This book will be about sad poems
Will have people who have committed suicide, people who have been killed, and the one who have lost a love one, also people in the war

"Do you know why writers are both sad and happy?" 

He looked straight into my soul for a moment and shooked his head. He couldn't stand looking at my eyes for too long. He tanned. Has he been swimming? 

"No.. why?" 

"Because we think of so many possibilities a normal person couldn't. We never ran out of things to love. We love so much that it flutters our hearts, thus the reason for writing." I smiled to the depths of my emotion. Looking nowhere.

"And? How about the sad part?"

His deep baritone voice is echoing in my brain every now and then. It hunts me every night in a beautiful way possible. Once, I thought that being ironically different from others is out of my league but just as I thought it is, it's not. It's like a contrast, a perfect contrast of dark and light. The idea of yin and yang, old and new. Being perfectly imperfect. It's like a beautiful canvass with a perfect painting but has unknown meaning. It's him, my irony. 

"Well the sad part is, we love so much. We think of so many possibilities that it flutters our hearts." 

His thick brows furrowed. I smiled. He always do that when he's frustrated and that's what I intend to do. Frustrate him. I chuckled inside and mentally noted how to really chuckle inside my brain. 

"But isn't that still the happy part? You just repeated it. Niloloko mo ata ako eh.." I observe his pattern of speaking. The way he moves his plum lips. I looked into his deep set of eyes. What an art. 

I shrugged my shoulders, smiled at yumuko. 

"Who knows, what happy and sad really means. We can be happy that we're writing something but we are partly sad because sadness made us write the happy part. Happiness will always be your medium and sadness will be your channel." I rested my chin on my knees. "When I said that 'we love so much and we think of so many possibilities that it flutters our hearts', didn't you realized that the love part can be unrequited?" I saw him stiffened over the last part I said. There you go, you got it.  

"We are happy that we pour out so much emotions especially love but we are sad because we pour out so many emotions....to a person who'll never reciprocate it. It's either you'll break apart or you'll feel complete. It's a beautiful destruction, a disaster the one writer's  couldn't live without. The feeling of love always stands out and yet it's uncontrollable. Both sad and happy. Both holds the strongest feeling you could ever have. Very confusing.." 

"Just like you?" Aniya. 

"Yes, just like me. Confusing.." I said as I was summoned to oblivion. 

I smiled, as I dreamed the way he looked at my soul. The way he is confused with brows furrowed. The way he move his mouth when he speak of something he is confused of. His mysterious set of deep eyes that Windows his soul. For a moment I thought, he's in love with me too. I smiled sadly.. 

Who would even fall in love with a figurative and literal blind writer.. maybe be would, maybe he was about to but not anymore. Not ever..



A hard slap brought me back to reality as I look at my friend, Mav. 

"Stop zoning out, you idiot." 

I shook my head and stood up. It must be our break time that's why she's so pissed. 

"Where are you going?" I looked at her, puzzled as she stated her question. "Kart is outside, he look pissed." I exited our classroom only to see a pissed guy while holding a black shirt. 

"I told you to get the large size! Why did you give me this?!" He threw the shirt at me. I'm tired and I can't handle his bullshits anymore. "If you don't want it bring it back nicely!" I shouted and went inside again bringing the shirt with me. We caused a commotion outside I know. Nothing new, we're always the talk of the town because of him being such a douchébag. 

"Why don't you just break-up with him? He's too much! You shouldn't be with a guy like him, he's such a..." Mav sighed as I stare at her blankly. I looked at the shirt I am holding, I gave this to him this morning and instead of saying thank you he shouted at me. I sat down on my chair and started to think where did it all go wrong. 

We are together for more than two years now but we aren't like those usual couple that are so in love with each other. He asked me to be his girlfriend after a month of knowing me, even though I wasn't really in love with him I answered yes. The first six months of our relationship went smooth. He was nice to me, he took me out on dates and showered me with his attention. He made my heart flutter but It all changed when he saw me with one of my guy cousins. He thought that I was cheating and never really listened to my explanation. After that incident, he became cold and ill-tempered. He asked for a break-up and I gave it to him, I never felt hurt whenever he's angry at me nor when he don't text me. I never felt sad whenever he say hurtful words to me, It just made me mad. 

I felt a hard slap on my cheeks as I start to get lost in my own thoughts. 

"Stop overthinking, Yuri." Den told me. I smiled awkwardly and stood up. We headed to the canteen silently. As usual, it's crowded and noisy. After buying some food, we walked back again to our designated classroom. 

The day went pretty fast. It's already class dismissal. 

"Yuri!" I looked around as I heard someone call my name. I saw Jay and Cleo running towards my direction. 

"Your legs are so fast, gosh." Cleo exclaimed as she breathe heavily. I smiled and hugged them both. We talked and laughed a lot as we walked. 

"Yuri." I heard that familiar voice which made me angry. "What?" I replied coldly. I looked at him and waited for him to talk. Jay and Cleo stayed by my side and waited too. 

"Can we talk privately?" 

"We can talk right here, right now." 

"I...I want a break-up." 

"Okay then, goodbye. Don't bother me again." I agreed and left him standing there. Cleo and Jay were shocked. 

"Are you sure about what you did?" Cleo asked me. 

"Yes. I'm tired of his bullshits and I don't even know why agreed to be his girlfriend two years ago. I never loved him." The truth came out. I never actually loved him in the first place. I stayed in a relationship without involving love. 

"Wha...But...Why did you stay if you don't love him?" Cleo asked. 

"I don't know." I looked at them blankly, not showing any emotion. 

"I think It's alright." I looked at Jay with a hint of confusion. 

"I think the break-up is alright. I think staying without involving love is alright. Love is not a feeling, It's a commitment." Jay said which hit me hard and our first six months played in my mind. 

I did. I actually did love him. But only for a short span of time. I loved him but my heart chose to move-on as It starts to feel hurt. I stayed for comfort, not for love. 

I felt a hard slap again as I get lost with my thoughts. 

"Your driver is here." Cleo said. I opened the door and the two entered the car after I sat in the middle of the backseat. 

"I actually did..." The two looked at me with their eyebrows colliding with each other. "I actually did love him. But my heart chose to move-on. I stayed for comfort and not for love." I said revealing my thoughts. 

They interrogated me the whole ride which I answered truthfully. After dropping them off their houses, we headed home. 

"Baby boy!" I shouted after opening the door of our house. My younger brother ran to me and jumped as he hug me. I hugged him back and kissed his cheeks. I walked upstairs and went to my room. I sat down at my bed and looked around my room. I got no pictures of him in my room nor pictures of us. I don't have any, even in my phone. I didn't like to take photos of me with somebody else, I never liked it actually. I love photography but me as a model? a big no. I sighed as I think of what happened earlier. The break-up, It doesn't make me sad or mad or anything. I feel nothing towards it. I feel nothing towards him. I took out the shirt he returned or more like, he threw at me this morning. I removed my uniform and went to the bathroom to wash myself. I wore the shirt and paired it with a sweatpants. I stared at my reflection in the mirror. My eyes looked cold, my lips are dry and my face isn't happy nor sad. I'm emotionless. I washed away my thoughts as I washed my face. And decided to divert my attention. 

I went downstairs and played with my brother at the living room. 

"Noona, you look sad." He stated. 

"I'm not sad, saeng." I told him and smiled. 

"Did your boyfriend made you sad?" I looked at him and told him I don't have a boyfriend anymore. He cutely covered his mouth out of shockness. I smiled purely and kissed him on his cheek. 

"I should have told your boyfriend to not make you sad, noona. But you never brought him here." My family knows I have a boyfriend but I never brought him in our house because I go with what my father said. If you brought a boyfriend or a girlfriend in your house to meet your parents, It means you're already sure that you'll marry each other. 

"It's alright, saeng. We're over now, I'll be happier without him." I smiled purely at his innocence. 

"You promise?" He showed his pinky finger and I gladly linked my pinky finger with his. He hugged me and kissed my cheek. "You already promised me, noona. You should be happier and not sad, okay? I'm going to be mad if you're sad. I'm going to scold whoever makes you cry." He's so innocent and his love for me is so pure. I'm glad that my brother is him. 

"Yes, I will be happier and not sad. But what if I cry from happiness?" I asked him. 

"It's alright but if you cry because of sadness, I'll sue the one who made you cry." I laughed at his statement, he smiled at me and hugged me. 

"I love you, noona." 

"I love you too, saeng."

All she wanted was to have someone that will love her behind the perfect facade everyone had assumed, behind that pedestal she was put into, behind everything and here she is...finally finding the one that got away.

A hard slap brought me back to reality as I look at my friend, Mav.

"Stop zoning out, you idiot."

I shook my head and stood up. It must be our break time that's why she's so pissed.

"Where are you going?" I looked at her, puzzled as she stated her question. "Kart is outside, he look pissed." I exited our classroom only to see a pissed guy while holding a black shirt.

"I told you to get the large size! Why did you give me this?!" He threw the shirt at me. I'm tired and I can't handle his bullshits anymore. "If you don't want it bring it back nicely!" I shouted and went inside again bringing the shirt with me. We caused a commotion outside I know. Nothing new, we're always the talk of the town because of him being such a douchébag.

"Why don't you just break-up with him? He's too much! You shouldn't be with a guy like him, he's such a..." Mav sighed as I stare at her blankly. I looked at the shirt I am holding, I gave this to him this morning and instead of saying thank you he shouted at me. I sat down on my chair and started to think where did it all go wrong.

We are together for more than two years now but we aren't like those usual couple that are so in love with each other. He asked me to be his girlfriend after a month of knowing me, even though I wasn't really in love with him I answered yes. The first six months of our relationship went smooth. He was nice to me, he took me out on dates and showered me with his attention. He made my heart flutter but It all changed when he saw me with one of my guy cousins. He thought that I was cheating and never really listened to my explanation. After that incident, he became cold and ill-tempered. He asked for a break-up and I gave it to him, I never felt hurt whenever he's angry at me nor when he don't text me. I never felt sad whenever he say hurtful words to me, It just made me mad.

I felt a hard slap on my cheeks as I start to get lost in my own thoughts.

"Stop overthinking, Yuri." Den told me. I smiled awkwardly and stood up. We headed to the canteen silently. As usual, it's crowded and noisy. After buying some food, we walked back again to our designated classroom. 

The day went pretty fast. It's already class dismissal. 

"Yuri!" I looked around as I heard someone call my name. I saw Jay and Cleo running towards my direction. 

"Your legs are so fast, gosh." Cleo exclaimed as she breathe heavily. I smiled and hugged them both. We talked and laughed a lot as we walked. 

"Yuri." I heard that familiar voice which made me angry. "What?" I replied coldly. I looked at him and waited for him to talk. Jay and Cleo stayed by my side and waited too. 

"Can we talk privately?"

"We can talk right here, right now."

"I...I want a break-up."

"Okay then, goodbye. Don't bother me again." I agreed and left him standing there. Cleo and Jay were shocked.

"Are you sure about what you did?" Cleo asked me.

"Yes. I'm tired of his bullshits and I don't even know why agreed to be his girlfriend two years ago. I never loved him." The truth came out. I never actually loved him in the first place. I stayed in a relationship without involving love.

"Wha...But...Why did you stay if you don't love him?" Cleo asked.

"I don't know." I looked at them blankly, not showing any emotion.

"I think It's alright." I looked at Jay with a hint of confusement.

"I think the break-up is alright. I think staying without involving love is alright. Love is not a feeling, It's a commitment." Jay said which hit me hard and our first six months played in my mind.

I did. I actually did love him. But only for a short span of time. I loved him but my heart chose to move-on as It starts to feel hurt. I stayed for comfort, not for love. 

I felt a hard slap again as I get lost with my thoughts.

"Your driver is here." Cleo said. I opened the door and the two entered the car after I sat in the middle of the backseat.

"I actually did..." The two looked at me with their eyebrows colliding with each other. "I actually did love him. But my heart chose to move-on. I stayed for comfort and not for love." I said revealing my thoughts.

They interrogated me the whole ride which I answered truthfully. After dropping them off their houses, we headed home. 

"Baby boy!" I shouted after opening the door of our house. My younger brother ran to me and jumped as he hug me. I hugged him back and kissed his cheeks. I walked upstairs and went to my room. I sat down at my bed and looked around my room. I got no pictures of him in my room nor pictures of us. I don't have any, even in my phone. I didn't like to take photos of me with somebody else, I never liked it actually. I love photography but me as a model? a big no. I sighed as I think of what happened earlier. The break-up, It doesn't make me sad or mad or anything. I feel nothing towards it. I feel nothing towards him. I took out the shirt he returned or more like, he threw at me this morning. I removed my uniform and went to the bathroom to wash myself. I wore the shirt and paired it with a sweatpants. I stared at my reflection in the mirror. My eyes looked cold, my lips are dry and my face isn't happy nor sad. I'm emotionless. I washed away my thoughts as I washed my face. And decided to divert my attention. 

I went downstairs and played with my brother at the living room.

"Noona, you look sad." He stated.

"I'm not sad, saeng." I told him and smiled.

"Did your boyfriend made you sad?" I looked at him and told him I don't have a boyfriend anymore. He cutely covered his mouth out of shockness. I smiled purely and kissed him on his cheek.

"I should have told your boyfriend to not make you sad, noona. But you never brought him here." My family knows I have a boyfriend but I never brought him in our house because I go with what my father said. If you brought a boyfriend or a girlfriend in your house to meet your parents, It means you're already sure that you'll marry each other. 

"It's alright, saeng. We're over now, I'll be happier without him." I smiled purely at his innocence.

"You promise?" He showed his pinky finger and I gladly linked my pinky finger with his. He hugged me and kissed my cheek. "You already promised me, noona. You should be happier and not sad, okay? I'm going to be mad if you're sad. I'm going to scold whoever makes you cry." He's so innocent and his love for me is so pure. I'm glad that my brother is him.

"Yes, I will be happier and not sad. But what if I cry from happiness?" I asked him.

"It's alright but if you cry because of sadness, I'll sue the one who made you cry." I laughed at his statement, he smiled at me and hugged me.

"I love you, noona."

"I love you too, saeng."



In a world wherein she is perceived to be perfect, would she find someone who's willing to look behind that facade?

"You are right Jessi, God who has power over our love. You or I do not know who our love will anchor to. For that I do not promise to marry you or marry Ayraa. But I will continue to convince myself that my love will never ending up to my death. " said Chello in a low voice and it was very clear for Jessi to hear.
Jessi's heart is very hurt and hurt, because Chello did not give the slightest chance for himself to prove that he loves Chello so much and he deserves Chello's love.
"If you have faith like that, I will also have faith like that. My love will not stop here. But I will endure until my death." said Jessi with her teary eyes then left Chello with a broken heart.
Chello let out a deep breath, speechless, or chasing after Jessi as well.
Remembering his promise to Doctor Kim, Chello immediately took his cellphone and contacted Armand to find and accompany Jessi.
"Hello ... Armand, what are you doing now?" asked Chello, not wanting to disturb Armand's rest.
"Just relaxing, what's up? Is Jessi still with you right now?" asked Armand, who was sometimes jealous whenever Jessi paid attention to Chello.
"Jessi is outside right now, maybe at this moment sad. I ask you a favor, find and accompany him. Currently Jessi needs someone to be able to comfort him." said Chello seriously.
"Why are you asking me for help? Don't you know that Jessi only wants you and not me." Armand said in a disappointed tone.
"I can't Mand, I can't give any hope to Jessi. Because that will make Jessi hurt even more." said Chello honestly.
"What do you mean Chell, don't you love Jessi?" asked Armand with a revival of enthusiasm.
"I love another woman, whom I've loved for a long time. And I promised myself I would only love her until my death." Chello answered seriously.
"But, Jessi only loves you." Armand said again in despair when remembering that Jessi did not give him the slightest chance to prove how much he loved Jessi.
"Have you given up on you, Mand? Aren't you fighting for your love? Or is that your love?" Chello asked intending to encourage Armand to be lured into fighting to maintain his love.
"All right, I know what you mean Chell. I'll prove it to you if my love is no joke. And my love deserves Jessi." said Armand who also had a pretty handsome face.
"That's just an Armand who's always confident to get something. I'm sure you can win Jessi's heart. Don't ever give up." said Chello encouraging Armand.
"Thank you Chell, I will not give up on getting Jessi's love. You, too, must still have faith that you can get the woman you love." said Armand seriously.
"Yes Mand, you hurry and find and accompany Jessi." said Chello as he hung up the call.
"The woman I love already has a husband Mand, how can I get him." said Chello to himself with a smile full of sorrow.
***
"Be careful Sis Danish." Ayraa said while laying Danish's body on the bed.
"Yes Ayraa." said Danish, who already felt a little weak during sleep, not stiff like the beginning, he couldn't move at all.
"Now, we have to think about how I can go to work and quit college." Ayraa said after thinking carefully about quitting college.
"No Ayraa, you can't quit college." said Danish with a panicked face.
"I have to be able to make a decision, Ms. Danish. Mother and father have come home, then who will look after Kak Danish at home when I go to college? If I work I can work at home and there is Dewa in the office." Ayraa said frankly, a little busy since her father and mother returned home.
"No Ayraa, don't make me sadder by not going to college because of me. I don't agree with Ayraa." said Danish with a sad look at Ayraa.
"But Sis, I did it for Kak Danish. I can't leave Kak Danish alone here." said Ayraa earnestly.
"No Ayraa, I still don't agree. You have to stay in college. I don't want you to drop out of college halfway." said Danish with a heart increasingly sad about himself being weak and helpless.
Ayraa sees sadness on Danish's face. And that makes Ayraa not think again to find a way out of how she should stay at home more often for a while until Danish recovers who knows how long.
"Okay, Sis Danish, I will continue to study. Sis Danish, don't be sad anymore, Ms. Danish's health can worsen again if Ms. Danish is sad or thinks too much." Ayraa said while rubbing Danish's soft face.
Danish smiles not wanting Ayraa to see her sadness again.
"So what do you want to do Ayraa? Instead of Cayla want to work? Why don't you put an office to help Dewa Cayla. And you just work at home to sign important documents. And for college you can take the night from six to hours. eight. So you can calm down in college when I've been taking medication and just stay sleepy. " said Danish giving advice and opinions to Ayraa.
Ayraa lifted her face, really why can't she think like Danish thought.
"Sis Danish is very smart, really lucky I have a husband who is handsome and smart." Ayraa said kissing Danish's whole face over and over again.
"I'm also lucky to have a wife who is beautiful and always loves me." said Danish with a smile.
"I'll call Cayla now." Ayraa said excitedly taking her cellphone to call Cayla.
"Cayla! Where are you now?" Ayraa asked, feeling sad because Cayla decided to stay in the apartment so as not to interfere with Ayraa and Danish's privacy.
"It's in the apartment, what's wrong Ayraa?" replied Cayla who was lying in her room.
"Kak Danish said you wanted to work in Kak Danish's office, is that true?" Ayraa asked seriously.
"Yes ... I want that Ay, but it all depends on Kak Danish." Cayla replied guiltily.
"Well, tomorrow morning you can immediately work and you can meet the gods. You will help the gods for a while." Ayraa said excitedly.
"Is it true Ayraa? Does Brother Danish already know about this?" Cayla asked, pleased that Cayla wanted to make amends by helping work in Danish's office even though she had no experience whatsoever.
"Of course you know, Kak Danish himself made the decision." said Ayraa, smiling happily.
"Wahhh ... tell kak Danish, I will work hard for Kak Danish company." Cayla said happily.
"Okay .. don't forget tomorrow at nine you have to be in the office." said Ayraa, happy to see Cayla happy.
"Ready !! Thump boss. I'm going to tell Chello the good news, so that his heart won't be sad anymore." Cayla said with a happy laugh.
"So what's with Chello?" Ayraa asked her heart was a little disturbed when she heard Chello was sad.
"Chello's senior doctor, Doctor Kim died a week ago. And until now Chello is still feeling sad." said Cayla feeling sorry for Chello.
"Doctor Kim died? Oh my God !! I never thought that Doctor Kim died, died because of what?" Ayraa asked, feeling sad because Doctor Kim was a very kind person.
"Yes, that's it Ay, good people are sometimes loved first by God, Doctor Kim died from being hit by a gunshot." Cayla replied sadly.
"Tell Chello Cay, to always be careful there and let Doctor Kim go." said Ayraa, feeling Chello's sadness.
"Yes Ay, I'll tell you later. It's been a while yes Ay ... I'll connect again later." Cayla said then hung up the call.
Ayraa sighed, not just believing that Mr. Kim had died.
"Who died Ayraa? I heard you say Doctor Kim? Did Doctor Kim call you Chello's friend?" asked Danish seriously.
"Yes Sis, Doctor Kim who once called me when Chello was injured. Has died from being hit by a gunshot on the front lines." Ayraa said sadly.
"Yes ... that's how Ayraa lives, there is birth there is also death. And maybe in a matter of seconds we could die." said Danish with full eyes.
"What Kak Danish said made me afraid of death." Ayraa said, feeling afraid to lose.
"If I had died first, I would not want you to be sad Ayraa." said Danish suddenly causing Karin to raise her face.
"Why is Kak Danish talking about death again? I don't want to talk about it. I don't want Kak Danish to talk about it again." Ayraa said with a sad face.
"Why Ayraa, gradually everyone will die right?" said Danish in a low voice.
"Yes Sis ... I know, but I wish Ms. Danish a long and healthy life." Ayraa said in a trembling voice.
"What if God loves me more Ayraa?" asked Danish earnestly.
Ayraa shook her head.
"I will ask God incessantly to give long life to Kak Danish." Ayraa replied holding back her tears so as not to spill.
"Thank you Ayraa, may God listen to your prayers." said Danish with a shady gaze.
"Sis Danish, don't think about death anymore, Sis. Danish, just think about our baby who is about to be four months old and we will know whether our baby is a boy or a girl. I hope a boy can name us Kak Danish on our first baby. " said Ayraa earnestly.
"I always think of our baby Ayraa, and I want when our first baby is born I still want to have more children from you." said Danish with a smile.


"He never said that he loved me so much...but I know very well that he loved me so much with the proof of his pain that almost led to his death."
(AYRAA DELANA)

"I love you so much ...I also have jealousy, but my jealousy, is not worth the amount of my love...because the goal in my life is to make you happy."
(CHELLO KANYSA)

"Let my love reside in the deepest of my heart...past, present, and future ... Let it remain engraved until it closes my eyes."
(DANISH AILLEN)

Ayraa Delana Ginanta a beautiful girl who is spoiled and a tomboy, the only child of the couple Nikita and Bagas.
Meanwhile, Chello is a handsome man who is patient and caring, the son of Hana and Raka's close friends, Nikita and Bagas.

Chello and Ayraa have been matched since they were little. but Ayraa loves Danish Aillen, a gay man who works as a substitute lecturer and a CEO in a sizeable company.

How do Bagas and Nikita feel when they see their only child loves a Gay?
And how did Chello feel when he found out about that? while in his heart very much in love with Ayraa?
Will Chello be able to marry Ayraa? Or will Ayraa marry Danish, a gay person who is sick with HIV?
Follow this story only on Webnovel ...

I couldn't even tell you the truth
Even love without hope exists
The wind blew away my goodbye
I couldn't distant myself from you
Your sad smile shook my calm
So I swept away my sad past
Looking in your eyes I could see
That with you lies our future
My hand against your cheek
Trembled with such desperation
Even though love can come to hurt
I'll chase after our try of eternity
You've become the sky in my dreams
With this maybe hope can be reborn
I'll protect your from your sorrow
And wrap you in my arms of tomorrow
We'll transform this pain into a new memory
Holding on only to each other, so for now
Don't let go of your feelings, never
Sad or happy it doesn't matter
I'll always love those transparent eyes
I'll cherish your lonely, broken heart
And when you give me that sad smile
I'll become your shield from pain
I couldn't even tell you the truth
That even love without hope exists
So I'll blow away my sad goodbye
Forever, always by your side

@2012

" Well telling something to you about love is not my cup of tea . As I have no love experience and you are a pro in this matter so I have nothing to say about it and I will just tell you this that don't give up your love for any one or anything as you love Luna . You have to fight for your love for her and you promise me this and this is more than enough for me . " said Elan An .

Edison Tang looked at his younger brother and didn't said anything .

Ehan An Tang looked at his elder brother and said , " What third brother said is right . You should promise us this . " 

When Edison looks at his other brother's he see them nodding there as they also support his third brother suggestion .

" Well I can't promise you guys anything but I will try my best " told Edison Tang . 

Elan An looked at his elder brother and said , " All of us cannot bare to see you unhappy and sad . As it also make us sad . And I know you can no bear to make us sad . And we can't bear to see you sad . As you love Luna so much so more or less we have accepted Luna as our elder sister-in-law so you have to make her your wife and make her our sister-in-law .

She is Epsha. Epsha An the second miss of An family. 

She is the loving sister of her nine brother's.

Six elder brother's and one young brother her biological brothers. 

Expect them she has two step brother and a sister also.

Her step brother from her father decreased wife and one child from one of his past flings. 

She is the owner of the ES Group of Industries. One of the rising company among other companies. 

The company which is where it was made by herself from the scratch .

She is a strong willed and independent woman. Who knows what she wants.

On a faithful day, 

She wakes up in a unfamiliar room. After looking it carefully she gets to know it one of the presidential suite of a hotel under her company.

How she come her. when Epsha tried to sit she felt pain in her waist and stand up she fell pain all over the body and mostly at her lady part. 

After that she got up dressed herself and go away from there.

After two months she got to know that she is pregnant. 

But she doesn't know who is the father of her child. 

She tried to find but couldn't find. 

Five years later, 

' Lady are you looking for something or someone.'

' Yes. '

" What it is and how can we help you? "

' This...... ' 

From behind her come a deep voice come,

" Women are you looking for them ? "

 " Yes. Oh! God my loving babies where did you guys go by leaving me? "


The book written by me and not a Translation so the rights what to do with it is mine. 

So do not paralyze this .

It's a polite request and reminder.

Or I would have to take drastic measures and action against you for paralizing .

"I don't know much about love, but I have loved someone for 14 years, and all of it in hope, without being together. If you think you are confused by every woman's behavior, then I am less fortunate about this. How about it? Never mind being able to enjoy the silent behavior of a thousand of her languages. I can't even just enjoy his smile from afar. In your opinion, which one is better? Can we live together with her whom we love and enjoy all her ridiculous acts, even with blind expressions because we cannot read, or just live in her shadow? ""clear courier.
Hans fell silent. In the corner of his heart, he confirmed what the courier said.
"Woman is unique, her silence is a sign of despair. Anger is a sign of her prosecution. Yes, it's hard, we have to be super sensitive, but even that silence can be a sign to respect every decision that a man makes. Because if they want to open her voice, express her wish, she is afraid her man will be angry. But if it continues, without us trying to understand, then naturally she can leave, because feeling not loved enough. Yes, only we know how beautiful she is at our heart. Isn't that unique a beautiful thing? Know this clearly, all beautiful things will always receive it. In other words, a new man who is willing to be more sensitive, and understand her. Remember! Giving love is not enough, of course it must be together with sensitivity. And both of those things will be in vain if we do not respect her," explained the courier.
Hans now, looks much different from what was reported. He responded and received a courier's words carefully, inner Steven.
Honestly in his heart, Hans doesn't know what to do to love the right way. He only knows that when giving women everything they want, it is already the greatest good. Without realizing it, not all women want material things.
The courier, who was Steve Scott, saw Hans, he muttered to himself.
Should I give Achiera into his hands? He happily called out to me just to ask about this. Is there no grudge anymore? Is it true that everything has turned into love? Achiera, you can magic with all those who are near you with sincerity, including the demon in front of me, Hans Matthew. Should I let you go for the second time? Is this really my decision? If it is for your happiness, I am willing to let you go to this man. Even though my 14 years of waiting would be in vain, I accepted everything. But you know, I'm still Steven who loves you, not 14 years ago or 14 years later. I will always be there to protect you, and I won't hesitate to finish off this man if he hurts you again.
"Thank you, you have given me a light. I understand now," said Hans very excitedly.
Steven's reverie broke, because of that.
"Sir, you are a young master who is most respected and feared in this country F. Are you not wrong to ask for information about love from a courier like me who is far below your level?" asked Steven.
"In matters of love there is no such thing as a young master or big boss, because love is not measured by how much rank one has, how much wealth one has. Love can only be owned by those who have a big heart. Those who are arrogant, of course, cannot feel it. " Now it's Hans turn to define love,
"You are the right young master, nobody is perfect!" Steven last said before leaving.
With every step of the foot Steven passed, he remembered his first encounter with the carefree little Achiera. Bravely came up to Steven with her sweet smile.
Flashback On -
"Brother ..." called little Achiera as he walked closer to Steven.
"What are you doing here? Are you crying?" Achiera continued asking.
"..." Steven was silent and just stared at Achiera.
"Can't you speak?" asked Achiera again. "Are you sad, or don't like talking to Achi?"
"..." Steven is still silent.
Achiera continues talking. "That means Mama Achi is right, Achi talks too much. Even though not everyone likes to talk like Achi. Achi is too talkative," continued Achiera, frowning.
Steven was 12 years old at the time, couldn't bear to look at Achiera who blamed himself, gently stroked Achiera's hair, and said, "You're not fussy."
Steven makes Achiera stop blaming herself.
"It's just that, I'm sad right now. Here I'm alone without any friends I know," Steven continued with a sad expression.
"Oh ... So you are sad because you don't have any friends? Don't worry, my name is Achiera, which means luck and blessing. Mama and dad often call me Achi. You can also call me Achi, just like the others."
Achiera continued to boast without losing her cute smile.
Seven returned to stroking Achiera's long hair. "You are very funny."
"But the problem is, when I and my family come here for a vacation, I lose track of both my parents and my siblings, so that in this country I don't have any of my family. I'm confused about how to return to my home country," continued Steven, he looking sad.
"So you are sad because of that? You don't need to worry. I have a great daddy. He will help you. Achi will ask dad to support you. You won't be sad," Achiera said excitedly.
Steven is silent without an answer, he looks gloomy.
"Don't you believe in Achi? "asked Achiera again.
"No, but...," Steven said in silence.
"Achiera has something, this is called sad medicine. Achiera often eats chocolate if Achiera's school grades are bad." Achiera offered her chocolate she always carried everywhere.
"Are you sure this chocolate can get rid of sadness?" asked little Steven.
"Absolutely sure, because the taste of this chocolate is very sweet. There is indeed bitterness at the beginning of the bite, but in the end it will be sweet at the tip of the tongue. Likewise with sadness, it will soon disappear and end sweet, like this chocolate when enjoyed," said Achiera, making Steven who every time remembered Achiera's words did not stop laughing sweetly.
Flashback Off -
For him the memories were very beautiful, and would not just be forgotten, no matter what. Because of that brief memory, he has been around to this day, the purpose of his life began from then on.
"Achiera… My little Achi, be happy. That's enough for me, "Steven muttered quietly, while walking to enjoy the ruins of childhood memories.


[COMPLETED STORY!!!]

{WARNING! MATURE CONTENT 21+}

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At the end of story, all you need is love! I have found it in you~ Hans Matthew.
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Achiera accidentally entered the room and spilled wine on young master Hans Matthew's work documents, resulting in the young master losing his targeted cooperation opportunity for 1 year and the client's humiliation made the young master furious.

Instead of apologizing, Achiera Grey slapped the young master from the Matthews group.

After finding out, it turns out, Achiera is the daughter of a mortal enemy who destroyed his life in the past! Knowing this prompted Hans to continue the revenge he had buried for a long time.

Can he get his revenge?
And what is the real problem that causes Hans to be hostile to Achiera's father?

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Woman at the lowest point series:
1. Between Love and Revenge [Chapter 01-108 (end)]
2. Intoxicating Love [109-378 (End)]


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Can Relationships Ends with a Simple Goodbye?
Can Feelings Ends with a Simple Goodbye?
Can Longing Ends with a Simple Goodbye?
Can Heartaches Ends with a Simple Goodbye?

Its So Long to End In a Short Words
Its Full of Memories to End In a Simple Words
Its Full of Smiles to End In a Sad Glance
Its Full of Melody to End In a Few Notes

Its Sad that It Ends In a Sad Smiles 
Its So Sad that It Ends In a Common Words
Its Awful Sad that It Ends with a Dried Eyes
As I Said Okay and Alright It Ends

As I Said Goodbye by Saying Okay and Alright
As I Said Goodbye with this So Ordinary Words
Too Ordinary Maybe It Doesn't Hurt?
Too Ordinary Maybe It Won't Hurt Too Much?

This Okay and Alright means that I Understand You
This Okay and Alright means that I Love You
This Okay and Alright means that I Want You to Smile and to be Happy
This Okay and Alright means that I will Just Remember You as My Sad Past...

Too Ordinary Words but the Feelings are Not So Ordinary
Too Ordinary Words but the Heartaches Is Too Much to be Ordinary
Words that's Needed to be Said Because of Love
Because I Love You So Much
So I Should Respect Your Decision to Let You Go...

Literature is like the ocean and the true love of a mother, it's everlasting...

I must say that all of my thoughts, my tears, my feelings, and even some of my secrets hide inside the Poems and Inspirational thoughts that I've written in my love notebook for years.
Now that it's almost full and oldy I guess it's time to share my hideaway hoping that It'll calm you like you were in your hideout!

After all, I believed that Poems are recollected feelings of the author itself that's want to be shared.

#Reading Poems a day is like reading a story each day!

Enjoy reading and thank you, My Sunshines!

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