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Ongoing, First published Jul 06
Sequel Julian untuk Jihan. Dapat dibaca terpisah

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Haura adalah anak tengah dari tiga bersaudara. Satu-satunya anak perempuan dan tentu saja menjadi satu-satunya tuan putri di dalam rumah. 

Tetapi gelar itu hanya berlaku di dalam rumah, di dalam lingkup keluarganya saja. Saat mulai pindah ke kota orang, sendirian. Ia sadar jika tak akan selamanya orang selalu ada untuknya. Ia harus mulai mengandalkan diri sendiri. Ia perfeksionis dan kurang percaya pada orang lain. 

Hingga sosok Lintang datang dalam dunianya. Melangkah dengan pelan dan tanpa paksaan. 

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"Aku bisa, Ra." 

"Aku bisa kamu andalkan di luar, Ra."

"Nggak semuanya bisa kamu lakuin sendiri."

"Kamu nggak capek?"

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ISHARA: Abused Angel

32 parts Ongoing

In a quiet, misty district of Himachal Pradesh, in a small orphanage called Sparsh Ashram, lived a fragile, gentle girl named Ishara. Her eyes held a quiet innocence, untouched by the harshness of the world, yet shadowed with a deep, unspoken sorrow. When she was only four, her stepfather-the one who had once called her his life-had left her. He discovered she was the product of her mother's betrayal, and in his heartbreak, he turned away. Since then, Ishara had grown up in the soft, lonely halls of the orphanage, her heart tender, her spirit delicate, carrying a pain that even time could not erase. At fifteen, she was still small, almost like a fragile bird in a vast, unkind sky-beautiful, innocent, and quietly brave. .................................................................................................... ✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨