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mysterioh · 4 years

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Saajan Ji Ghar Aaye - Chapter One

Bucky Barnes x Desi!Reader

Synopsis: After a brisk romance in London, Bucky follows you back to your home in Upstate New York where the preparations for your marriage to the son of a family friend are well underway. As the inevitable countdown to your wedding begins, Bucky remains optimistic in his pursuit of your love and your family’s acceptance.

Arranged Marriage/Forbidden Lovers AU

“Saajan Ji ghar aaye” means “your beloved has come to your home”.

Masterlist

I. Koi Mil Gaya

Koi Mil Gaya. Mera Dil Gaya.

There’s a peculiar charm to airports. The continuous hum of cheerful chatter, luggage wheels rolling softly on shining white tiles, and cell phones ringing create a lively atmosphere. The pungent aroma of coffee beans wafting from cafe stalls brings the comfort and warmth of home to a junction where different parts of the world connect.

It’s late in the afternoon. The sun pours through the large ceiling to floor windows that curve around the place. Streams of people flow through the terminal building while others sit in the lounge, either excited or bored.

"Oho, Ummi, I'll be fine," you groaned on the phone, pulling your carryon as you made your way to the gate. "I've been on a plane before.”

Ummi replies with a snarky remark, but you know she's just worried underneath it.

“Okay, maybe not alone, but how hard can it be? I’ll be fine. Stop worrying,” you replied. Ummi releases a deep sigh and hands the phone over to your father. "Hello? Abbu?" you said, "Hanji, main thik hu. Hanji, hanji, sab kuch meray paas hi hai.”

"Are you sure you'll be okay?" Abbu asks one last time just to make sure.

You sigh deeply. "Yes, I promise. I’ll be fine. It's a direct flight to London. I just have to get on the right plane. That's it.”

Unfortunately, your word wasn’t enough for him. He goes on to lecture you about the dangers of the airport with the classic “young girls shouldn’t be traveling alone” spiel. After hearing the very same lecture for years, reiterated with a new subject matter so many times, it automatically goes through one ear and out the other.

You knew he meant well. He always did. Every step he took had the wellbeing of his family in mind. But sometimes he overdid it; and it was those certain moments that made you cringe.

Your ears perked up when the PA system spoke overhead. “Passengers for Flight 9B4 to London, please go to Gate 36.”

"Abbu, I’ll talk to you later!” you exclaim. “They're calling my flight. I gotta go. Bye!" You hang up on him before he can say anything with a mischievous grin.

You speed walk down the terminal, using the overpass with directions as a guide. Another announcement has you running through the crowds, slightly pushing and whispering sorries as you do. By the time you get to the gate you’re a heaving mess. You give your boarding pass to the gate agent while bending over to catch your breath.

“Made it just in time,” she chirped with an amused smile.

You reply with a breathy laugh, unable to say a word.

Damn, I’m out of shape.

She verifies your boarding pass and hands it back. “Enjoy your flight.”

You thank her before entering the air bridge and into the plane. A gorgeous blond attendant at the door greets you warmly then guides you up the aisle towards the first class seats. You find your seat by the window. Slipping your carryon into the overhead compartment, you take your seat then pull out your phone to message your dad about successfully getting on the plane.

From the corner of your eye, you see a guy lifting his bag to place it in the compartment above. The hem of his shirt hovers just above his waist as he stretches, showing the band of his Calvin Klein boxers and a teaser of what seems to be a very sculpted torso.

You whip your head towards the window, embarrassed by yourself for looking at him. You hear the seat next to you dip and groan inwardly. You give him a side glance as he rustles through his backpack for something.

His side profile is gorgeous. Short, fluffy brown locks just begging your fingers to run through them. A perfectly straight nose and a sculpted jaw.

A phone notification forces you to look away. It's a message from Abbu wishing you safe travels. A grin spreads on your face.

"Ladies and gentlemen, welcome onboard Flight 9B4 with service from New York to London," the head attendant announces.

"Mind if I squeeze this right here?" he says, already pushing his bag between your legs and his.

I mean you already did?

"Yeah, that's fine," you reply.

"Thanks," he grins.

"We ask that you please fasten your seatbelts at this time and please turn off all electronic devices, including laptops and cellphones," the attendant drolls. "Thank you for choosing British Airways. Enjoy your flight."

You listen to her directions and securely strap yourself in. You take a deep breath and relax into your seat as the plane begins to move.

"Nervous?"

You turn over to find the guy looking at you with a goofy smile.

"No," you replied, a bit harsher than you intended to.

"I was just asking," he chuckles. "I'm nervous."

"First time?" You asked.

"No," he denied with a shake of the head. "I always get nervous. You never know what can happen y'know? Like what if the engine bursts when we're over the ocean? We're all fucking screwed."

He had a point and it was a plausible fear, but what decent human being would actually come out and say it while the plane was taking off?

You look at him completely dumbfounded.

"Didn't mean to scare you."

Your lips contort into a pout. "I'm not afraid."

He shrugs. "Looks like you are."

"Well, I'm not," you affirm.

"Alright, so when the plane takes a nosedive into the ocean, I'll count on you to save me 'cause I'm going to be scared out of my mind."

"I'm not going to save you," you reply flatly.

"Ouch," he chuckles, his eyes crinkling at the corners when he does. "Whatever happened to being a Good Samaritan?"

"We'd both die instantly. There's no point in helping."

"Geez, you're depressing."

You fall back into your seat as the plane begins to rise.

"Oh, this is it," he announces with exaggerated excitement.

"Can you please be quiet?"

"Sorry," he whispers apologetically.

You look out the small window, watching the plane lift off the ground and rise into the sky. Even as the engines rumbled and the ringing in your ears grew irritating, the scenery through the little window made your heart feel at ease. The clouds flowed constantly like sheets that stretched to the horizon. As the wings sliced through the dense layer, a brilliant evening sun scattered a hazy pink over the clouds, leaving you in awe and admiration. The plane levels and sets on a steady course over the clouds.

You reach down into your handbag and pull out the novel you've been trying to finish.

"Is that the Kite Runner?" he asks.

"It is," you reply with a smile. The first time you've smiled in your short time with him and he has to admit it's a pretty one.

"That's a great book! I finished it in three days."

"Oh wow," you exclaimed, slightly embarrassed that it was taking you weeks. Not your fault though. You were busy.

"Yeah," he sighs, reminiscing a good memory. "I don't read many books, but that one," he points at the book in your hand. "It moved me to tears."

Your hand brushes over the cover. "Yeah, I like it so far. I love how flawed Amir is and how he strives to be better. It's so relatable."

"Yeah, it's so realistic," he replies. "I cried when he found out Hassan died."

"Hassan dies?" You gasped.

From the dumbfounded look on your face, he realizes that he's committed one of the greatest sins. "What? No!" He laughs nervously. "I meant Baba dies."

"Baba dies too?"

"No," he shakes his head. "Nobody dies. They all live—happily. They all live a happy ending."

He can feel a thousand curses shot in his way just by the way you're glaring at him.

"Aha," he laughs awkwardly. "I'll just shut up now."

"Good idea," you mumble.

"Would you two like anything?" The flight attendant asked.

"Uh, yeah I'll have some water," he replies then turns to you. "Do you–"

"No thank you," you replied curtly, opening up your book to where you left off.

Bucky takes the bottle from the attendant with a sheepish smile. He decides not to bother you anymore and pulls out his air pods to listen to some music that would hopefully lull him to sleep. He puts on his slow playlist then shifts into his seat until he feels comfortable. He closes his eyes, allowing the music to relax him and just as his consciousness begins to ebb, a heavy thud on his shoulder brings him back to reality.

He turns to find you fast asleep with your head resting against his shoulder.

Bucky couldn’t stop his lips from stretching into a wide grin. There's just something so intimate about someone —stranger or not— falling asleep on your shoulder that makes your heart flutter. It made his insides flip and a light blush scatter on his cheeks. He sits quietly, making sure not to move too much so he doesn’t wake you.

Wide awake, he twiddles his thumbs, wondering what to do. He sees the book in your lap and slowly slips it out from underneath your hand. You wouldn't mind if he borrowed it. He flips to the first page and starts to read, delving deep into a distant world that rested in his hands.

As Bucky travels back to 1970’s Afghanistan through the memories of his flawed storyteller, Amir, a brilliant idea pops in his mind.

It's a stretch, but it might just work.

All he needs is a piece of paper and a pen.

"Farhan!" You wave in excitement.

"Y/N!" He shouts back, weaving through the crowd to get to you.

You jump into his arms and give your brother a tight hug.

"I've missed you so much!" you whined, shaking him from side to side.

"I've missed you too," he says, a chuckle coloring his words. You push him back to have a good look at him.

"You look kinda skinny," you comment, "have you been eating?"

Farhan rolls his eyes. "You sound like mom." He takes the suitcase by your side and pulls it along. "Now come on, let's get out of here."

Farhan was your mother's pride and joy. She loved all her children, but she loved him just a little bit more.

He was the trophy child of the family, and as the heir to one of the largest enterprises in the world, he had to be. He was the best in school, the best on the field, and had a magnetic personality that attracted crowds from miles away. If it wasn't his personality that attracted others it was his looks. He was the very definition of tall, dark, and handsome with the most gorgeous hazel eyes that fringed with smooth green under the right light. You can't recall how many times your friends asked if he was single. As if you'd actually give them a chance with your brother.

After graduating from Oxford with an MBA degree, he decided to stay in England and work at the London branch of the company, honing his skills before he took his throne.

Farhan was perfect in every way and your parents wouldn't miss a chance to boast about him. He was the envy of the elite. His name was clear of scandals and only marked with achievement after achievement, raising the family name to soaring heights.

Only problem he had was that he refused to get married. He wouldn't even look at the pictures of girls your mother offered him. When she'd asked him why he didn't want to, he always had the same answer.

"They don't want me, they want my name."

Sometimes, you wished you had his boldness.

"How was the flight?" Farhan asked as he pulled out of the parking lot.

"Good," you replied. You cringe from embarrassment, remembering how you slept on that guy's shoulder the entire flight.

"What's wrong?"

"Nothing," you turn to look out the window, watching raindrops racing down the side of the window. "It's kind of weird sitting on this side of the car," you laugh.

He chuckles. "It is, but you get used to it after a while. How's the wedding going?"

You exhale deeply while leaning against the window. "I don't know, ask Ummi."

"What's that supposed to mean?"

"It means, Ummi does everything. I just sit there and look pretty."

Farhan laughs from his stomach. "Why not tell her to ease back a bit?"

"I don't mind it,” you explained. “Honestly, I'm grateful. I can't plan shit, but I just wished she wouldn't talk about it so much."

Farhan’s brows crease in confusion. “You’re not getting cold feet are you?”

“N-no!” you stammered. “It just gets me anxious, that’s all.”

He sighs, waiting at the light. “You bring it on yourself, Y/N,”

Your head whips towards him. “And what do you mean by that?”

“You try so hard to please everyone else, that you end up not caring for yourself."

“That’s not true—”

“We both know this wedding is only to please Abbu," he interjects with a sad chuckle. “You’re only marrying Ayan for him.”

You scoffed. “I’m marrying Ayan because I want to," you counter. “He’s sweet and really nice—”

“But do you love him?”

You fall back against the window with a sigh. “Farhan I don't want to talk about this," you mumbled.

"But don't you think you should?" He questions.

“Yeah, Abbu picked Ayan for me. So what about it?" you lectured, waving your hands around. "He's always done what's best for us. So what’s to say he won’t pick the one that’s the best for me?”

“But shouldn’t you be the one who knows what’s best for you? Not Abbu?” he contended, eyes fixated on the street. “You say you’re an independent adult, Y/N, but you’ve never stepped out from underneath his wing. You've never tried anything for yourself, it's always what he wants," he jabbed, hitting you harder than he had intended to.

You retreat to your window in defeat and shame.

“Hey," he whispers, shaking your arm. You don't look at him cause you might just cry; and that's one thing you'd never do in front of him. At least not anymore.

"I’m not trying to make you feel bad, I just worry about you sometimes," he confesses. "I want you to be happy doing what you want to do and not what others want from you."

You turn just a little to peek over at him with a quaint smile. He smiles back, holding your hand tight. “This is what I want. Really it is. Don't worry."

He laughs in defeat. "Whatever you say, Aloo."

You smack his arm. "Don't call me that!"

You plop onto the bed after unpacking your bags. Farhan had to take a business call, leaving you to your own devices. You scroll through different apps, bored out of your mind and a bit sleepy.

A notification drops down.

Ayan

Have fun on your trip! Call me when you get the time. 😊

Your insides twist at the message and not in the excited, butterflies in your stomach kind of way. It’s more like a dreadful duty that you don’t want to do right now.

You swipe the notification away, promising yourself that you’d call him tomorrow, and decide you should go to sleep. You reach over for your bag on the bedside table to get your phone charger. You pull out the novel you quickly shoved inside before leaving the plane, and notice a paper sticking out at the top of the book. You raise a brow in confusion. You never had any bookmarks, and just folded the corners to save the page. You pulled it out and weren’t expecting a message.

Sorry about spoiling the book. Maybe I can make it up to you? If you’re staying in London, hit me up.

917 - 569 - 2156

- Bucky

Translations:

“Hanji, main thik hu. Hanji, hanji, sab kuch meray paas hi hai.” - Yes, I’m fine. Yes, Yes, I have everything with me.

Aloo - Potato ( a nickname)

Taglist: @anjali750 @desibarnes @regainedworld @saintsebastian-stan

#bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes x you #bucky barnes x y/n #bucky barnes au #desi au #bucky barnes x desi!reader

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randompony03 · 5 years

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The Kiss of A Fairy Chapter 1: The Boy With Wings

Hey guys! I got this new fic I’m working on. It’s a lot better than the few I’ve posted here before, I promise. So, yeah. We got Logan, a normal high school student, who finds out there may be a bit more magic in his life than he wanted or bargained for. totally not based off of @fangirltothefullest ‘s amazing fae AU or anything-

Ships: Logicality, background prinxiety

Logan was a normal kid. Well, as normal as the smartest kid in school could be. He got good grades, always had an answer ready when a teacher called on him, and had received more medals than anyone else in debate. He liked to keep to himself, but he was by no account lonely. He had Roman and Virgil to ensure that.

Virgil had been friends with Logan since they were young. He had just shown up in the middle of the year during kindergarten. While the teacher was introducing him, he and Logan wouldn’t stop staring at each other. The two became fast friends, which was nice since they both had troubles making friends before, and even after meeting each other. That lasted until 8th grade decided to roll around.

Roman transferred to their middle school. Logan and Virgil met him and decided they hated him. He fought with both of them constantly. Despite this, they were stuck at the same table during science and consistently partnered together for history group projects. This had lead to them finally accepting each other. They learned to communicate better rather than resorting to name-calling and snarky remarks. Virgil and Roman still had trouble seeing eye to eye even after they settled down, but many long talks helped cure that. They grew very close after that, close enough for Logan to tease them about it. Soon enough, as Logan saw coming a mile away, fondness grew to love and the two of them were dating by their freshman year of high school. Life was simple but nice for them.

Logan now stood at the bus stop, his binder in hand. He could feel sleep beginning to sag under his eyes. He hadn’t counted on his after-school debate tournament to take so much out of him. Thankful for the cool night air, he closed his eyes to fully experience it. The sound of approaching feet pulled him back to reality. He opened his eyes and turned to see Roman and Virgil hand in hand. Roman had traces of green face paint on his light brown skin, while Virgil looked perfectly content. Lucky bastard only stayed after school for Anime Club. “We didn’t keep you out here alone for too long, did we?” Logan shook his head. “No, the tournament ended only a short while ago.” Roman relaxed at the statement. “Thank God. Dress rehearsal took longer than usual today.”

Roman and Logan droned on into the evening about what they went through that day while Virgil only snickered. Eventually, the bus arrived and the three boys boarded. They talked and laughed during the trip, then Roman had to leave. He quickly kissed Virgil good-bye before standing to exit the bus. After he was gone, Virgil and Logan were left to quietly chat until their stop came into view. Virgil quickly thanked the bus driver before stepping off and following Logan to their apartment building. They walked together to the second floor and bid each other good-night before Logan continued to the third.

Once in his room, Logan pulled out his Chromebook and began typing up a rough draft for a narrative for his English class. He wasn’t always the best with writing stories, even if they were from his own life. He figured he could have Roman look over it tomorrow. Asking for help had been a difficult task all Logan’s life, but once Roman stepped in and stubbornly insisted on looking over Logan’s writing it became a little easier. After a few moments of typing, he leaned back to think over how to phrase the next few sentences. That was when he noticed a figure dashing through the street to the trees across from the apartment. Standing up and leaning in close to the glass revealed the figure to be Virgil. Logan groaned and closed his Chromebook. What sort of mischief was that friend of his getting into now? He slid his window open and slipped through onto the fire escape. Rushing down, he carefully jumped to the ground beneath him. Once his feet made contact with the grass he bolted off after Virgil.

“Virgil!”, he whisper-shouted, “What the hell are you doing?” His question seemed to blow away in the night air when no response came. Logan batted away branches and leaves as he continued head-on into the forest. After it felt like he was truly lost, Logan caught a glimpse of Virgil, but he seemed different. His ears were long and pointed, and there were small horns poking out from his head. He took off his shirt and OH GOD. WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK. WERE THOSE WINGS? As Logan continued to run forward, thousands of questions swam around his mind distracting him from the outside world. He ran smack into a particularly wide tree.

When Logan came to it was daylight. He squinted at the sunshine stabbing through the leaves above him. He slowly sat up and brushed himself off. Some of the dirt stayed on his clothes, but at least he could get all the leaves off. He was about to stand when he heard a small yawn near him. Freezing in place, Logan turned his head to see the source of the sound. Some kid with strawberry-blonde hair decorated with a flower crown, an elaborate layered dress and a set of iridescent wings sat with their back turned to him. They stretched their arms up into the air before swiveling around to see Logan. A freckly face with a pair of glasses composed of what seemed to be rose gold and twigs sitting on it stared at him. They turned all the way around so their front was facing Logan as a grin spread across their face. Judging by body shape alone, Logan figured they might be a boy. “Oh good, you’re awake!” the boy in the dress said excitedly, clapping his hands together. Logan only stared back, mouth agape. The winged boy cocked his head at him, still smiling. There was a curious glint in his eyes.

Suddenly, he dashed forward on hand and knee. He stopped a mere few centimeters from Logan’s face. Logan found his cheeks to be heating up. The other boy grabbed each side of his face, turning it this way and that. “I’ve never met a human before.” he chirped, using his thumb to push Logan’s upper lip to expose his teeth. Logan had never felt so violated of his personal space, and yet so unwanting to do something about it. The other boy gasped. “Look how flat your teeth are!” He giggled, the sound of it comparable to bells. He pulled away placing his hands in his lap. A grin full of pointy teeth spread on his face. A shiver ran up Logan’s spine. “I’m Patton by the way. What’s your name?” The boy in the dress asked. Logan blinked a few times and just barely choked out, “L...Logan.” Patton seemed to be processing the name. “Logan? Logan. LoganLoganLogan.” he tried it on his own tongue, becoming more delighted the more he said it, “Logan! I love it!” he giggled his bell giggle once more and happily fluttered his wings. Logan’s face burned. He never really thought anyone would be this enchanted with his name. “Thank you..” he mumbled, “Uh if you don’t mind, would you tell me something?” He asked. Patton beamed. “Of course Logan!” He leaned forward a bit to signal that he was listening. “What are you?” Logan's eyes wandered to Patton’s wings. “I’m a fae! More specifically a fairy!” Patton answered. Logan held the side of his head. This kid either had to be insane or a figment of his imagination, no way was he a real fairy. “Would you answer a question for me now?” Patton asked, leaning forward more now. “Oh, uh, sure?” Logan agreed. “What’s your full name?” A gust of cold wind blew through the leaves. There was something about that question that didn’t sit quite right with Logan. If it had been anyone else, he would have out-right refused, but something about Patton made him feel like a powerful figure of natural authority. The bespectacled human felt like there would be unpleasant consequences for not answering the question. “Logan Farhan Berry.” A large toothy grin spread across Patton’s face. Logan had a feeling that was a bad sign. He, admittedly, didn’t know a whole lot about fairies, but he knew enough to know that they were dangerous and not at all like Tinkerbell.

Patton shot up and danced happily around the forest floor. He hummed in satisfaction as he twirled around Logan, reaching out to lightly hold up the human’s face every now and then. Logan had never felt more lost then he did right now. “Come dance with me, Logan! Don’t you want to celebrate?” Patton asked, tugging at Logan’s arm. “Celebrate what?” he asked, allowing Patton to pull him to his feet. The fairy pressed his back to Logans front and had him place his arms around him. “Celebrate our romantic bond of course!” Patton answered dreamily, nuzzling into Logan’s chest. By now, Logan’s face was as red as a tomato. “Wh-What do you mean, ‘romantic bond’?” he asked barely above a whisper. Patton spun out of his arms and faced Logan with a bright smile. “You gave me your full name! You’re my lover now, Logan Farhan Berry!” For a moment Logan thought he was going to collapse due to all the blood in his body rushing to his head then draining out in such a short amount of time.

So THAT’S why Patton had seemed so excited at the idea of Logan giving him his name. Logan still couldn’t fully process the fact that he had seemed charming enough that a fairy had asked for his full name to be in a romantic relationship with him. Patton was very handsome, probably due to him being a fairy, but Logan wasn’t sure he wanted to start a relationship with him. Or anyone for that matter. He wasn’t exactly in tune with his feeling 100% of the time, that includes romantic attraction.

“Patton?” came a voice from behind some nearby trees. Logan swore he knew that voice, but he was so out of it he couldn’t pinpoint how. A hand placed itself on the side of a tree in front of them. A round face with a head of purple hair and small horns followed after. The piercing green eyes with the dark eye makeup around them finally clicked in Logan’s memory. “Patton, where did you go last night?” Virgil asked, stepping out more. Patton’s face lit up. “Virgil! Come meet my betrothed,” he wrapped his arms around Logan’s and pulled him into view, “Logan!” The human and the fairy half hidden by trees staring, bug-eyed at each other. “Virgil?!” “Logan?!” They called out in surprise and confusion to each other.

#sanders sides #logan sanders #patton sanders #virgil sanders #roman sanders #logicality #prinxiety #fae #fairy #thankyoufangirltothefullestforbeingyou

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diurnalnews · 2 years

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Vicky Kaushal wife's Katrina Kaif looks absolutely stunning(no.1).

Vicky Kaushal wife’s Katrina Kaif looks absolutely stunning(no.1).

Vicky Kaushal and Katrina Kaif attended a party at Farhan’s home and asked for shutterbugs while holding hands, last week. The couple smiled broadly for the cameras and even waved good-bye to their fans. The two looked incredible in proportion – Man opted for a white shirt and denim, and Katrina was wearing a small printed dress. Do you remember Katrina Kaif’s dress, which she wore when she…

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#dress #Katrina Kaif #Vicky kaushal

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harryforvogue · 3 years

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Farhan akhtar?

Yikes, I Don’t See The Appeal || Not My Type || He’s Alright || I See The Appeal But I’m Different™ || Cute But On Alternating Wednesdays || He Has A Kind Face And That’s Good Enough || Pretty || Gorgeous || I— I Love? We Don’t Deserve Him. || BYE THAT MAN IS SO FINE AND I HAVE TO CONTROL IT EVERY TIME I WATCH SOMETHING OF HIS. AND HIS VOICE IS SOOOOO SEXY

send me your favorite average, white man and i’ll rate him

#Anonymous

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simsandgalaxies · 7 years

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Cody: Are you sure you gotta leave? Dyl just moved out...

Maddie: I need to do this, Cody. I need to get out on my own and explore. It’s time for me to grow up too. I’m not a baby anymore.

Cody: (sighs) You’re right. I’m gonna miss you, kid. It’s gonna get real lonely with just dad and me.

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Dylan: Our Maddie’s all grown up! Proud of you, squirt. You’re such a badass. I’m really gonna miss your stupid face.

Maddie: (blushes) Don’t worry, I’ll still be over all the time to bother you and Farhan.

Dylan: I’ll look forward to it.

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Jason: You have everything you need?

Maddie: Yeah, everything’s all taken care of. Bye daddy. I’m gonna miss you so much. I’ll call as soon as I get there, okay? The drive’s not too long.

Jason: I’m so proud of you, honey. And your mom’s proud too, trust me. You’re gonna do so many great things in Blythe Harbor.

Maddie: I love you, daddy. You’ll come visit, won’t you?

Jason: Of course I will, kiddo. I love you so much.

#ts4 #sims 4 #sims4 #sims 4 legacy #ts4 legacy #klein legacy #klein1

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hblike-blog · 5 years

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Priyanka Chopra to say bye-bye to Bollywood?

Priyanka Chopra to say bye-bye to Bollywood? - The actress has not signed any new film after The Sky is Pink of which only the last schedule of shooting is pending. Priyanka Chopra, it seems, is set to bid goodbye to Bollywood and Indian cinema, at least for the moment. According to sources, the actress will complete the pending schedule for The Sky is Pink, her last project in India, as soon as she is done with her post-wedding commitments and has signed no new film in India after this. “There were talks with Sanjay Leela Bhansali. She was also considered for the Rakesh Sharma biopic Sare Jahan se Achcha in which Aamir Khan was to play the lead. But when Shah Rukh Khan stepped in she lost the chance to be part of this project also,” says a source. In addition, Don 3 is also on the anvil, with Shah Rukh Khan and Farhan Akhtar coming together again. But Priyanka, who played the lead in both the earlier films of the franchise won’t be a part of it this time. However, there is hope yet. With Shah Rukh stepping out of Sare Jahan Se Achcha, Priyanka may be part of the project again, considering that she shares a terrific rapport with with the Sare Jahan Se Achcha producer Siddharth Roy Kapoor who also is producing The Sky Is Pink. Priyanka Chopra to say bye-bye to Bollywood? Read the full article

#Bollywood #don3 #Entertainment #PriyankaChopra #SaareJahanSeAccha #TheSkyIsPink

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aminalatif · 6 years

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Section 377 Verdict: Karan Johar, Abhishek Bachchan, Sonam Kapoor and other celebs laud the Supreme Court’s decision | Hindi Movie News

After the Supreme Court of India ruled that homosexuality is no longer a crime, saying sexual orientation is natural and people have no control on it, the decision witnessed immense jubilation and joy from the LGBTQ community. Many Bollywood celebrities also chose to come out in support of the court’s verdict.

Even in the past, many B-town celebs have lent their support to the call for decriminalising homosexuality and called for the scrapping of the archaic Section 377 of the Indian Penal Code (IPC) which pegged consensual sex between humans of the same gender as a punishable offence.

This morning the SC observed in its ruling that consensual sex between adults in private space, which is not harmful to women or children, cannot be denied as it is a matter of individual choice. Section 377 results in discrimination and is a violation of constitutional principles, the court stated.

Bollywood celebrities like Karan Johar, Dia Mirza, Sonam Kapoor, Abhishek Bachchan, screenwriter Apurva Asrani and many more took to their social media handles to celebrate the Supreme Court’s verdict with congratulatory messages.

Karan Johar tweeted, “Historical judgment!!!! So proud today! Decriminalising homosexuality and abolishing #Section377 is a huge thumbs up for humanity and equal rights! The country gets its oxygen back!

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Historical judgment!!!! So proud today! Decriminalising homosexuality and abolishing #Section377 is a huge thumbs u… https://t.co/H50nkRw8Ac

— Karan Johar (@karanjohar) 1536215226000

Abhishek Bachchan post the rainbow flag to show his support.

Sonam Kapoor tweeted, “Crying tears of joy for the lgbtqi community. One day there won’t be any labels and we will all live in utopia.”

Crying tears of joy for the lgbtqi community. One day there won’t be any labels and we will all live in utopia. https://t.co/veQe1S92FD

— Sonam K Ahuja (@sonamakapoor) 1536215873000

Dia Mirza wrote, “May today be the beginning of EQUAL rights… #Section377 #Section377Verdict”

May today be the beginning of EQUAL rights… #Section377 #Section377Verdict

— Dia Mirza (@deespeak) 1536208645000

Apurva Asrani tweeted emphatically, “At the stroke of the mid-day hour, as the conscience of many slept, India’s LGBTQ awoke to light & freedom. This moment came 71 years too late history, 71 yrs after our brethren attained freedom; but the soul of a community, long suppressed, has found utterance. Congratulations!”

At the stroke of the mid-day hour, as the conscience of many slept, India’s LGBTQ awoke to light & freedom. This mo… https://t.co/PRmJ9k2MUk

— Apurva Asrani (@Apurvasrani) 1536214838000

Arjun Kapoor wrote, “Sanity prevails for once we can believe we have some sensible decision makers and lawmaker s available to this generation. #Section377 gone with the wind.”

Sanity prevails for once we can believe we have some sensible decision makers and lawmaker s available to this gene… https://t.co/QqVo6qMbNS

— Arjun Kapoor (@arjunk26) 1536215231000

Farhan Akhtar also bid adieu to the draconian law by writing,

Bye bye 377. Thank you #SupremeCourt #abouttime #nomorediscrimination #loveislove @MardOfficial

— Farhan Akhtar (@FarOutAkhtar) 1536216471000

Photographer turned film producer Atul Kasbekar also tweeted in support of the court’s verdict. He wrote, “And kudos to all those activists/ lawyers ++ who fought this ludicrous discriminatory law for decades in the face of rampant abuse and stress

Well done all of u who fought the good fight

Take a bow

#Article377″

And kudos to all those activists/ lawyers ++ who fought this ludicrous discriminatory law for decades in the face o… https://t.co/sFfECe4kkF

— atul kasbekar (@atulkasbekar) 1536216998000

Swara Bhasker posted in favour of the Supreme Court’s judgement and wrote, “Congratulations to all the activists and petitioners on #SupremeCourt judgement scrapping #Section377 Your perseverance just made #India a freer place for everyone ! #LoveIsLove #Pride #377Verdict #377Scrapped Three cheers for the #SupremeCourt”

Congratulations to all the activists and petitioners on #SupremeCourt judgement scrapping #Section377 Your persever… https://t.co/pRtxzKRBiH

— Swara Bhasker (@ReallySwara) 1536215976000

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Bye 2019!

Di tahun ini bertemu banyak orang dengan berbagai ceritanya, ada yang bahagia, sedih, depresi, dan lan-lain. Aku bersyukur menjadi bagian cerita kalian Satu gambaran di tahun ini, aku ambil dari percakapan dengan mba Nurin ketika makan siang:"Kamu di posisi sekarang, ya..karena itu yang terbaik untukmu Ntan. Kalau bukan yang terbaik kamu ga akan diluluskan, bisa melewati ini-itu, dsb. Percayalah kamu jalani aja, bersyukur."Ya..mungkin itu gambaran singkat 2019 ini dengan berbagai ceritanya. God, I am grateful for all of things!Berhubung kaleidoskop 2019 belum disusun rapi, lagi mageer Jadi, hanya merangkum highlight 2019 ini.Bismillah...

1. Beasiswa (Foto kiri atas)

Perjalanan mendapatkan beasiswa ini benar-benar membuat diri yakin bahwa Apa yang ditakdirkan untukmu, takkan melewatimu. Sedikit bercerita, pada awalnya aku gagal dalam seleksi beasiswa ini dan mikir : oh baik...berarti harus kerja nih! Karena waktu itu mikir untuk membantu meringankan biaya kuliah, pilihannya beasiswa atau kerja sambil kuliah. Di akhir tahun dikabari bahwa ada penambahan kuota dan beberapa orang dilist cadangan diberi kesempatan interview tahap 2. Waktu itu sudah tidak berharap banyak, mikirnya yaudah...ikut aja dulu. Allah Maha Baik, dan meluluskanku menjadi bagian penerima beasiswa ini. Beasiswa ini diberikan oleh NAMA Foundation (berpusat di Malaysia) yang bekerja sama dengan Rumah Kepemimpinan.Penerima beasiswa ini 13 orang, dan mereka orang-orang luar biasa. MasyaAllah..aku merasa tersesat dan bersyukur berkumpul bersama mereka. Orang-orang yang jam terbangnya sudah kemana-mana, Staf Ahli DPR RI, dosen UI, dll.

2. Buka Bersama Panti Asuhan (Foto Kanan atas)

Kenapa ini menjadi highlight tahun ini?Karena anak-anak ini luar biasa, ada yang sudah ditinggal ortu, tidak tau ortu mereka siapa, besar bersama nenek, dll tapi ketika ditanya: "Sudah hafal berapa Juz, dek?" Mereka rata-rata sudah hafal 1 Juz. Mereka masih mencintai Allah ketika hidup mereka tidak seperti orang kebanyakan, dan ini menjadi teguran kecil di Ramadhan tahun lalu. Trus ngomong sama diri sendiri: Hey kamu..apa kabar? Kemana hafalan yang dulu susah kamu usahakan?Ya...Salah satu resolusi 2020: masuk kelas Tahfiz untuk menjemput hafalan itu dan berusaha menambahnya. Tidakkah menggiurkan bisa menghadiahkan mahkota di surga untuk orang tuamu?

3. Laboratorium (Foto tengah)

Masih ingat, awal semester lalu ditawarkan menjadi Asisten Lab dan lansung nolak karena mikir: Jadi asisten Lab anak UI? kayaknya ga sanggup deh. Mereka pasti lebih pintar, kritis, dll. Belum lagi, aku tidak pernah mengoperasikan instrumen analisis. Dan lagi karena satu dan lain hal, malah bersyukur pernah menjadi asisten Lab. Banyak belajar dari adik-adik ini, dan alhamdulillah akhirnya bisa mengoperasikan instrumen FTIR, Spektro UV VIS, dan HPLC. Ternyata keluar dari zona nyaman itu perlu Terima kasih Bu Widya yang secara tidak langsung memaksaku menjadi asisten Lab.

4. Pengabdian Pandeglang (Foto Kanan bawah)

Wah...ini momen luar biasa banget sih. Mulai dari tempat pengabdiannya yang jauh dari Jakarta, terus ke lokasinya pake Pick Up dan lanjut jalan kaki. Momen lucu ketika pengabdian ini adalah ketika menjelaskan penggunaan obat ke ibu-bapak disini tapi mereka ga ngerti bahasa Indonesia dan Intan tidak mengerti bahasa Sunda. ahahha. Ini kocak sih, sampai harus butuh translator bahasa indo-sunda. Dan benar adanya, kita bisa belajar dari siapapu, dimanapun, dan kapanpun.

Ingat ketika menjelaskan obat ke seorang ibu

i: Bu, mohon maaf. Ibu bisa membaca?

b: tidak teh

i: Ibu sama siapa di rumah? Ada suami?

b: (menggeleng)

i: Ibu ada anak atau saudara di rumah?

b: (kembali mengegeleng)

i: (Berusaha tetap senyum) Terus ibu tinggal sama siapa?

b: sendiri

i: (Mau nangis tapi tetap senyum dan mikir ini gimana cara jelasin dan nandain obatnya biar si Ibu minum obat dan tidak salah. Kalau penyakitnya demam atau batuk, mungkin tidak bakalan sesedih ini. Tetapi ini Ibu hipertensi dan ada dugaan diabetes kalo ga salah)

Akhirnya ngambil kertas dan dipotong-potong, bilang: Ibu, ini yang 2 kertas kuningnya diminum dua kali sehari ya, yang satu kertas ini sekali sehari. Jangan hilang kertasnya ya bu. Semoga cepat sembuh bu..

b: (mengangguk dan senyum) Hatur nuhun.

Setelah itu, langsung minta ganti posisi sejenak ke ka Harsya. Ngambil posisi baca resep dan sembari mikir: Apa kabar orang tuaku, keluargaku? Ya Allah..Jika nantinya Engkau memberi sakit kepada mereka, jangan biarkan mereka sendirian seperti ibu ini, Kalau perlu tegur Intan untuk pulang. Ga kebayang di hari tua, sendiri, sakit, dan tetap harus bertahan. Wah..kalau diceritakan banyak cerita hari itu yang buat aku bersyukur dan berpikir Hidupmu sudah baik, sesuai porsinya, Allah Maha Baik.

5. Seminar Proposal Tesis (Foto kiri bawah)

Alhamdulillah 1 November terlewati dengan baik, setelah berbagai drama menjelang seminar proposal ini sampai Mba Arni bilang: kasian dah gue sama lu, Ntan! Trus cuma bilang yaitulah mbaa, 3 minggu ngurusin jadwal doang. ahaha

Setelah seminar proposal, mikirnya bisa langsung masuk Lab untuk penelitian. Tapi Qadarullah penelitian baru bisa dilakukan Januari Masih ingat, waktu itu niatnya short escape ke Malang sebelum penelitian. Eh baru sampai dikabari pembimbing kalau blablaba.waktu itu benar-benar mau nangis dan down tapi saat itu lagi momen bahagia wisuda Farhan, dan memilih diam. Ketika dikabarkan seperti itu, rasanya benar-benar pengen teriak dan ngerasa bersalah. Udah kosongin semester ini untuk full penelitian, tiap hari ngampus, dan lain-lain tapi ternyata malah kayak gini. Sampai tiap ketemu kak Mela, beliau selalu bilang: sayang ntan, kita udah habisin waktu, habisin uang. Masa kita harus ngabisin badan dan pikiran juga. Kan rugi banget.

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viewofsal · 6 years

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The Official “The End.” 032018 1136PM

You would think oh Salia is so over writing her long ass essays about some dude from New York. But nope. After tonight you not only made me regret every step I took for us, every move I made for us and everything i did FOR YOU AND US. I called you and you rejected my call because you know me better than I do apparently. I called you because I had anxiety, no surprise you left me in the dark again like you always did when we were together. You dont love me and you certainly dont care about me Farhan. Please dont say you do because you dont. Because if you did you would call me back and hear me out. But instead you gave me shit about how youre not my boyfriend/man and that you dont need to text me but you are. You dont need to do anything for me, just think Im dead to you. Just forget that a girl named Salia ever existed in your life. A girl who loved you more than anything in life, you meant the world to her, you were her everything even when you were a straight dick hole to her. I wish you could look at me and tell me the things you did over the phone. Would you have the balls to do it? Probably. Today I am hurt because of you. I am left with nothing but regret and pain. You said tonight, “delete me off your life man”. Alright done. What else? Youre asking a girl who would take a bullet for you. Whatever you want youll get because Im just that stupid of a bitch to listen to you. Done, deleted. What else? I told you one time that I wanted to kill myelf because of our break up, and honest to god I really wish I did. It would make zero affect on your heartless ass anyways. You moved on just like that. Go ahead, go for hoes that dont even give the slightest fuck about you. No go ahead. Go for girls who have their shit together, who have a degree at a certain age, who have a career built. Unlike me, who stopped going to school because I had to take care of my mental health. I decided to go back to school for me. I love what Im doing, but as soon as my degree gets mailed to me I am burning that shit. Every time I think about my graduation and my degree I think of you and I just get so angry. Let me get one thing straight, I DO NOT COMPARE MYSELF TO HOES. SO IF YOU LIKE A HOE, GO FOR IT. WHAT SHE HAS IS WHAT I DONT WANT. You arent worthy of being forgiven. I forgave you for me to have peace in my heart and life. If I am angry today it is because of the shit I had to hear from your mom and you. Especially you. You always told me that I wasnt a woman, I wasnt mature, I didnt have my life together at the age of 24. Yeah Im sorry, I honestly wish I was dead today. I wouldnt have to deal with you and a heart break that I definitely didnt deserve at ALL. You tortured me for a whole year. Yeah I know I had the chance to walk away, you told me in a text message I still have… “you need to know your worth. you know how much stress and anxiety i give you.” and you still fucking gave it to me. Fine I get it… I wasnt worth it. You didnt fall in love, we just arent meant to be. You said tonight, if its meant to be youll be at my door step. You lied to me, you made me believe this was it, you just fucking suck. You broke my heart into a million pieces. I cant trust anyone because of you, i cant even talk to anyone because of you. You now make me believe love is the being scam in the fucking world. that every guy i will ever talk to you will come into my life and just spoil me with their fake ass attention and love and walk all over me and then leave. I not only gave you love, attention, loyalty but i regret ever opening up to you. Using my mental against me. I fucking cannot believe it. You wont realize rn, but there is so much other shit I want to say but i cant make the guy i wanted to marry, to have children with look like a fuck boy. You have everything going for yourself… congrats. I hope everything works out for you. Just please forget everything about me, oh wait you did. You would do anything to get rid of me any day but choose a fucking bitch over me any day. Life is truly short, and if I ever die, at any time in life. I hope you regret the way you talked to me, the way you treated me and the way you manipulated my mind to think a way when it was you to ruin our relationship this whole time. Yeah I am hurt, I am angry, I am devastated because of you and the way you put me down makes me feel like I AM A WORTHLESS STUPID CUNT. If you can call your mom one, then what am i even to you? NOT YOUR GIRLFRIEND RIGHT? Right. Exactly, I was just an easy girl for you to reel in and once you saw shes in it, FUCK IT. DOnt give her attention, love and all of that. I should’ve left your ass the night I had to convince you that this will work out for three hours, but wait we had those talks so many times, which one are we talking about right? Idk. I wasted so much time, love and energy on a guy who didnt fight for me. but why should he? He wasnt in love with me or I didnt have anything for him to fight for? Do you remember saying that Farhan? Do you? Probably not. Im dead to you from today. Forget everything I did for you, and throw away all of the shit or send it back to me. The amount of love I put into everything, you always found a way to just make it seem like it wasnt enough. Im so glad you broke up with me because I would ve killed myself while being with you. I hope you feel every inch of pain you left me with and regret being an asshole. If i die tomorrow, i hope you hate yourself for it. Dont bother w/ me. You are deleted gone. Thats what you wanted right? YOu shouldve just said FUCK OFF thats it. I would’ve been long gone. Its so easy for you to move on and talk to new girls because youre not the one goin through what I went thru or going through. Karma is a dirty thing, youll get what you deserve for treating me like shit. I hope your mom finds you a non bum girl, because thats what i was right> I have absolutely NOTHING going for myself. Build your empire, grow, get married. I am nothing to you and please please please…. just fucking think im dead. which you already do. ALSO I HATE YOU FOR TELLING YOUR MOM THAT I GOT KICKED OUT OF MY HOUSE FOR YOU. WHY THE FUCK WOULD YOU DO THAT? Yeah so you said that if its meant to be youll be at my door step, HOW THE FUCK AM I SUPPOSE TO EVER FACE UR MOM? TELL ME. HOW!!!!!!!!!!!!!!? I honest to god, really wish I was never your ex. You treat me like im a fucking piece of shit. How? You wont realize today, tomorrow, next week, next month or probably never. But you will definitely get punished for hurting someone like me. Who never once ever thought about cheating on you or doing you dirty. Ever. You got what you wanted. Left me in tears again. Left me, like you always did.

Good bye.

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realinosindhu · 6 years

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Trully Pare-dise (?)

Menurut gua rencana yang disiapkan oleh Tuhan tak akan pernah bisa dipahami dan dimengerti oleh umat-Nya. Begitu juga dengan keadaan yang gua alami saat itu. Malam itu gua sedang dalam perjalanan dari Jogja menuju Pare. Pare? Apa itu Pare?

Dua hari sebelumnya, ada seorang teman bapak dan anaknya yang singgah ke rumah, maklum rumah seperti menjadi tempat transit bagi siapa saja. Nah sialnya, teman bapak yang satu ini super sombong dan tengil, dia dengan sombong dan bangga menceritakan kesuksesan anaknya setelah menjalani kursus bahasa Inggris di Pare di tahun 2013. Oia, Pare itu sebuah daerah di Kabupaten Kediri, Jawa Timur. Di sana banyak sekali lembaga atau tepat kursus bahasa Inggris, makanya disebut Kampung Inggris. ß hal ini adalah penjelasan dari kawan bapak yang intinya memaksa gua untuk ikut serta ke Pare.

Gilaak, makin kesel karena bapak-ibu sudah ikut termakan promosi-promosi dan janji-janji bahwa setelah belajar dari Pare maka orang akan menjadi pinter bicara Inggris. Saat itu pingin rasanya teriak di kuping orang itu : Woi, setiap manusia itu beda, jangan lu samain anak lu sama gua, kalo anak lu merasa ada manfaat setelah dari sana bukan berarti gua akan mendapatkan hal yang sama. Gua juga dapet manfaat dari naik gunung, tapi mau gak anak lu, gua suruh naik gunung malam ini jugaaaa!!! Kira-kira begitu keselnya gua waktu tau dia sudah bookingin satu kursi travel ke Pare tanpa diskusi sama gua. Anjir....

Dia kira pergi meninggalkan rumah dalam waktu lama itu ga perlu persiapan kah? Masalah jualan pempek di rumah, lamaran pekerjaan, dan ijin sama pacar. Wakawaka, pacar gua sampai nangis pas denger mau ditinggal ke Pare secara mendadak. Do you remember, honey?

Oke, cukup mengolok-olok dia (kawan bapak), memang sumpah ngeselin, sumpah ga tau diri juga, tapi sebagai seorang lelaki gua juga mau ngucapin terima kasih ke dia. Ya sih gua ga jago-jago amat bicara Inggris setelah pulang dari sana, tapi setidaknya gua bisa ngerasain liburan gratis, ketemu temen baru, dapet pengalaman baru, ketemu Mister Roy, dan tentu saja gua bisa ke BROMO bersama pacar gua, so thank you untuk kawan bapak tapi sekali lagi : elu nyebelin! Inilah rencana yang disiapkan Tuhan untuk gua.

Minggu, 30 Juli 2017

Oke, akhirnya gua, Om, dan anaknya yang juga tengil itu sampai juga di Pare, tepatnya di BULE HOUSE. Ya cukup bikin degdegan karena ini baru jam tiga pagi, langsung disambut sama ibu-ibu dan bule tua penuh tatoo. (sebenernya ini Mom Indah dan Mister Roy), kami langsung dibawa ke kamar belakang dekat parkiran sepeda. Tidur sebentar sampai jam 7, karena esoknya kami sudah diajak ke rumah Mister Jasper di Blitar.

Perjalanan ke Blitar menjadi perjalanan paling krik-krik, karena gua ga kenal sama teman-teman semobil ini, bukan ga mau kenalan sama mereka tapi mereka semua bicara pake bahasa Inggris. Bukannya gua ga bisa bicara bahasa Inggris, tapi lidah masih kaku, bahkan membatu. (ini ngeles aja sih, sebenernya ya malu, dan takut salah).

Skip skip skip, akhirnya pertama kali kenalan dan ngomong bahasa Inggris sama Satria, yang notabene juga dari Palembang, jadi ya nyambung lah. Tapi itu Cuma sebentar, mungkin karena Satria tau kemampuan Inggris gua masih cetek.

Trus ngobrol sama Mister Mohamad atau Mister Moo, tentang destinasi liburan di Jawa Timur. Waah, kesempatan gua untuk unjuk gigi ni, secara gua suka jalan-jalan dan kebetulan paham betul tentang Baluran dan Ijen yang menjadi pertanyaan Mister Moo.

Dari rumah Mister Jasper, kami pergi ke Makam Soekarno di Blitar, ya mayan sedih sih, karena baru kali ini jalan-jalan tanpa pacar apalagi belum ada temen akrab, kecuali Lodi, anaknya Mom Indah.

Ya pokoknya hari pertama ini masih kaya anak ayam kehilangan induknya, bingung mau ngapain. Sampai camp kira-kira jam 10 malam langsung tidur dah.

Senin, 1 Agustus 2017

Bangun pagi, mandi, jam 9 pagi, maksud hati mau lanjut sarapan lalu tidur lagi, eh malah kepergok Mister Roy, ditanya apa rencana gua di sana. Lah gua juga bingung harus jawab apa, gua ke sini diculik sama si onoh noh.

Lalu gua bincang-bincang dikit sama Mom Indah, blablabla, akhirnya langsung disuruh ikut kelas Mister Roy. Saat itu kelas Public Speaking di Jalan Asparaga. Wow ini kelas pertama gua.

Eh tapi, setelah kelas pertama dan dilanjut kelas Pronoun, Listening, Intermediate Speaking, hingga Agressive Speaking gua sudah merasa nyaman. Gokil nyaman banget, ini mah belajar sambil liburan.

Apalagi di sore hari bisa main bola di depan camp, wah ini mah kaya balik ke jaman kecil dulu.

Malam itu, akhirnya gua pindah ke camp 3, gabung sama teman-teman di sana. Dan lu tau apa yang terjadi? ..... mereka semua bicara dengan bahasa inggris selama hidup di camp, sekecil apapun aktivitas di camp pun pake bahasa Inggris. Gokil.... jujur agak takut sih tapi jalani ajalah~

Malam itu gua ga kebagian kasur karena saat itu camp 3 lagi penuh karena diisi oleh Hamzah, Billy, Yoshi, Bani, Abdullah, Farhan, dan Om Amin, oleh karena itu gua memilih tidur di ruang tamu dengan beralaskan karpet tanpa kasur.

Hari kedua di sana dijalani dengan lebih mudah, karena sudah tau jadwal kelas dan apa saja yang disiapkan. Setidaknya mulai hari kedua ini kehidupan template akan kujalani sebulan kedepan. Mulai dari bangun pagi – antri mandi – kelas Vocabulary – Kelas Public speaking – Kelas Pronunciation – sarapan – istirahat siang – kelas listening – kelas aggresive – main bola - istirahat – mandi sore – kelas aggresive speaking – makan malam – video call sama pacar – dan tidur. Kira-kira itulah rutinitas selama di sana.

Hal-hal lain seperti bisa kenal kawan dari berbagai daerah dan berbagai latar belakang seperti pelayar, polisi, atau pejabat daerah. So, over all terima kasih Pare. Tanpa kalian pasti mulutku masih kaku saat berbicara Inggris.

Good bye, chicken! itu salam kami!

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kisikusworld · 7 years

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neira#

bang, tongkat yang itu lucu kayaknya? bang abi ga ngehubungi lagi?

"itu Agak pendek ra, nnti punggung lu bisa sakit, belum ra mgkn lagi sibuk.

sambil memilih tongkat jangka yang pas bwt gw

"bang akhir akhir ini emir kyak marah bgt sma gw ya bang. "

"ra ini kayaknya pas, ah perasaan lu aja. anak itu emg gtu kan. " farhan menyodorkan jangka hitam yang sepertinya pas

"apa karna uang bwt beli mobil emir sama abi dipake bwt operasi kaki gw ya bang jadi dia marah

"ra , kalo itu cocok gw mau lagsung bayar

"iya bang"

akhir akhir ini rumah menjadi ga kondusif. umi dan abi lebih sering diam kondisi kaki dan ginjal gw makin rumit, hubungan bang farhan di ambang putus, dan emir yang marah marah karna mobil yang harusnya di belikan abi bulan ini ditunda, untuk operasi kaki gw.

kadang gw merasa bersalah dgn kondisi fisik yang cacat ini, sebab kesempatan merepotkan gw lebih besar daripada membantunya.

abi dan umi pasti mati matian harus mencari uang karna yah seminggu dua kali ginjal gw harus di cuci.

belum lagi terapi yang terbilang mahal.

sekarang wajah abi dan umi tidak secerah dulu,

"hallo abi, naira udah pulang sama abang. iya udh beli bi. yang bysa aja bi. asal nnti dikampus bisa berdiri aja. kenapa? oh nanti hari sabtu bi. iya udh ngbrol sama dokternya.

iya masih sama farhan,

abi jangan lupa makan ya sama umi. iya bi lngsung pulang iyaa iyaa bi. bye.

ceritanya jangka gw rusak. padahal hari senin gw udh mulai ngampus lagi. sebagai mahasiswa baru yang punya kekurangan gw harus lbh prepare.

"bang gw gaenak sama emir, gw juga gaenak sama lu bang. gara gara gw lu mau putus sama amanda.

"lu gatau apa apa diem aja"

"..."

emir kakak gw adik nya farhan, dia harusnya punya mobil bulan ini. tapi gagal karna uangnya abi pake buat operasi ketiga kaki gw. perusahaan abi dalam keadaan gasehat abi bilang kita harus punya prioritas dan emir harus paham.

"abi abisin aja semuanya buat neira, abi lupa abi udah jnji sama emir bi"

"emir kmu harus sabar, tunggu beberapa bulan lagii, ini kan bwt adik kmu"

" semuanya buat neira, bahkan sejak kecil hanya neira yg abi pikirkan, yg ulangtahun hanya neira, neira terapi bahkan smpai menghabiskan puluhan juta abi berani bayar"

"cukup emir, kamu kaka dia kamu ga seharusnya bicara seperti ini" umi menangis sambil menahan marah dengan duduk

"kenapa si lumpuh itu selalu jadi prioritas abi dan umi? apa karna dia anak perempuan satu satunya? kenapa kita harus punya keluarga gasehat seperti itu yang kerjaannya ngabisin uang keluarga"

emir benci gw, sejak kecil emir menahannnya.

bahkan kehadiran gw di pintu rumah, tidak sedikitpun disadari mereka, hanya bang farhan yang mendekap tangan gw dengan kuat. entah kenapa, perkataan cacian yg dilontarkn keluarga sendiri rasanya lebih sakit.

"apa abi pikir emir gatau kalo neira itu anak abi dari wanita jalang itu hah? dia cuma anak haram abi"

aku tidak bisa berkata kata lagi. aku lemas. tidak ada yg bisa aku lakukan. ingatanku melayang. dan aku tersadar bang farhan sudah ad dihadapan emir.

"farhan kamu disini" umi syok menyadari kehdiran kami

" anjing emir dengerin, bahkan klo neira ga pernh lumpuh dia bkalan tetap disayang keluarga ini, bahkan kalo dia bukan adik lu dia tetep jadi kesyangan keluarga ini, terutama lu anjing yang punya hutang nyawa.

"farhan berhenti umi mohon" umi beringsut menahan farhan mendekat lagi.

"denger ya mir, lu gaakan inget karna abi dan umi gabilang.keluarga ini nutupin semuanya. ginjal yg lu pake adalh ginjal neira si lumpuh itu, lumpuh karna nolongin lu waktu hidup lu hampir di ujung batas.

lu gainget karna ingatann lu berhnti waktu kecelakaan. tapu gw inget gw inget gmna hidup neira bermula tanpa kaki dengan satu ginjal.

"ginjal lu itu, adalah harga yg harus neira bayar untuk bsa hidup sama ayah kandungny"

"berhenti farhan, jangan lanjutkan"

"umi dan abi menutupi ini semua karna sayang sama bajingan kecil kyk lu. padahal lu gatau diri anjing. "

emir terjatuh tubuhnya seperti dsambar petir, umi dan abi keluar mencari seseorang.

" farhan neira kemana?

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