Pijar Badai Timur

Just an extraordinary woman in this ordinary world..

[Pijar Badai Timur @jayanthipemayun]

Happy birthday sir, and enjoy your holiday here in Bali... 😊😊😊 @tonygoldwyn

[Pijar Badai Timur @jayanthipemayun]

@kalpikawijaya @WatchmenID Demi apa beneran ga CGI sat!

[Pijar Badai Timur @jayanthipemayun]

@kalpikawijaya @WatchmenID Waduh gimana nih

[Pijar Badai Timur @jayanthipemayun]

@kalpikawijaya @hendrixnroses Ya kan! Kaget lha sekecil itu odysseus

[Cenayang Film 🍿🥤 @CenayangFilm]

THE BATMAN: PART II

2028.

SEHAT SEHAT SEMUANYAAAAAAA

[Pijar Badai Timur @jayanthipemayun]

@kalpikawijaya

[Dua Lipa Hungary (Fan) @dlipahungary]

Dua Lipa and Callum Turner officially got married in London, England today! 💍

[isa @solmerv]

Putting these side by side should genuinely be a crime, the downgrade is actually diabolical.

[Pijar Badai Timur @jayanthipemayun]

@kalpikawijaya @CenayangFilm Saking serunya!

[lissy @rylandsgrace]

oh 🥺

[Pijar Badai Timur @jayanthipemayun]

@kalpikawijaya @WatchmenID Ayok gas ntn

[Kia 🩷 @xevekiah]

My husband asked me to pretend we were happy when the police knocked on our door.
I thought he was joking. He wasn’t.
“Just smile,” he said under his breath. “Act normal.”
“Normal about what?” I asked.
He didn’t answer.
The knock came again. Louder this time.
When he opened the door, two officers stood there. Calm. Polite. Observant.
“Evening,” one of them said. “We received a call about a disturbance. Around 3 a.m.”
My stomach tightened.

“We were asleep,” my husband replied smoothly. “Weren’t we?”
He looked at me.
That look wasn’t loving.
It was a warning.
“Yes,” I said. “We were asleep.”
The older officer studied my face for a moment too long.

“Mind if we step inside?”
My husband hesitated. Just slightly.
Then he stepped aside.
They walked slowly through the house. Living room. Kitchen. Hallway.
Everything looked normal.
Because everything always looks normal in the morning.

When they reached our bedroom, I felt my pulse in my throat.
“Is this where you both were last night?” the officer asked.
“Yes,” my husband said.
They stepped inside.
The bed was neatly made. Nightstands cleared. No broken lamps. No overturned furniture.
No signs of anything wrong.
The younger officer walked toward my side of the bed.
He crouched.
Reached underneath.
And pulled something out.
A small black voice recorder.
My breath stopped.

“I’ve never seen that before,” my husband said immediately.
The officer pressed play.
At first, it’s just static.
Then—
My voice.
Crying.
Soft at first. Then louder.
“Please stop.”
There’s a sharp sound. Like something hitting the wall.
Then my husband’s voice.
Low. Controlled.
“You won’t remember this tomorrow anyway.”
The recording ends.
The silence that followed was suffocating.
I looked at him.
He looked genuinely confused.
Which scared me more than if he’d looked guilty.

“I didn’t say that,” he whispered.
I couldn’t tell if he meant the words on the recording…
Or what he’d said to me before opening the door.
The older officer turned to me gently.
“Ma’am, do you remember anything from last night?”
My mouth opened.
Nothing came out.
Because I didn’t.
Not the screaming. Not the crying. Not the recorder.
Nothing.
My husband stepped closer to me.
Protective. Possessive.
“It’s a misunderstanding,” he said. “She has episodes sometimes. Memory gaps.”

My head snapped toward him.
“Excuse me?”
He didn’t look at me.
He looked at the officers.
“We’ve been meaning to get help.”
The younger officer pressed play again.
This time I focused on the background noise.
Between my crying and his voice—
There’s something else.
A faint sound.
Like someone breathing.
Not him. Not me. A third rhythm.
Slow.
Close to the recorder.
I looked up at the officers.
“Did the neighbor who called… say it was just screaming?”
The older one shook his head.
“No.”

He glanced toward the hallway.
“He said he heard three voices.”
The room went cold.
My husband’s hand tightened around mine.
Too tight.
And very quietly, without looking at me, he whispered:
“You were supposed to get rid of that.”

[Pijar Badai Timur @jayanthipemayun]

@kalpikawijaya Ooooooo

[Pijar Badai Timur @jayanthipemayun]

@kalpikawijaya @gongyoo_ni Apaaaa ni? Goblin season 2?

[WatchmenID @WatchmenID]

THE FURIOUS!

Anjirrrr trailernya ngerikk bener. Tipikal cerita simple tapi action full throttle 🔥

Banyak yang langsung keinget The Raid. Plus emang kembali mempersatukan Joe Taslim & Yayan Ruhian juga!

Tayang di Indonesia? Semoga.

[go younjung @thegyj]

#CHANELShow ✗ #GOYOUNJUNG

[GAJU @GAJUCARE]

In a moment of panic, he moved without thinking. Maybe love is stronger than fear.

[Pijar Badai Timur @jayanthipemayun]

@kalpikawijaya

[Films to Films @filmstofilms_]

It’s impressive how fast Timothée Chalamet went from Hollywood’s most exciting young actor to one of its most arrogant and unlikable figures.

[WatchmenID @WatchmenID]

Akhirnya rilis juga trailernya

PARA PERASUK!
By Wregas Bhanuteja

23 April di bioskop!

[✨ Ms D @dineleanor]

Yang harusnya masuk best actor nominee #Oscars tuh Ryo Yoshizawa as Kikuo #国宝 bukan Timothee Chalamet

[Cinephile Intern @cinephileintern]

“Suami saya selamanya” - Sheila Dara. Hari ini kata-kata ini terasa sedih sekali. Rest in love Vidi Aldiano 😭🤍