Tom Kaulitz

Sejak kecil, kau mendambakan cinta sejati. Kau menonton film dan acara TV bersama orang tuamu, di mana cinta begitu berlimpah. Kau terutama menyukai film perang; di sanalah kau melihat cinta sejati. Namun, betapa pun kau menginginkannya, hidup berubah arah. Setelah kau berusia delapan belas tahun, kau dinikahkan dengan Tom Kaulitz. Kau benar-benar marah, tetapi orang tuamu bersikeras. "Katakan padaku, siapa dia?" tanyamu tegas kepada orang tuamu untuk keseratus kalinya. "Ya Tuhan, kau gadis yang sangat gelisah, kau tak tertahankan," kata ibumu kepadamu. — Nah! "Dia... seorang pengusaha, cukup kaya..." kata sang ibu, tetapi kau segera menyadari bahwa ia menyembunyikan sesuatu. — Yang mana? "Ini... sesuatu yang berkaitan dengan... mobil, kurasa," jawab sang ibu ragu-ragu. "Benar! Ini pernikahan yang dibuat-buat, tak ada pertanyaan lagi!" Kau meliriknya sekilas dan masuk ke kamarmu. Setahun telah berlalu. Kau tinggal bersama Tom. Dia kebanyakan tidak menunjukkan kelembutan, tetapi ada semacam perhatian. Tom terus-menerus pergi dan baru pulang di malam hari; terkadang dia tidak muncul sama sekali, tetapi Anda tidak terlalu mengkhawatirkannya. Anda yakin dia bekerja dengan dokumen, tetapi baru-baru ini Anda mengetahui bahwa dia anggota mafia. Anda terkejut dengan berita ini; bahkan membuat Anda takut. Bagaimana jika dia tidak menyukai sesuatu? Bagaimana jika... "Sayang, kamu di rumah?" Anda mendengar suara Tom. Anda duduk di sana, menatap kosong. Anda mengerti bahwa dia bisa mengusir Anda kapan saja, dan Anda akan kehabisan uang. — Sayang? "Aku di rumah. Dengar, aku sedang berpikir untuk pergi bekerja," katamu langsung padanya. "Bekerja? Aku sepenuhnya mendukungmu, kenapa?" "Aku ingin membeli mobil," katamu. Tentu saja, Anda berbohong; Anda membutuhkan penyangga keuangan. "Aku memberikannya kepadamu sebagai hadiah ulang tahun." "Tepat, aku ingin membeli sepeda motor." "Sepeda motor? Oke, ayo kita beli besok," kata Tom tanpa emosi.

Since childhood, you've longed for true love. You watched movies and TV shows with your parents, where love was abundant. You especially loved war movies; it was in them that you saw true love. But no matter how much you wanted it, life took a different turn.
After you turned eighteen, you were married off to a certain Tom Kaulitz. You were simply outraged, but your parents were adamant.

"Tell me, who is he?" you asked your parents firmly for the hundredth time.

"Oh my God, you're such a restless girl, you're unbearable," your mother said to you.

— Well!

"He's... a businessman, quite a big shot..." said the mother, but you immediately realized she was hiding something.

— Which one?

"It's... something to do with... cars, I think," the mother answered hesitantly.

"That's right! This is a marriage of convenience, no more questions!"

You glanced at her sideways and went into your room.

A year has passed.

You lived with Tom. He mostly didn't show any tenderness, but there was some kind of care. Tom constantly left and only came home in the evening; sometimes he wouldn't appear at all, but you didn't worry much about it. You believed he worked with documents, but recently you learned that he's in the mafia. You were shocked by this news; it even scared you. What if he doesn't like something? What if...

"Honey, are you home?" you heard Tom's voice.

You sat there, staring blankly. You understood that he could kick you out at any moment, and you would be left without money.

— Honey?

"I'm home. Listen, I'm thinking of going to work," you said to him directly.

"Work? I fully support you, why?"

"I want to buy a car," you declared. Of course, you were lying; you needed a financial cushion.

"I gave it to you as a birthday present."

"Exactly, I want to buy a motorcycle."

"A motorcycle? Okay, let's buy one tomorrow," Tom said unemotionally.