MasukBeing maltreated by her own father, Gabrielle Rehan Adler never seen great life from within. And when her father died, she doesn't know what to feel but one thing is for sure, she's free and safe already. But she thought so. One thing is for sure, she's getting sick and worse everyday. Not until she met a man whom she expect to heal her wound. A famous band singer and Psychologist, Ziyoon Gibreel Cua. Will her riptides falls back, or Ziyoon will turn to be her second trauma?
Lihat lebih banyakIt's almost two weeks from the day in the park and that man from the Chen family keeps on testing my patience these past few days. Wherever I go, he was always there and I already feel so threatened because of him. One night, when I was going home so late because of our upcoming exams and I stayed at the library for hours straight. I was walking alone with just few of the street lights on and I felt how a person tailed me from the University to our home. I was literally shaking that night, given that I had so much experiences about the kind of thing. But good thing, he spoke out and that made me sigh in great relevance.I even remember how he told me to just give in and I even skipped work that night just to study and fulfill my student duty."Just give it up, Ms. Adler. You are surely in a good hands if you'll sign these papers. Besides, I just want to tell you that no matter where you go, Mr. Chen will not give up on you. He got so many
I scan the two tickets with the band's logo as a seal. My smile just couldn't be drawn away from my face thinking how things works. I was just looking up at them last night and now, I will be seeing them a week from now.Damn, I even feel so envious last night because I couldn't see them for the first time now that they are back in the country. In my five years of living with their music and those boys, I haven't got the chance to take a peek of them and got no choice but to stare at them in my phone's screen. Why can I do? I was jailed in my whole life and I haven't got the freedom to be a normal teen. I was trying to enjoy myself inside our huge house and without anything nor someone I can address as a shoulder to lean on.But then, I got friends in college already unlike highschool — Meriam is only what I've got that time and Jeannette happened."Jeannette..." I made a crying face while still scanning the tickets
I am staring blankly while waiting for a bus going home when I notice how busy the streets tonight are. Lights coming from different vehicles cascades tones of lights and horns of public utility vehicles filled my ear. I am alone again tonight after sulking inside the library for the nth time after our two hour class earlier. I just messaged Meriam that I already went home so that they won't going to find me around the campus again but the truth is, I am just inside the library, trying to entertain myself and just scanned for literature that can help me on my thesis study.I bow a little and notice tiny dirt spots on my white sneakers but I ignored it and look up to find a bus I can ride when going home."You know that I am not a fan of parties, right?""C'mon, Ericka! It's just for tonight. Lose for a chance, alright? Enjoy your teenage life for Pete's sake!""I can just sleep all night inside my room and
I woke up the next morning feeling a little heavy on the top of my head. I then realized that I slept on the floor last night and my hand is even covered with red paint. Wanting to check my face, I stand up and went on the mirror and found how miserable I am.I stare at the mirror for another minutes of my life and realize I shouldn't be this way again just because of that news from yesterday.I can do this. I can find a way and maybe working can do a thing? Or I can just sell this house! This cost plenty and this will resolve my issues. But what about my sister? She will be in complete chaos when I sell this house. Madeline was raise up here and she has so many great memories with them.I sighed.My relatives can't surely help. I persuaded myself sadly and was about to walk inside the bathroom when I step on a piece of sheet on the floor. My forehead creases at the sight of the canvas cloth from last nigh