My Unsecret Diaries

Hello there, stranger! Welcome to my blog. This blog is just a place for me to pour out my feelings and share stories about my crushes, mostly about Mas Bright. There are no pictures of me or of them... just some scenic photos to make things look nice. Please don't get bored even though it's all about the same stuff. So, enjoy! ---

[justmarcusz]

For some people, the number thirteen might be considered unlucky, but not for me. Especially today, September 13th it’s my lucky day. Do you know why? Listen carefully, because this is about mas Bright, the brightest man I have a crush on.

Btw, sorry I haven’t updated for more than a month. I’ve been busy and a little lazy, even though there are so many fun and hot stories about mas Bright. But don’t worry, because I’ve written them all down, it’s just a matter of publishing them! For now, just enjoy this September 13th story!

Long story short..

So around noon, almost afternoon, I went to the backyard to check if mas Bright was already home from grass-cutting or not. Since Mr. B was busy with his wood machine that made loud noises and could mess up the sound of mas Bright’s noisy motorbike, that’s why I stood by near my chicken coop. In less than 10 minutes finally mas Bright could be heard, from afar the sound of his noisy motorbike came, then he appeared from behind the houses in the neighboring area, and I immediately went into my shed. Mas Bright arrived and started feeding his goats. I tried peeking through the hole in my shed’s wall, but mas Bright didn’t show up at all, instead it was his kid going back and forth into his shed. Then I went out after waiting for a few minutes, and stood in front of my shed, after a few seconds mas Bright finally walked into his house, I could only see his neck and shoulders, and he was SHIRTLESS bestieee. After mas Bright passed by I stepped one step to the North and suddenly the green spot was clearly visible, turns out the gaps between the taro leaves were open, damn I just realized it 😭😭😭 if only I had stepped forward from the start maybe I could’ve seen mas Bright shirtless from his face down to his body arghhh 😭😭😭 but it’s okay, I’m already happy…

Next part in the comment section!

[justmarcusz]

Part 1

Jackpot againnnn, like I kinda expected it but didn’t expect this much of a jackpot. Oh, and btw this is actually yesterday’s story.

So, two days ago Mas Bright had a day off. And you know, after he’s off work, usually he’ll have a night shift the next day. So I was already waiting for him at the red spot near my chicken coop, as usual. After his goats started screaming hysterically, finally Mas Bright showed up. I could see him for a moment when he was walking at the green spot, then I left because I had something to do. Btw, it was still like 6:45, so there was still a chance he’d do the morning shift. But in the afternoon, I saw him at his shed with his son, so it was obvious he wasn’t working the morning shift. Then around 12:15, Mas Bright went out to get grass for his goats. I thought maybe he still had time to gather grass before leaving for his night shift. But nope, he came back at like 2:45, and I started doubting he’d even work that night. And I was right, around 3:05 I saw him leaving on his scooter with his two kids, wearing casual clothes, so yeah, confirmed, Mas Bright had another day off. I waited for him to pass by again. Fast forward, it was already getting late in the afternoon, so I decided to take a shower. Right after I finished, I heard his son shouting, so I tried to check from my bedroom window. And when I looked through my bedroom window and the living room window of Mr. B’s place, I saw Mas Bright walking from the side of his house toward his wife, who was holding their daughter on the motorbike. Then Mas Bright took over the bike and rode off. Oh my goodness, bestieee, when Mas Bright was standing beside the bike waiting for his wife to get off, I could see him so clearly. Unfortunately, part of his face was covered by Mr. B’s bamboo curtain, but still, I could see enough to notice—ugh, he was just so bright and handsome. And when his wife’s right hand was holding Mas Bright’s left arm, and his right hand was on the handlebar… arghhh what a romantic little scene I just witnessed, ughhh. After that, I got myself ready, like brushing my hair and stuff. A few minutes later, I checked my window again, but all I saw was his scooter parked beside his house, which meant he was back home. So, I decided to go out to my backyard again. I sat at the red spot, but no sign of him, so I went back inside. A few minutes later, I heard his goats screaming again, so I went back to my backyard. This time, I didn’t sit at the red spot, I just stood in front of my shed. And after the goats kept screaming, finally Mas Bright appeared. I could only see him briefly through the leaves from in front of my shed. I waited for him to come back, but he didn’t, so I tried looking for him through more leaf gaps around my shed—and I found him. Mas Bright was standing at the far end of his backyard, facing north, looking out at the rice fields. I walked a little north to make sure it was really him standing there, and yup, it was him. Then I walked back to my shed, waiting for him so I could catch a glimpse through the leaves again, but he still didn’t come back. So I decided to walk a bit further north again. I took one step forward, still scanning his goat pen to find him. Another step, still looking. Then another step… and there he was. He was standing facing south but turned his head east, right toward me...

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[justmarcusz]

Part 1

Unexpected Jackpots!

So mas Bright’s off today. It all started from… well, from my notes, he should’ve been on the second shift if he wasn’t off or doing a double morning shift today. So this morning I immediately waited for him at the red spot. After several rounds of his goats hopelessly bleating, mas Bright finally showed up. He walked toward his goat pen, wearing light jeans, a navy windbreaker (different from the one he wears for work), and his signature messy just-woke-up hair, but still looking so freaking hot. I caught a glimpse of him as he walked toward the goat pen and then toward his house. Since it wasn’t even 6:30 yet, I went inside my house to wait by the window, just in case he had a double morning shift, you know, just in case. But nope, nothing. He really didn’t take the morning shift. Fast forward a few hours later, around 10 minutes before 9:00, I saw mas Bright heading out, passing my house, riding his black automatic motorbike, still in the same jeans, now with a black t-shirt with a graphic on the chest. Instantly I decided to wait for him to come back, even though I was just chilling and reading threads.

About 30 minutes later, he passed by again heading home, turns out, he was picking up his little boy from kindergarten. I could see him clearly. Oh my goodness mas Bright, you looked so handsome, so mesmerizing, and brighter than ever. Especially when you were focused on driving while listening to your little boy’s chatter. Your face ughhhh so hot, so handsome, that masculine jawline ughhh. Your hair looked dry and neatly combed arghhh I love everything about you, mas Bright. Then a few minutes later, he passed by again, still in the same outfit, this time with both kids, his little boy sitting at the back seat and his little girl sitting at the front. Oh my god mas Bright, that gentle hot daddy aura of yours really radiated through the window and melted my heart. A few minutes later in the afternoon, at 1:52 p.m., I heard the sound of his noisy motorbike. I was sure he was gonna go cut grass, and I was right. When he passed my house, he was wearing his usual grass-cutting outfit. From that, I concluded he was off work today, there’s no way he’d take the second or night shift if he’s just heading out to cut grass at this time.

At 3:44 p.m., mas Bright came back from cutting grass. I got myself ready to feed my chickens, and after I was done, I sat at the red spot. I couldn’t see any of his movements, not even through the cracks in his shed or through the leaves, but I didn’t move because I could see smoke from his backyard. That means he was burning the leftover dry goat grass, so I knew he was still around. A few minutes later, his little boy came. I couldn’t see him because he’s small and was hidden behind stacked wooden boards leaning against the trees, but I could hear his voice. I like that kid because he always talks loudly, his voice becomes like a signal or a code for mas Bright’s whereabouts. He was holding a kite, I could see it through the cracks in the shed, and it seemed like he wanted his dad to fly it because…A few minutes later, I left the red spot to wash my hands and grab my phone. Just a minute later, I came back and sat down again. As soon as I sat and looked toward the green spot.. there he was, mas Bright. He was walking backward while rolling up the string of his son’s kite. I could see his face clearly. He was still in his grass-cutting outfit, wearing a faded light green long-sleeve shirt, a backward cap, and a buff mask hanging around his neck. Oh my god mas Bright, you still looked so handsome, masculine, and super cool. ...

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[justmarcusz]

Gloomy Saturday evening

If only I had stalled for time earlier, maybe tried a ride or something arghhh... And this afternoon, I had a small feeling that mas Bright would go to the fair, when I realized he was on the morning shift. And if only I had gone through with buying the thing I’d originally planned to get... arghhh, maybe I would’ve had the chance to see mas Bright there. I swear, I still feel this heavy regret. I’m frustrated, mad arghhh.

I waited at the front door, hoping he’d walk past with his family on their way to the fair. I waited for maybe an hour, and he never passed, so I decided to just go to the market with my little sister. Deep down, I hoped I’d see mas Bright there... but nothing. He wasn’t there.

I walked around for just a short while, bought a few snacks, and then headed home, it might’ve only been about five minutes. And… and… arghhhhhh.

On the way home, I saw a little boy coming out of a side alley... and in my heart, I whispered, “Oh God, please don’t let that be mas Bright’s son.” Then, a woman walked out from the same alley, and it was mas Bright’s wife. My heart immediately felt stabbed. I started feeling tightness in my chest, and then… mas Bright stepped out too, carrying his daughter. The pain intensified. I was breathless.

I felt sadness, anger, a deep ache inside. Why did this have to happen to me, God? Why?

While I was still at the night market and on the way home, I was quietly thinking:

“Mas Bright, are you not coming to the fair? Or did I just arrive too early?”

And yes, I did arrive too early.

Arghhh, I regret it so much. I should’ve waited until mas Bright passed by before going…

Arghhh, dear God, why did this have to happen?

I’m honestly crushed. Sad. Furious...

If I had been home alone, I probably would’ve cried my heart out.

Right now, the ache is still there.

This is funny isn't it? I regret the same thing as a week ago. The different is, I didn't go to the fair last week and then mas bright go, and tonight I did go to the fair but I'm too early, when I walk home, mas bright walk to the fair. I can't even see his face, because it's too dark, arghhhhh.

[justmarcusz]

Part 2

He passed by my house, but I couldn’t see his face because he turned to the south, toward that messy land across from my house, remember?

Then I quickly washed my hands and rushed to the Red Spot, but I was too late, turns out mas Bright was already inside his shed. I could see him through the usual little gaps, and OMG he was shirtless. I couldn’t see clearly, but those little openings gave me enough clues that he really was shirtless. Eventually, he came out, at first I looked away, but when I turned back, he was walking toward his house, I saw him for a moment, and yes, he was totally shirtless. And inside I was like, “oh my god” believe me, it was so hot ughhhhh.

I knew he would come back, so I stayed sitting at the Red Spot, and yup, he came back, but now he was wearing that royal blue t-shirt again, yes, that t-shirt, the one I told you about when he fixed his shed, remember?

He walked to the goat pen, went into the shed, then came out and trimmed some banana leaves near the goat pen, and don’t forget, I saw all of this through those narrow little gaps! Then he walked south and trimmed a few branches at the Green Spot, and this time I could see him clearly. He was facing west, so his back was to me. He placed the branches in front of his shed, then walked back to the Green Spot and trimmed again, then walked north to drop off more branches in front of the goat pen. As he turned and walked north, I got a few quick side views of his face, maybe four times total.

While he was trimming those branches, even from the back, I could see him clearly, and I was totally satisfied just watching him. Every time he trimmed a branch, I kept whispering to myself, “oh my god… thank God… oh my god… forgive me God… oh my god… mas Bright arghhh… thank God.”

And here’s the part that made me the happiest, are you ready?

So the last time he trimmed at the Green Spot, right when he finished and turned around, he looked in my direction, he looked at me! Yes, me! In that moment, I felt like I got caught watching him..hehehe, but hey, it’s not my fault I can see him from there, so... yeah.

That moment made me super nervous but also happy, because I could see his face clearly, oops, well a little bit through the small branches, but still clear enough! Oh my god, he’s so handsome and bright, especially in that royal blue t-shirt, arghhhh! And what made it even hotter? That one little strand of hair falling over his forehead, oh my god mas Bright, your aura, your hot, hot aura, was just radiating like crazy. Like seriously, do you even know how ridiculously handsome you are? And how much I admire you?? Arghhhhhh.

It was such a mixed moment, happy, nervous, panicked, but I loved it.

Then he went back to trimming leaves near the goat pen, I couldn’t see him from there because the banana trees in my backyard were blocking the view. A few minutes later he stopped, I couldn’t see him because he was standing in front of the shed. I kept waiting, and I turned for a second to check on my chickens beside me, then when I looked back toward mas Bright’s backyard, he was walking east! Oh my god, I was shocked, I couldn’t believe it, but yup, it was really him. He paused for a second to look north, then walked south, turns out he was going to trim the little trees beside his house, the same area he trimmed yesterday.

While he was walking east and south, I could see his face a little bit, just quick glimpses, since there were a lot of leaves and Mr. B’s woodpile blocking the view, but he was seriously sooooo freaking handsome. I was nervous, but also so happy because I knew exactly where he was.

While he trimmed those trees, I couldn’t see his face, only his arms, and even just his arms looked Brighter and totally masculine, like seriously?? Is this even real??

A few minutes later he finished, and I saw him getting ready to lift a huge bundle of leaves, and of course, when he lifted it, the leaves covered his face, I could only see his neck and head.

Then a few minutes later, while he was in front of the shed, I heard his little boy shout out to him, “Daaaaaad? Daaaaaddy? Daaaaaaadd?!” And mas Bright responded, said something back, but I couldn’t hear what. I only heard his son shouting “Daaaddddd, daaaaaaddy!” Then mas Bright walked into the house.

Yup, that was the ending of July's story. And August I wish you be better.

[justmarcusz]

Part 1

Last day of July..

So at 6:00 AM I heard the sound of mas Bright’s goats bleating, because today he was on the morning shift, so he only had a little time to feed them. I quickly went to my backyard, let out the hen and her chicks, then put the chicks in a small coop near where I was sitting, and started feeding them. I was sitting on that wooden log while feeding my chickens, and jeng jeng jeng, mas Bright walked to his goat pen. But I could only catch a glimpse of him, not his face. Remember, when I sit on that log, the Green Spot doesn’t have a clear view because of all the branches and leaves blocking it.

So I moved to the Red Spot like I usually do, carrying the feed bucket with me, and yup, through the gaps, I could see mas Bright’s movements. A few moments later, he went back inside his house. From that angle, I could see his face, even if just for a moment through those little openings, but I’m happy. I knew he was on the morning shift, so I quickly washed my hands, went into my house, and sat by the window with the curtains wide open. A few minutes later, I heard that noisy motorcycle of his starting up. After several days, he finally went to work using that bike again, I was so happy. And a few seconds later, he passed by my house. Oh my my, mas Bright... Even from the back, your handsome aura was radiating like crazy, arghhhh, you looked so well.

—A few hours later—

So I was in the bathroom, and suddenly I heard a noisy motorcycle again. I turned off the shower so I could really listen, and yup, I was sure that was mas Bright’s motorcycle. I quickly finished in the bathroom and looked through my bedroom window, and through Mr. B’s house — through his living room, through his window — I spotted mas Bright’s motorcycle parked in his yard.

After waiting for less than 15 minutes, he finally showed up. But the view was super narrow, I could only see him through Mr. B’s small living room window, plus Mr. B’s porch pillar, and mas Bright himself blocking the view, so I couldn’t see him clearly. But there he was on his porch, putting on his shoes. I caught a quick glimpse of his face, and it looked like he kissed his daughter goodbye before leaving for work again after a short break. Then another quick glance as he walked toward his bike parked in his yard, and this one was a bit clearer, I could see his face more properly. Oh my goodness, he’s so bright, and handsome like he always is.

Through the glass door of Mr. B’s house, I could just barely see mas Bright’s face as he turned on the bike, then he left, and I caught another quick glimpse. I rushed out of my room and stood by the window as he passed by my house, yup I saw him, oh my god he’s so cool, even if it was from the side, he’s still so handsome, arghh!

—A few hours later, in the afternoon—

Since he was on the morning shift, I was already waiting by the window to see him come home. But until 4:00 PM, he didn’t pass by. So I decided to go feed my chickens, which I had postponed for 30 minutes. I sat down and fed them with the feed bucket in my hand, facing south toward the front yard and the road.

After about 20 minutes, I finally heard the sound of his noisy motorcycle. Before anything, I made sure it was really his, and when the sound got closer, yup it was him. He passed by my house, but I couldn’t see his face because he turned to the south, toward that messy land across from my house, remember?pass by. So I decided to go feed my chickens, which I had postponed for 30 minutes. I sat down and fed them with the feed bucket in my hand, facing south toward the front yard and the road.

After about 20 minutes, I finally heard the sound of his noisy motorcycle. Before anything, I made sure it was really his, and when the sound got closer, yup it was him. He passed by my house, but I couldn’t see his face because he turned to the south, toward that messy land across from my house, remember?

[justmarcusz]

Part 4

Then I got back to working again. And again, I peeked. He was facing away from me, so I watched him again. He turned, I looked away.

Now this next part, this is my favorite part.

I gathered my courage one more time. I stood up and looked at him again. He was facing east, in my direction, but thankfully, he was focused on the branches in front of him, so he didn’t notice me. But I got to see everything. His entire face. So clearly. For one heart-pounding second. I was nervous and terrified he’d catch me, but it was so worth it just to see that beautiful face.

Then I went back to my little chicken project. A few minutes later, I turned to look again and saw that mas Bright had already come down from the tree, but I could still hear him cutting branches somewhere down there. I tried peeking through the hole in the wall and between Mr. B’s wood again. Finally, after several minutes, mas Bright showed up right in those tiny gaps. He was standing and bending over, cleaning up leaves and branches. I couldn’t see his face clearly, but just seeing him was enough to calm my heart.

A few more minutes passed and he was done. I left the shed and stood just a bit off to the side, watching as mas Bright carried everything off toward the goat shed. Even from behind, it was enough to soothe me.

I continued working, and when I finally finished, I checked my phone. It was almost 2:30 PM. Since mas Bright was off yesterday, and I know he always takes the night shift after his day off (you remember that, right?), I quickly washed my hands, went into the house, and got into position by the window to watch him ride past.

But, before I even made it inside, I noticed something in the side yard of my house, and right at that moment I heard the sound of a motorcycle. And honestly, any motorcycle sound always makes me look at the street, just in case. And yup, another stroke of luck, it was mas Bright.

He rode past my house on his scooter, heading to work. Oh my god, he glanced toward me for just a split millisecond before looking away. I think he saw another neighbor pushing their motorcycle a few feet ahead, so maybe he was planning to say hi or something. That’s probably why he looked away before he could really see me. But it’s okay, what matters is that I got to see him clearly. And he seemed a little more relaxed on his bike today.

Oh my my, mas Bright... you looked so ridiculously handsome today. Your hair slicked back with pomade, your navy semi-hoodie with gray sleeves, your navy jeans, and those Converse sneakers, oh my god. Your entire aura... the way your handsomeness shone through even under the gloomy, cloudy sky...

If there were a handsomeness scale from 1 to 10, you’d be a 100, mas Bright.

Because even under a cloudy sky, you’re still brighter than ever in my eyes.

Thank God for yesterday.

[justmarcusz]

Part 3

A few hours later.

I was reminded again of the golden rule in my little world: "If you hope to see the people you want to see, you won’t. But if they don’t even cross your mind, then that’s when they show up."

So, it was broad daylight and I was making a nest for my chicken to lay eggs in my shed. While I was focused on building it, suddenly I heard the sound of leaves or branches being cut. Instinctively, I turned around. Coincidentally, the back wall of my shed has a large hole in it, and I can see straight into the backyard of Mr. B’s house, and beyond that, to the side yard of mas Bright’s house.

By the way, Mr. B is a carpenter, so there’s always a bunch of wood in his backyard. Anyway, back to that sound, I looked through the hole and between the gaps in Mr. B’s woodpile, and I saw a hand holding a sickle, cutting branches near the boundary between Mr. B’s house and mas Bright’s. I knew that was him.

I went out of the shed, hoping to catch a glimpse of mas Bright from the side, but the wood pile blocked my view. So I went back inside and continued working on my little project. Then I heard the chopping sound again, even louder. I turned to look again, and yup, it really was mas Bright. He was up in the tree, trimming branches again. I think I’ve told you about him trimming this same tree before.

Oh and by the way, the wall and the roof of my shed don’t connect, so there’s a big triangle-shaped gap up top. That means I can see out clearly, and if mas Bright’s up in the tree, that also means he can totally see me inside the shed just as clearly. I didn’t dare look at him too long, I was afraid we’d make eye contact. And honestly, I had no idea how I would react if that happened.

So I pretended to focus on my project. Well, I was doing it for real, but deep down I was feeling super excited... and kinda nervous. I kept my back to him while I worked because I just couldn’t handle looking at him directly. Honestly, I wanted to just watch him cut those branches forever, but I knew if I stared too long, he’d notice me watching him. That made me a little sad... because I couldn’t keep looking at him the way I wanted to.

A few minutes later, while I was still working on the nest, I finally got the courage to glance back at him. He was facing away from me. So I totally paused what I was doing and just stood there, watching him trim the tree. Even from behind, I liked it. I really liked it. A few seconds later, he turned around, and I immediately went back to my project like nothing happened.

After a few more minutes, I peeked again and caught a side glimpse of his face. Oh. My. Goodness. He looked so hot literally hot as hell. His focused expression, the way his arms moved as he cut through the branches, he looked so masculine, arghhh.

[justmarcusz]

Part 2

One hour later.

So, there I was, standing in front of the side door of my house. My mom wanted to come inside, so I stepped back a little to give her space. That’s when I heard the sound of a matic motorbike passing by.

Without thinking, I leaned my head out to check who it was. And there he was.

Mas Bright.

Riding his motorbike slowly in the drizzle, taking his little boy to school.

He held up a pink umbrella above them as they rode past my house.

I froze.

But my heart? It skipped a beat.

The moment he passed, I rushed into the living room and took my place by the window. I was on full standby, phone in hand, ready to record.

I waited. And waited. It must’ve been around 10 minutes, but it felt longer. I kept glancing out, waiting for him to return. And then, he did.

I hit record.

The footage came out a bit blurry because of how fast he was riding and the distance, but honestly? I didn’t care. Because I was watching with my own eyes too, clearly, closely.

He wore a black hoodie and gray trousers.

Oh my god.

He looked stunning.

Insanely hot.

Even under the gray, sunless sky, he still looked bright, as if he carried his own light, his own glow, completely unaffected by the dull morning around him.

It’s wild how he can look that good in any condition. I swear, he could walk through a storm and still look like he stepped out of a dream.

And that’s what he did to me this morning.

He walked through my thoughts again, without even realizing it.

So cool. So effortlessly handsome.

And so unaware of how deeply he’s adored.

[justmarcusz]

Part 1

This is story is from yesterday

Every time mas Bright gets a day off, he always ends up working the night shift the next day. That’s not just a guess, I’ve kept track. Yesterday was his day off, so today, it should be a night shift. Still, I waited for him this morning, just in case. Usually, I’d wait until 7 a.m., even if I know he’s working the night shift, just in case I’m wrong.

But ever since what happened the other day, I’ve changed that. That morning, I also thought he’d be on the night shift, so I waited until 7, like always. But when I finally gave up and went to the backyard, I found him there… with my dad. I missed him. And I regretted it so badly.

So now, whenever I know he’s on night shift, I only wait until 6:45. If he doesn’t pass by then, I go straight to the backyard.

That’s what I did today.

After 6:45 passed and he didn’t show up, I went out to feed my chickens, my dad’s out of town for a few days, so I’m in charge. It was drizzling softly, just a gentle mist of rain. I sat down at the red spot and kept waiting.

And then, after hearing his goats crying out in that restless way — you know the way animals do when they sense their person is near, he finally appeared.

Mas Bright.

Wearing a plain black T-shirt.

And oh my god… he looked insanely handsome. Like unfair-level handsome.

From the red spot, I could only see him for a few seconds, walking near the goat pen. That was it. But it was enough. It always is.

The drizzle got heavier, slowly turning into a real rain. I moved to take shelter under the banana tree. I kept trying to peek at him through the leaves and gaps between the trunks, moving back and forth, but I couldn’t see him anymore. He was gone.

So I gave up and went back inside.

One hour later, that was when it happened.

That moment when I saw him again, riding his motorbike with his little boy, holding a pink umbrella under the gray sky.

But honestly?

Even if it was just a glimpse this morning… it already made me happy.

I don’t need anything big. I just want to know where he is. That’s all.

[justmarcusz]

Part 3

Unlucky ending, I think... So here's the story..

So, I waited for him by the door from before 2:30 PM until 2:50 PM, but he didn’t show up to leave for work. Then I went to my backyard at 4:0 PM and sat at the red spot. Just as I sat down and looked toward his shed, I saw a pair of legs walking out of the shed and heading toward the goat pen. I just knew it was his legs, mas Bright’s. A few moments later, he went back into the shed, did something inside, then walked out again and stopped at the shed door, looking at the goat pen, and then walked back over there.

A few moments later, I stood up. And just seconds after that, a kite was about to fall onto my roof. But then it ended up falling onto a tree east of my house. So I walked south and stopped in front of my shed to check it out. I knew the kids who owned the kite would come looking for it, so I decided to head back to the red spot. But as I walked north and peeked through the gaps in my shed, I saw mas Bright standing right on the edge of his yard. He was watching the kite too.

I could only see his right eye and half of his forehead, the rest was blocked by leaves and branches or something else in the way. I froze. I stopped walking right then and just kept looking at the kite again, because I’d be so embarrassed if he saw me. Then Mr. B came to my backyard and asked me, “Where did the kite fall?” and I replied, “It’s up there, on the teak tree.” Thank God for Mr. B, he gave me an excuse to stop moving. Otherwise, I’d be so awkward standing there alone like that.

But honestly… deep down, I really wanted to see mas Bright. If only I had stayed at the red spot, I might’ve been able to see him clearly because he was standing right at the border of our yards. Ughhh. But it’s okay…

Oh btw, mas Bright has the day off today. So there’s a good chance he might go to the night fair. But I already made plans to meet my friend in the city, arghhhh so I can’t go to the fair tonight…

But then again… the weather’s kind of terrible right now. It’s cloudy and raining. Should I be happy about that?

[justmarcusz]

Part 2

About an hour ago, I saw mas Bright coming home from gathering grass. I heard the sound of a loud motorcycle, but I wasn’t sure if it was mas Bright. Still, I stayed by the door, waiting just in case. And as the sound grew closer and closer, I started to feel it, yes, I was pretty sure it was him. And yup, when the motorcycle finally passed by my house… it really was mas Bright. He was wearing that blue shirt, my absolute favorite, the one with the sky blue body and royal blue sleeves. Oh my god, he looked so charming.

Then about 15–30 minutes later, I went to my backyard. But I couldn’t sit at the red spot for a few reasons:

1. The baby chicks had been let out of their cage, and those chicks are usually my alibi for sitting there. Without them, I’ve got no excuse.

2. It was midday, so the sun was right above the red spot, definitely couldn’t sit there, way too hot.

3. Mas Bright was sitting at the green spot, and the wooden board blocked the view from the red spot anyway. So it was pointless to force myself to sit there, I wouldn’t be able to see him, and I definitely didn’t want him to see me watching him.

But of course, I wasn’t gonna give up that easily. I kept pacing back and forth in front of my shed, hoping for even the tiniest glimpse. Then suddenly, I heard his son’s voice, he was standing at the green spot too, but I had to lean down a little to see him. Even then, it was through tiny gaps between the branches and leaves. I moved a bit... and then, I spotted him.

Yup, from the same angle where I saw him this morning when he started his noisy motorcycle. This time, he was standing and slightly bent over... and then, he sat down.

But... before he sat down... I caught the most beautiful view ever.

Yup.. mas Bright.

And he was shirtless.

Oh. My. Goodness.

Yes, he really was! I could see his face and his upper chest (no nipples tho), but his chest... ughhh...., that chest is honestly the brightest part of his whole body, it was glowing, so radiant. I loved watching it so much,and he had no idea I was even there. I got to see him for about two seconds, but it was enough.

Thank God.

He’s just... so freaking hot. And honestly? Handsome as hell. Ughhhh.

And in case you’re wondering why I didn’t give up even though I couldn’t sit at the red spot:

1. When I arrived in my backyard and looked over to his bakcyard, I saw the shirt he had just worn to gather grass hanging on his shed, which made me think: Mas Bright is shirtless. And yup, I was right.

2. I could see smoke rising from his backyard, which means he was burning dry grass.

3. I heard his little boy’s voice. And you know what that means, if his kid is out there, there’s definitely an adult nearby. And I was sure it was mas Bright, especially since he had just come back from gathering grass.

And yup, it was him.

Well, that’s all I’ve got for now.

[justmarcusz]

Part 1

So this morning, knowing he wasn’t on morning shift based on my notes, I went straight to the red spot and started waiting at 6 AM. I know, it's super early, but that’s okay. And after 40 minutes of waiting, 40 minutes filled with fear that I might get disappointed, he finally showed up. Yup, after dozens of goat screams, he finally came out. I only caught a quick glimpse of him walking toward the goat pen. A few seconds later, he was done and went back inside his house. But before that, his little boy had followed him to the goat pen, and when mas Bright walked away, the kid stayed in that area, still playing around the green spot. Even though it was covered with that wooden board, I could still see the kid through the small gaps in it. Then mas Bright came out again. I purposely didn’t leave because I had a strong feeling he’d show up again, and yup, I was right. He came out just for a bit and then walked south. Since his son was still playing around the green spot, I stayed. Because if the kid was there, mas Bright would definitely come back. And yup, there he was, walking back with a bundle of grass over his shoulder, heading to the goat pen. Then he walked south again and stopped between his two sheds. He started trimming a small tree on the north side of the southern shed wall. Yep, he was standing at the green spot. I could see him clearly from where I was. And then OH MY GOD mas Bright looked in my direction for a second. But I purposely didn’t look away, just to make it less obvious that I was watching him. He trimmed the tree for maybe three seconds, then went back to the goat pen. A few moments later, he walked south again and stopped around the green spot, this time, a little more hidden behind the northern shed wall, but I could still see him pretty clearly. And oh ya, let’s never forget the little branches in front of me that somehow always add that aesthetic filter, to every moment. Mas Bright… ughhh you’re so well. He said something to his son, but I couldn’t hear his voice. Then he walked south, and I finally left the red spot. But I didn’t go far. I just went to the front of our shed and chatted with my dad a little. Then suddenly, I heard the sound of his loud motorcycle starting up, and I instantly changed positions so I could see him. And oh. my. goodness. I saw him again! I could see mas Bright’s face so clearly and he didn’t even notice I was there. He was riding with his little boy in front of him, and even though it was just a few seconds, it was so clear. Ughhh mas Bright, you really are... ugh. Then he started driving and passed by my house. I could see him from our backyard. OH MY GOD. He’s such a hot daddy. Then I went inside to eat breakfast. But of course, I made sure to eat right by the door just so I could see him come back, and YUHUUU, right after I finished eating, he passed by again. Looked like he had just gone shopping with his son. Once he got home, he turned off the motorcycle for a bit… then turned it on again and rode past my house one more time, this time, alone. Oh my my, mas Bright, you’re really really brighter than ever with that brown t-shirt and the same broken white pants as yesterday. Ughhhh. And a few minutes later, he came back home again.

OH. MY. GOD. Thank you.

[justmarcusz]

Part 2

Although… if I’m being honest, I did feel a bit regretful and unsatisfied.

The first reason:

I knew he wasn’t gonna walk by in the morning. So why didn’t I just wait near the chicken coop instead? I could’ve caught him heading to his goat shed like usual and seen him clearer and closer.

The second reason: The night before, I actually wanted to go to the fair, just to see mas Bright there. Yeah, there’s this night fair in the field near my house, it’s being held for two weeks. And I knew mas Bright would be taking his family there that night. But for some reason, I hesitated to go. And yup, turns out I was right again. While I was snacking by my front door, I saw mas Bright and his family walking home from the fair. On foot. Arghhhhhh I felt so sad that I didn’t go. That moment seriously put me in mourning mode, and it kind of ruined the joy I should’ve felt seeing him in my backyard. That moment should’ve made up for the fair, but I came out too late, so it just added to the regret. Then in the afternoon, I went biking with a friend. I purposely took the longest route possible, just so I could pass by mas Bright’s minimarket. At that point, I wasn’t hoping for much, I just wanted to see him, even if only for a second. No high expectations or anything. And when I was getting close to the minimarket, I got myself ready to spot him. And yes, mission successful. I saw him. Just for a second, but it was clear enough and definitely enough for me. He was sitting at the cashier desk, kind of looking down, probably on his phone or something, and his friend was standing next to him. His friend even looked at me for a sec. And when I passed the big glass window near the cashier, I didn’t look inside again. Honestly? I was afraid mas Bright might turn and see me. But you know what? I’m okay with that. I don’t regret it at all. In fact, I feel satisfied. Even if it was just a quick glance, at least I saw him. At least I know he’s there. And that’s enough for me.So yeah, that’s the full story.

And today, mas Bright’s working the morning shift. I’m really hoping he’ll take his family to the fair again tonight. Because honestly, I do want to go. But let’s be real, my main reason is to see him there. The rest? I don’t really care.

God, please, please grant this one little wish.

[justmarcusz]

Part 1

So actually, this story happened yesterday. Here’s how it went. Lately, mas Bright’s been working on a rotating shift system, like one day he’s on the morning shift, the next day the night shift, then morning again, then night, and so on. And this week, he worked the afternoon shift on both Wednesday and Thursday, which was kind of unusual, I’m not really sure why. But based on my notes, mas Bright has never stayed on the same shift for more than two days. So I just knew he’d be on the morning shift on Friday. And if my guess was right, then on Saturday, which was yesterday, he should’ve been on the night shift. But even though I knew he wasn’t working the morning shift that day, I still waited in my living room, hoping to catch a glimpse of him on his way to work. I mean, maybe… just maybe I was wrong and he’d walk past like usual. I guess I was just being cautious or something, that’s why I still waited. Time passed, and by 7 AM he still hadn’t walked by. So yeah… my guess was right. He wasn’t on the morning shift. So I decided to head to the backyard of my house. As I was about to walk toward the usual sitting spot near our chicken coop, I saw the coop door was open. Turns out, my dad had let the baby chicks out earlier. I stopped midway to watch a hen with her chicks (not the ones from the coop though), and that’s when I suddenly heard the sound of banana leaves being cut with a sickle. When I turned toward the sound, BOOM, I was so shocked. It was mas Bright. Yup, he was literally in the backyard of my house, on the other side of the little ditch behind it. I only glanced for a second because he also looked at me, so he knew I was there. Then I looked back at the chickens, my heart racing, not quite believing what I had just seen. I glanced again and saw that my dad was also there. Mas Bright kept cutting some more banana leaves while I tried to sneak little glances at him the whole time. About a minute after I came out, mas Bright was done. He lifted up the banana leaves and got ready to head home. But right before that, I got a really clear look at him, just for a few seconds. Oh. My. Goodness. He looked so handsome. Clear. Bright. Hot. Arghhh. Then he turned his back to me and hoisted the bundle of banana leaves up onto his shoulder and started walking home. Damn, that bundle totally covered his head, so I could only see his body down to his legs. He was wearing a gray t-shirt and broken white shorts. He looked sooo good, and honestly younger too, ughhh. If only I’d come out earlier, maybe I could’ve joined my dad and seen mas Bright up close, maybe even chatted a bit. But even so, it was enough to make me happy. Although… if I’m being honest, I did feel a bit regretful and unsatisfied.

[justmarcusz]

Part 1

A Miracle or Just Another Stroke of Luck?This story’s a little similar to the previous one, but hey, every story always has its own twist. So as usual, my morning routine was sitting in the living room with the door and curtains wide open. If I wasn’t on the couch, then I was on the little bench near the window, scrolling through random threads while waiting for mas Bright to pass by on his way to work (if he’s on the morning shift). By 6:30 AM, there was still no sign of him. Then, right around 7-ish, I heard a little kid’s voice. When I looked out the window, boom, it was mas Bright’s little boy. And right behind him was mas Bright. Oh my goodness. He was walking behind his son, carrying his kid’s tiny little bike with just one hand (btw, it’s a kiddie bike for a 5-year-old). Of course mas Bright could carry that with just one hand, his right one. Oh my GOD, he looked so damn handsome, strong, manly, and insanely hot. Then I waited for him to walk back, planning to secretly record him from behind the curtain. But sadly, I didn’t even get to open my phone’s camera. A few minutes later, he came back, his kid riding the bike ahead of him, and mas Bright walking right behind. I was so focused on staring at that gorgeous face, I didn’t even move to open the camera. But you know what? I’m satisfied. He looked so good. Handsome, cool as hell, in that black tee, ughhh. He glanced toward my house for a sec and, ARGHHHHH mas Bright, you’re just handsome as hell ughhhhhhhhhh. So yeah, I’m assuming he was on the night shift. Then around 1:39 PM, I saw mas Bright riding his matic bike home. He was wearing a plain black tee and plain black pants, not jeans. Oh my goodness, mas Bright, you’re so, so damn hot in that outfit. Especially with the sunlight hitting his face? That aura shot up like +1000. Black outfits are the best color ever for everyone, especially someone with bright fair skin like mas Bright. Gosh, it melted me. He looked too good, even if just for a second ‘cause he was speeding, but I really, really loved seeing it. Later I waited for him by the window again, hoping I’d see him when he left for work. But at around 1:49 PM, mas Bright started up his noisy motorbike to go look for grass. I know that loud engine sound so well, but this time I almost missed it ‘cause it sounded different. Luckily I was already staring at the road outside when he passed. And yup, he was wearing a sky blue long sleeve shirt with royal blue sleeves. Even though he had a mask on and I couldn’t see his face, I was still happy, at least I knew he was there. And that means no missing entry in my mas Bright daily schedule journal, hehe. So I assumed again, yup, he must be off today. There’s no way he’s doing the night shift if he still had time to go grass hunting. Then at 4 PM, I went to feed my chickens.

[justmarcusz]

Part 2

Then at 4 PM, I went to feed my chickens. At 4:09 PM, mas Bright came home. I heard his noisy bike from a distance, and as he passed by my house, yup, it was him. A few minutes later, after I finished feeding the chickens, I sat by the chicken coop. But I couldn’t see mas Bright at all, not even a flicker of movement. And btw, that wooden board is still leaned against the tree, so yeah, one of my sacred viewing spots is still blocked. Ugh. Oh btw, I call the place near the chicken coop where I usually sit "the red point," and that spot between his two sheds I call "the green point." But that wooden board blocks the green point, and that’s the only angle where I can clearly see him, even if it’s slightly covered by leaves and little branches. Remember that? Back to the moment I couldn’t see him at all, I stood up and walked north, near the ditch, and looked west toward his goat pen. From that spot near the ditch, I could kinda see the goat pen, though it was partially hidden by some bushes and leaves. And guess what? Mas Bright was there, sitting on his bike in front of the goat pen. He was facing the goats, so his back was toward me. But even just seeing him from the back made me happy, because I could actually see him quite clearly. And you know what? From any angle, mas Bright always looks good. Side view? Still hot AF, makes my heart race. From the back? Still handsome enough to melt me. From the front? Absolute perfection. His handsomeness is just... next level. Like fall-in-love level arghhh. So I went back to sit at the red point. A few minutes later, I spotted mas Bright from there, he walked into one of his sheds for a bit, then came out again. He picked something up and sat near his bike. I think he was either fixing or cleaning it a little. And you know what’s even worse? The bike was parked right at the green point. YUP. That damn wooden board blocked my view. ARGGGHHHHHHHHH I’m so mad. If only that wooden board wasn’t leaning there, I could’ve seen him more clearly while he was working on his bike. God, why does this have to happen? Since yesterday, if that board wasn’t there, I would’ve had a slightly clear view of mas Bright from the red point. And what makes it even worse is that ever since that board’s been there, mas Bright keeps spending more time at the green point. I wanna cry but there’s literally nothing I can do about it. Arghhhh insert cuss words. A few minutes later, he stood up and yup, I caught a glimpse of him when he walked south toward his house. Oh my GOD he looked so good, even from the side, even just for a second. His dry neat hair, with that one cute strand falling over his forehead, and that sky blue t-shirts with royal blue long-sleeve I love on him, plus the mask (a buff/bandana type or whatever it is) hanging around his neck... OH MY GOSH he looked like one of those cool biker boys. So freaking handsome I can’t even put it into words.

Okay, that’s the end of today’s story, even though technically there’s a little more, but it’s kinda the same as before.