Indonesian Histoires

"He thought he was rescuing their love. He didn't know he was just driving her escape." Barra is a brilliant law student, a high-achiever who built his future on a prestigious scholarship. He plays by the rules and carries the weight of his mother's hopes on his shoulders. But everything changes when he falls for Alma, a doctor-to-be who also happens to be the only daughter of the nation's most powerful and ruthless General. Desperate for a blessing that seems impossible, Barra agrees to Alma's wild plan: an escape. With a car from his friend Dom, they embark on a 1,000-kilometer journey through Java. But this isn't a chase of sirens and barricades. The General plays a modern game-using digital tracking and bureaucratic intervention to destroy Barra's life from afar. With one cold phone call, the General freezes Barra's scholarship and leaves his mother terrified, systematically dismantling the future Barra worked so hard to achieve. But in the middle of the road, the General suddenly surrenders. He gives his blessing and begs them to come home. Barra is ready to turn back. He's desperate to save his mother's peace and salvage his dreams of becoming a lawyer. But Alma isn't. As they reach the ferry to Bali, Barra realizes the terrifying truth: Alma never wanted her father's blessing. She wanted a getaway driver to help her disappear forever. In this high-tech race, Barra isn't the kidnapper-he's a pawn caught between a father's cold power and a daughter's reckless rebellion. Now, Barra is forced to make a life-altering decision. Should he choose the blind devotion of love, or face the cold, hard facts of reality to save the future that is slipping through his fingers?

In the heart of Jakarta, visibility is a luxury. Tri Puspita is a "ghost" in a yellow vest. She moves through the world unnoticed, scrubbing the floors of people who don't know her name. Despite the grime and the crushing weight of poverty, Tri survives on a quiet, stubborn optimism-finding beauty in the reflection of traffic lights and the scent of a single plastic flower in her hair. But Jakarta has secrets hidden beneath its marble foundations. When Tri witnesses a cold-blooded metaphysical crime in a dark office basement, she is no longer just a worker-she is "mass." Deemed a person no one will miss, she is heartlessly cast into a violent tear in reality to stabilize a bridge between worlds. Dragged from the humid streets of Indonesia into a realm of terrifying beauty and ancient mysteries, Tri must navigate a structured, dangerous new society. In a world where every soul is weighed and measured, the woman who was once "uncounted" must find a way to survive-and discover if her optimism is a weakness, or the only thing that can keep her alive.

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Seorang perempuan yang tertutup dan tidak mau berinteraksi dengan penghuni kos, secara tidak sengaja berinteraksi dengan salah satu penghuni kos yang banyak tingkah dan tidak mempunyai teman.

Attention! 1. This is a rough translation from Indonesian version (Setia - Seberapa Niat Cintamu?) to American English version (Setia - How Intentional Is Your Love?). 2. Constructive criticism or suggestions are welcome. Blurb: Kania "Nia" Lesmana Purwanti Febriyanto is a high-achieving student. One day, she discovered a crumpled piece of paper under her desk. Upon unfolding it, Nia was surprised to find a love confession from Gilang Perdana Rahmadi. Nia was confused about whether to accept Gilang's confession or not. This was because Gilang was just an ordinary student from class 12-A in the science program. Meanwhile, Nia had no experience whatsoever in romantic matters. Personally, she believed that studying was more valuable than trivial things like love. "How intentional is your love?" Nia wondered in her heart. Ultimately, Nia chose to ignore Gilang's confession without responding for a month. Was Nia's decision to delay the response appropriate, or did it backfire on her?"

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Kumpulan rasa dalam bentuk kata yang sengaja kurangkai seindah mungkin sebagai penanda bahwa kisah kita pernah ada. ***** . . . Hanya penulis amatir yang selalu menuangkan rasanya dalam Kata. Mohon kritikan yang membangun agar lebih bisa berkembang lagi. Terima kasih 🤗

Ini adalah karya fiksi. Nama, karakter, bisnis, tempat, acara, lokal, dan insiden adalah produk imajinasi penulis atau digunakan dengan cara fiktif. Setiap kemiripan dengan orang yang sebenarnya, hidup atau mati, atau peristiwa aktual adalah murni kebetulan.

This is just some random words/sayings about love that a girl is trying to say. Nothing important.

Bukankah mencintai adalah hak setiap orang ? Namun mengapa ada rasa ketidakpantasan diriku terhadapmu. Mencintai atu dicintai bukanlah pilihan melainkan garisan kehidupan. Dan anganku melayang pada satu kata, yaitu saling. Saling mencintai maupun saling dicintai.

Rayan was just an ordinary smart teenager who lived with his grandmother. Until before the time he got transferred to another school, he began to have many questions about his own existence - stemming from his 'special ability' that only he possessed. Since that moment... his perspective on life began to change. His grandmother began to think that he was being 'possessed' by someone else - caused by his changed behavior. Because... a normal people or the peers around his age never thought deeply about the questions about life. Is this a sign that a part of him beginning to grow up? Or rather... a consciousness was starting to grow within him?

Random poems and free verses that I create throughout hectic college life. Feel free to comment or flame. If you curious about the girl in the cover, follow her on instagram: @risma.wailissa