In the beautiful times, I had a wife. Her name is Nadya. She is a simple woman, just like her name. I married Nadya when she was 19, which is too early to marriage in this day. Usually, marrying at such a young age for modern society means that the girl has been pregnant. The pregnant girl must be matched to the man who impregnated her to hide the family disgrace. Modern society, especially modern girls, tends to choose to marry at an older age. They will finish their education at university and then work before finally getting married and having their own family. That's one of the things that made my marriage with Nadya a little different; besides, we are from a really different culture. Nadya lives in a slum village called Luzbell Village, while I live in a big modern town called Seiraah. Uniquely, the town I live in is directly adjacent to the village where Nadya lives. Luzbell village, where Nadya lives, is a slum, but access to education is very lacking in this village. In Luzb
Unlike Nadya, who are low educated, I entered the best schools and universities before I finally got bored with college assignments and decided to start my own business."I'm stuffed up with the assignments from my professor; I was had enough. It's time for me to give up on university education and go to real-life education. I want to start my own business, Mother."That's what I told my mother at the time. My mother, Jayna Brando, supported my decision to start my own company. It's not a big problem because my mother has always supported my decisions as far as I know. My mother said:"You can do whatever you want, Erwin. Be a rich man and destroy the self-esteem that your abusive father had built this far."It's true what she says. Father is the natural source of torment and trouble. I hate him more than I hate the aggressive female lecturer who used to give me extra assignments to get my attention. The real problem came from my father. Although I had gr
It was so horrible to remember. That woman, Mrs Souza, my own neighbour, tried to touch me. In fact, she didn't just try, but she managed to get what she wanted; touching me. I got along well with her because she had been our neighbour for a long time. She is a 32-year-old woman who lives in solitary. They said that she was married and lived with her husband before her husband died in an accident. The neighbours and people who live in the Seiraah town continue to gossip about her. They say she is the one who killed her own husband in the accident, but there is not enough evidence, so she was released from an accusation of the prison sentence. They also say that she is a mad and dangerous woman. My mother and I never believed the rumours because Mrs Souza was a perfect neighbour. She is also friendly and fun. One weekend, she visited our house and said it would be her last visit because she will move to another city tomorrow. At first, nothing strange happened. Until she asked me to h
The marjoria nightclub is our university's most popular entertainment venue. It is said that this nightclub was named the "Marjoria" nightclub after the eldest daughter of the nightclub owner. The owner was depressed and went crazy after his daughter was found dead from an overdose of illegal drugs in her room. Many say that Marjoria committed suicide on purpose, for whatever reason, no one ever knows. The origin story of the Marjoria nightclub has become the most famous urban legend at our university. It is told from generation to generation, from old lecturers to new lecturers. Not infrequently, exaggerated rumours arise about this nightclub. There used to be a senior who told his juniors about the nightclub behind the university. "Anyone who comes and gets drunk there will die," he said to the youngsters on fresher's weeknight. A far-fetched statement is even too ridiculous to scare the new students during fresher's week. Maybe he should have said that to an elementary school kid
“I'm tired of Utopia girls, mother,” I told my mother when I visited her that day. I was 24 years old, graduated, and founded my textile business when I realised how boring it was to date girls from the Utopia. They were always the same, adoring my physical appearance as if it was the only good thing about me. So often, they praise me for my good looks; I'm getting sick of it. I don't mean to be arrogant, but believe me, being looked at from head to toe by a girl turns out to be annoying. There used to be a girl who gave me a love letter; she said, "I believe in my feelings, I have been watching you for months". Doesn't anyone realise how terrible it is? Does the strange girl say that she was often watching me without me knowing her existence? I don't know how much the girl has peeked at me. I was feeling sick. She was just like a crazy stalker. Another competitor of my textile business said, "The company's stock rose just because of his handsome face". He never knew how hard I tried
"You...Your name is Nadya?""Yes, my name is Nadya.""Are you 19 years old?""I am""Wait a minute," I told her."What is it? What are you going to do?""Wait a minute, Nadya. Don't go anywhere. Stay here."I went to my mother, who was in the car. I really hope the Fairy-tale beauty is the real Nadya that my mother talking about."Mother, I found Nadya," I said."Wait, what? but how can that be?""She's there. I'll bring her here."I turned around and didn't see Nadya there until... I saw her running away from me. What the hell was she doing? I will not let her go, so I chased her. We were running in the rain, but why was that girl trying to run away from me? Oh my god, I just rediscovered these mysterious eyes, the girl who looks so sensual even in a long dress, the fairy-tale beauty I saw years ago. I don't want to lose her again."Nadya... Wait, Nadya!" She glanced over. I saw the expression on her face. She was terrified. She ran faster, but I was able to catch her. Honestly, her
"Look what's going on, Nadya, the slut choose a rich man as her target," said someone from our behind immediately caught our attention. Nadya and I saw her. She was a middle-aged woman with a messy hairstyle. She looked fierce. "Auntie..." Nadya said while she separated her hands from my grip. "So, she is your aunt, Nadya?" I asked Nadya. "Yes, this is my aunt. Her name is Gerda." I smiled at the aunt. To be honest, she doesn't look like Nadya's aunt. She looks more like her grandmother. I wanted to tell aunt Gerda that I was going to ask Nadya out on a date. I want to confess that I was in love with her niece, but before I could say anything, aunt Gerda said some disgusting words about Nadya: "How much did you pay for this slut? You look so rich. You must pay high for one night with her. You don't need to marry her, sir. Just take her away from here before she sleeping around with the entire man in this village." Early, I want to be n
That's Nadya; she's a good girl, always trying not to hurt anyone.I smiled at her."My pretty Nadya, everything you say makes me believe that you are the woman who deserves to be my wife," I said. I" You still have time to think about your decision."I smile and nodded."I want to ask you something, Nadya. Do you love me?""Well...You are a goodman,... I have a huge feeling for you. I respect you, and I adore you.""Just because of an umbrella, and my mother?""Well, yes... but no... I don't know Erwin. Everything comes so sudden."Nadya looks desperate. She looks so confused."I understand. Let's take the time to make the decision. But I am so glad that you feel comfortable around me. I'm glad that you trust me.""I will die for your happiness, Erwin.""What?""I mean... You and your mother are happy.""Why?""Because you are kind to me."We smiled at each other, still