Tajuddin Abdul Rahman, ahli Parlimen Umno yang sangat aktif dalam sidang Dewan Rakyat.

Ramai juga yang memberikan komen mempertikaikan siapakah yang memberikan undi sehingga 9 peratus kepada Azeez itu. Ami_southpaw menulis, “Bodoh mana yang undi Azeez tu woi” manakala RJ pula berkata,”Mereka yang ada otak tapi tak berakal”.

Ramai yang memuji Mujahid kerana memberikan hujjah yang penuh dengan fakta dalam debat selama satu jam setengah itu dan disiarkan secara langsung melalui media sosial itu.

You will never walk alone menulis, “Hujjah YB Datuk Seri Dr Mujahid bin Yusof penuh dengan fakta. Memang terbaik dan tiada siapa dapat mempertikaikan hujah beliau.”

Isu yang dibawa oleh penyokong Azeez pula adalah kenapa kerajaan tidak mengadakan Suruhanjaya Siasatan Diraja (RCI) untuk menentukan pengurusan siapa yang lebih baik dalam mengendalikan Tabung Haji.

Amri el Wahab menulis, “Orang yang tak benar tetapi pintar bercakap sudah tentu nampak macam dia yang benar. Maka debat bukan kayu ukur siapa benar siapa salah. Siapa menang siapa siapa kalah. Dalam konteks isu TH, kayu ukur sebenarnya ialah RCI.” - MD

Azeez hanya mengulang-ulang TH ni hak Melayu, hak Islam, mesti dipertahankan, kena jaga elok-elok, jangan sampai DAP rembat! Agaknya begitulah maksud mamak Baling itu. RCI yang disebut Azeez seolah-olah mencari helah. Padahal siasatan dalaman dan penemuan mudah diperolehi melalui pengurusan LTH, lagi pun ia tidak rumit kerana kelemahan LTH hanya kerana seleweng,dan pengurusan yang tidak profesional. Seeloknya badan GLC ni tak payah dari orang politik terutama macam Azeez... - f/bk

Azeez Admitted to Putting Umno’s RM7M in Tabung Haji Foundation? That’s Illegal, Says Mujahid...

Former Tabung Haji (TH) chairman Datuk Seri Abdul Azeez Rahim broke the law when he admitted to accepting money from Umno to put into the Muslim pilgrimage fund’s foundation when he was chairman, Datuk Mujahid Yusof Rawa said. During a live debate held by Sinar Harian last night, Azeez was answering a question regarding the several police reports against him for bribes and foreign money exchange as well as the police report made by TH management against Azeez for using TH money for his political party’s affairs in 2017. Azeez said that every year TH would provide zakat, or alms, to the needy, but a drop in palm oil and rubber prices in 2017 meant this was hard to do. That’s when Azeez said he received RM7 million from Umno to be put in Yayasan Tabung Haji to give to the poor during Ramadan.

“THAT’S THE FUNDAMENTAL PROBLEM HERE. MY LEARNED FRIEND HERE IS SAYING HE RECEIVED MONEY FROM UMNO TO BE PUT IN YAYASAN TABUNG HAJI. HE CANNOT DO THAT. “I WANT TO LET EVERYONE HERE KNOW THAT YAYASAN CANNOT TAKE MONEY FROM POLITICAL PARTIES AND HE JUST ADMITTED THAT HE HAS TAKEN RM7 MILLION. THEY ARE NOT ALLOWED TO TAKE DONATIONS SO THANK YOU FOR CONFIRMING THIS,” SAID MUJAHID. “There are police reports against Azeez for misrepresenting the real financial accounts of TH. This is real and it depends on the current government if they will prosecute him or not.” Mujahid and Azeez have been going back and forth in Parliament regarding TH’s finances. Azeez and Umno, especially its Youth chief and former deputy minister in charge of the Haj fund Asyraf Wajdi Dusuki, have raised the Tabung Haji issue both inside and outside of Parliament several times. Among their claims is that TH under Mujahid had sold four of the fund’s hotels to a company, Urusharta Jemaah Sdn Bhd (UJSB), which also led to more than 600 employees losing their jobs in 2019. Mujahid had in February this year clarified that it was untrue that the buildings were put up for sale, as they were part of TH’s assets transferred to special government vehicle UJSB, under the Finance Ministry. – MMO

Azeez, Umno stoking racial hatred by implicating Guan Eng as ‘culprit’ who destroyed Tabung Haji...

Parit Buntar MP Datuk Seri Mujahid Yusof Rawa has slammed former Tabung Haji chairman Datuk Seri Abdul Azeez Rahim for turning the Muslim pilgrimage fund’s mismanagement debacle into a racial matter. In a dialogue between the two held by Sinar Harian tonight, Mujahid took issue with the Umno Baling MP for blaming former finance minister Lim Guan Eng for purportedly interfering in TH’s financial affairs during Pakatan Harapan’s (PH) 22-month administration. “These are all lies by Azeez to fool you,” said Mujahid, who was formerly minister in charge of religious affairs. “He wants the narrative to be that Lim being a Chinese is taking over the TH as he is signing off on the documents.” Azeez has been claiming that TH under the PH administration had sold four of the fund’s hotels to a company, Urusharta Jemaah Sdn Bhd (UJSB) and the undertaking was signed by Lim as finance minister. Azeez also claimed there was no government guarantees under the PH government for TH shares. Mujahid explained that the hotels and other assets were sold as they were not making a profit — with the four hotels making only 1.7 per cent in profits and bleeding TH funds. He added that there were three ministries involved in restructuring TH’s finances which were the Prime Minister’s Office, Economic Affairs Ministry and the Finance Ministry. “Not surprisingly, Azeez never brought up Datuk Seri Azmin Ali’s name, who was economic affairs minister who was also involved in TH affairs. Not to mention the prime minister's offices. “Why? Because both are Malay-Muslims while Lim is a Chinese so let’s blame him right? “Let me remind everyone that Lim wasn’t the one who made the final decision, it's the Cabinet which the majority of are Malay-Muslims. So stop these political games,” he added. Last month, Prime Minister Tan Sri Muhyiddin Yassin said in a written Parliamentary reply yesterday that assets of Lembaga Tabung Haji have not been sold off to non-Muslim companies and the fund is not being controlled by non-Muslims. In Muhyiddin’s reply to Mujahid, he added that in line with the Recovery and Restructuring Plan, uncompetitive Tabung Haji’s assets had been transferred to a special purpose vehicle — UJSB — under Ministry of Finance Incorporated. The government was forced into a bailout of TH last year that will cost an estimated RM17 billion after discovering that the fund had been in deficit, owing to financial decisions made during the Barisan Nasional administration. - MM

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The First: History

Salah satu hobi ku adalah membaca. Terutama membaca cerpen, novel, fanfiction, sampai manga. Aku sudah punya hobi ini sejak lama, tapi mulai lebih sering membaca sejak salah satu teman ku di SMA mengenalkanku dengan dunia fanfiction, sekitar tahun 2006-2007, saat aku kelas 2. Awalnya aku nggak terlalu sering, karena pada saat itu ditempatku yang namanya internet masih jarang yang menggunakan, intinya teknologi internet belum segampang sekarang. Sejak saat ini mulailah aku ketagihan, karna kalian tahu kan kalau akses kedunia internet masih susah, jadi untuk mengikuti perkembangan dunia hiburan juga masih sulit bagi kami penduduk pedalaman. Hanya lewat siaran televisi yang mendukung kami menonton siaran-siaran luar negeri, seperti anime kartun dan movie-movie mancanegara. Karena hal inilah yang memicu aku menjadi mencari hiburan dengan cara lain, yaitu membaca. Sebenarnya ini aku lakukan hanya sebagai pemuas daya imajinasiku yang tinggi pada saat itu. Dan hal ini sudah berlanjut sampai 10 tahun lamanya. Meskipun sekarang dunia fanfiction sudah mulai jarang tapi, kadang aku masih setia mencari-cari karya lama, yang menurutku jauh lebih bagus jika dibandingkan dengan yang sekarang.

Sejak sepuluh tahun terakhir aku lebih sering membaca fanfiction dibandingkan dengan yang lain. Karna bisa dibilang, aku bukanlah dari keluarga yang mampu, jadi untuk membeli novel rasanya itu sesuatu yang sulit. Meskipun begitu aku terkadang meminjam buku di perpustakaan atau jika ada teman yang punya novel menarik. Karena itu sampai sekarang aku tidak punya satupun koleksi novel. Kalau cerpen, dulu jaman masih sekolah biasanya suka baca di majalah anak sekolah yang disebut ‘MOP’ dulu punya beberapa edisi, tapi kalau jam kosong kadang mampir keperpustakaan buat cari bahan bacaan baru, karena waktu itu majalah itu rilisnya hanya satu bulan sekali dan hanya perpustakaan yang selalu punya edisi terbaru, kalau hal ini sudah aku lakukan sejak jaman masih di SMP.

Sedangkan kalau manga, aku belum terlalu familiar dengan ini, hanya animenya saja. Bahkan saat itu masih bingung bedanya antara manga dan anime. Anime aku sudah mulai kenal entah sejak kapan aku nggak tahu. Yang pasti sudah sejak jaman kenal dengan yang namanya tv. Apalagi sejak punya tv dirumah. Anime yang pertama kali aku suka itu adalah ‘Doraemon’ dan ‘Detevtive Conan’ dan teman-teman sebayanya yang dulu sering diputar di stasiun tv setiap hari minggu, dan ada beberapa yang tayang di sore hari. Karena aku masih ingat banget jaman dulu dua anime ini tayang di jam yang sama tapi di stasiun tv yang berbeda, karena itulah aku dan kakak ku sering berebut untuk nonton. Biasalah karna aku yang mebih kecil jadi sukanya sama anime yang lucu-lucu dibandingkan kakak ku yang lebih tua tahun dariku suka anime rumit seperti Conan.

Selain kedua anime itu, hanya ada beberapa yang aku ingat, seperti misalnya ‘Sailor Moon’, ‘Tsubasa’, ‘Dragon Ball’ dan ‘Slam Dunk’ (yang gak terlalu mengikuti). Lalu ditahun tahun berikutnya menyusul dengan mulai kenalnya ‘Inuyasha’,‘Naruto’, ‘Bleach’, ‘Death Note’, ‘One Piece’, ‘The Law of Ueki’, sampai ‘Eyeshield 21’ dan masih banyak lagi yang aku sudah lupa. Kurasa ini merupakan deretan anime yang terkenal didunia anak-anak pada jaman 2000-an. Maka dari itu dengan jumlah tayangan yang terbatas dan akses yang juga masih terbatas, maka ide berselancar didunia fanfiction lah yang mulai aku lakukan untuk memenuhi daya imajinasiku pada saat itu.

Dan semasa 10 tahun lalu aku mulai mengenal Fanficton, aku nggak pernah menyangka kalau pada akhirnya dunia imajinasiku harus berakhir menyedihkan seperti sekarang ini. Rasa kecewa yang tak terhankan membuat aku takut untuk membaca fanfiction di beberapa fandon tertentu. Tapi kita bisa apa? Sebagai fans, kita hanya bisa menerima apa yang disajikan oleh para pencinta karya. Mau komentar seperti apapun, itu sudah menjadi keputusan mereka. Tapi meskipun begitu, rasa sakit dan kecewa juga tak kunjung menghilang dengan mudahnya.

Hal ini tidak hanya berlaku di fandom anime. Untuk movie mancanegara dan drama Korea pun ada beberapa yang membuatku kecewa. Hal inilah yang pada akhirnya membuatku menjadi was-was ketika aku ingin menikmati anime, film atau drama baru. Bayang-bayang kekecewaan akan selalu menghantuiku, membuatku menjadi sangat waspada saat memilih anime, film, drama, bahkan cerita atau manga sekalipun. Ini aku lakukan lakukan sebgai bentuk pertahanku untuk melindungi hatiku oleh rasa kecewa yang pernah kau rasakan.

Aku tahu bahwa tindakaku ini tidak bagus. Karena semakin lama, daerah yang kujelajahi kan semakin menyempit, dan membuat daya imajinasiku berpusat pada hal yang haya itu-itu saja. Tapi mau bagai mana lagi, aku hanya takut dengan rasa kecewa yang pernah akurasakan akan terulang kembali.

Tapi sebenarnya yang membuatku kecewa itu tidaklah banyak. Hanya pada bagian cerita yang ber-genre romance saja. Kalau genre lain aku masih welcome. Tapi kembali lagi, ketika sebuah cerita sudah mulai menyentuh nuansa romance, bayang-bayang kekecewaan akan kembali menghantui. Aku rasa ini adalah hal yang lumrah terjadi pada kalangan perempuan sepertiku, karena hati watina itu jauh lebih rapuh dari sebatang kayu tipis.

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Disappointed Story One: Harry Potter

Disappointed Story Two: Naruto

Disappointed Story Three: Bleach

Disappointed Story Four: Drama Korea (Reply: 1988)

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Daftar diatas merupakan deretan cerita yang sudah tamat. Sebenarnya secara keseluruhan aku tidak membeci cerita atau bagaimana ending cerita. Jujur saja cerita diatas merupakan daftar cerita faforitku sejak pertama kali aku mengenal mereka. Yang membuatku kecewa adalah bagian epilogue cerita, yang seperti kita tahu, kebanyakan cerita ber-genre action, adventure, fantasy dan misteri, biasanya hanya sedikit sentuhan romance, maka biasanya penulis menyelipkan happy ending di bagian epiloge yang penuh nuansa romance seperti cerita di dalam sebuah Faity Tale—happily ever after. Dan disinilah rasa kekecewaan itu mulai muncul, karena couple yang selama ini menjadi tokoh utama dalam dunia imajinasiku, harus berakhir karna tidak menjadi canon hanya karena satu chapter, epilogue.

Aku yakin banyak diantara kalian yang merasakan hal yang sama. Cerita yang selalu kita banggakan sepanjang hidup kita mulai mnegenalnya, yang selalu menjadi inspirasi dan motivasi dengan quote-quote yang terasa indah terdengar di telinga, harus menghancurkan hati kita hanya karena saru chapter teakhir yang dibuat oleh penulis. Dan aku yakin banyak diantara kita yang pada akhirnya membenci, bahkan ada yang memaki dan menyumpahi tak hanya cerita, tapi juga sang penulis. Jujur saja hal ini sangat disayangkan.

Tapi sekali lagi, kita hanya sebagai fans, tak miliki hak apaun untuk menuntut apa yang telah terjadi. Sebagai penulis pun mereka juga tidak akan pernah bisa mengubah apapun setelah apa yang mereka tulis terpublikasikan. Aku hanya berharap jika suatu saat nanti kalian akan menyadari apa yang telah kalian lakukan pada kami sebagai fans yang merasa dikecewakan dan mengambil pelajaran dari apa yang telah terjadi untuk menjadi yang lebih baik. Karena tanpa kami, fans yang menikmati karya kalian, kalian bukanlah apa-apa. Sebuah karya tak akan ternilai harganya jika para penikmat tak menyukai karya buatan anda. Dan aku yakin hal ini juga sudah banyak terjadi diluar sana, fans yang memilih untuk berhenti menyukai karya anda atau apapun yang berhubungan dengan anda karena telah merasa tertipu.

Aku harap ini menjadi pelajaran untuk kedepanya, bagi kalian para penulis (cerita, manga, drama, naskah, atau fanfiction sekalipun). karena kalian tahu, cerita apapun yang kalian buat tidak akan terlepas dari imajinasi liar para fans tentang romance, meskipun ini terdengan sedikit klise. Dan aku yakin bahwa kami para penggemar banyak didominasi oleh para kaum hawa. Karena itu romance tidak akan pernah terlepas dari dunia imajinasi liar seorang wanita. Sekalipun konten hanya sedikit, tapi romance menjadi daya tarik kuat bagi pengemar wanita. Terutama bagi para author dunia fanfiction, faktor utama yang membuat mereka ingin menulis adalah genre romance, karena romace merupakan genre cerita yang paling mudah dikembangkan bagi para author pemula, terutama wanita.

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