8 To 4: The Mayor's Contract Wife
Obsessions
They finally arrived at the foot of the hill and began to pass through more sloping roads.
“Mas, the road is good. Mas Wira can get off me now.” Said Ajeng who began to feel wrong because it violated one of the contract rules that did not allow intense physical contact between them.
Instead of lowering Ajeng, Wira instead fix his car so that Ajeng feels more comfortable.
“You leg is still sick. If forced way, I fear monday tomorrow you make an excuse to leave the dharma meeting women.” Elak Wira's.
“Always about work.” Gerutu Ajeng.
After traveling far enough, the two arrived at the morning market that had begun to be empty of visitors. Wira accidentally dropped Ajeng at the stall where he bought coffee for Tegar earlier.
“This place again.”
“Why?”
“So I bought you a hard coffee here because I've been talking rudely to him.”
“Oh yes? You also saw me earlier.”
“You bought coffee too?”
“Why not?”
“Bu! Please make one of the most delicious coffee yah?” pinta Ajeng to the shop owner.
“Good, Neng.”
“Mas, I don't want any more escorts. I'm scared.”
“Quiet me! From now on, I will take care of you myself.”
The teacher smiled happily. The employees really cause their own trauma and fear for Ajeng. Moreover, if his bodyguards are psycho and obsessed with him like Rigid.
“Other times do not buy gifts specifically to other men like earlier!” babble Wira while blowing his still hot coffee.
“Mas Wira want to buy clothes too?”
“That's not the problem. Sometimes people can misinterpret our kindness and instead become a boomerang for ourselves.”
Ajeng pondered the words of the Hero. “Since when did Mas Wira realize that Tegar has such a terrible obsession?”
“Since he refused to serve as scheduled, refused to be rotated and insisted to always look after you.”
“When exactly?”
“After saving you after coming home from Gajahmada road.”
Wandering while shuddering in horror. “Why did Mas Wira never say anything at all? Serem tau!”
“Because we have to get proof before assuming. But today's events have been outrageous. I can no longer tolerate everything.”
Ajeng grasped the hand of Wira while smiling. “As I said, not everyone around us can trust.”
“Ngga all does not mean no one.” Error Wira.
Ajeng was upset that Wira was still loyal to defend Abdi in front of him.
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Wira again carried Ajeng all the way to the inn. Along the way, they tell stories of funny things that make them laugh. Wira also recounts her childhood which was always spoiled by her mother and older sister, treated like a child that could only be protected and ruled.
“Emang Mas Wira is that blanket?” ledek Ajeng after hearing the story of Wira.
“Entah why is sometimes considered cute and adorable it is very annoying for men.”
“It seems, Mas Wira is lucky because he still has a mother who loves the same Mas Wira.”
“Of course your mother doesn't love you?”
Ajeng. “Mother suddenly disappeared when I was seven years old. People say my mother got sick and died. But no one can show you where mom is buried.”
“So you are still sure that your mother is still alive?”
Ajeng. “But the older I get, the more regret that belief. Because if you're really alive, I should be trying desperately to find me.”
“People must have had a reason for his actions. At best, your father managed to raise you well.”
Ajeng. “It wasn't my father who raised me. A poor woman who lost her entire family in an accident. Her name is Aunt Husna. Only he has always looked after and cared for me to this size.”
Wira starts to get confused with Ajeng's story. But he had no intention of asking further. “Not only Aunty, but now there is also me who will take care of you.”
“If until I'm okay, Mas Wira must pay a very large compensation for breach of contract.”
The hero whose hands are holding Ajeng's body can only nod then Ajeng put his little finger on Wira's forehead. “Appointment!”
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Upon arrival at the inn, the grandfather and grandmother of the inn owner immediately greeted Ajeng and helped him sit in the lobby chair. They look very anxious about Ajeng's situation.
“Why can it be like this?” ask the grandmother.
“Ngga papa, Grandma. This is just sprained time playing in the waterfall earlier.”
“Kek, quickly treat! Do not harm Den Ayu.”
She was afraid to hear the words of Grandma. How could such a small accident harm him.
The grandfather asked permission to hold Ajeng's foot and examine it. He then massaged and massaged Ajeng's toes and examined the area around the ankle. Meanwhile, the grandmother just continued to look at Wira with a strange look that made Wira feel uncomfortable.
“Why does grandma worry about me being so rich?”
“Are you her husband?” ask the grandmother.
“Nek!” scold the grandfather.
The grandmother then went in and left them all in the lobby. Then suddenly Wira felt his stomach as loud and uncomfortable.
“It's a bit sick, please hold it for a while yah!” the grandfather pressed one of the points on Ajeng's leg while bending Ajeng's foot.
“Au!” Ajeng screamed in pain but then his legs could be moved back freely as before.
“Thank you yes, Cake?” said the hero who felt very relieved.
The grandfather simply nodded slightly as he entered the inn without looking at the Hero as he should.
“What are they owners of?” ask Wira wonder.
“He’eh. “ Ajeng replied. “Why?”
“Any aja.”
“Night I thought rich too. But it turns out they are very good with me.”
“Oh yes? Thanks deh.”
“Ya has entered yuk!” bring Ajeng.
Wira helps Ajeng climb up to the second floor to his room for fear that his leg still hurts. But it turns out Ajeng can walk normally as before even though sometimes still complaining because it feels sick.
“This is your room?” tanya Wira went around looking at the entire room carefully. “Good.”
“They told me last night there was no room. But suddenly they said there was and gave me this room. Last time passed, I had seen the room below turned out to be smaller than this.”
“They must think you're a special guest. That's why I give you a special room too.” Said Wira while sleeping curled up on the mattress.
“Mas Wira why?”
“My stomach is. You shower first.”
“You want me to take a drink?”
“Ngga need, briefly again also healed.” Reject the Hero who starts to sweat coldly.
When finished bathing, Wira already looks better even though her face is still pale.
“Mas Wira really not papa?”
Hero nodded.
“Why is a sudden stomachache?”
“Maybe sauces exhausted two-sack rice sling.” Gurau Wira's.
“Enak just named ama rice.”
Ajeng beat the body of the Wira and the Wira caught both hands of Ajeng and stopped him. The two stood facing each other in such a close distance that it made the hearts of both of them thump.
Ajeng ventured to look at the handsome face of Wira, pliable eyelashes, sharp nose and pointy chin that made Ajeng's heart beat erratically. So too with the hero.
They almost forgot about their contract. But suddenly Ajeng broke the romantic moment because he saw a small wound in the corner of Wira's lips. “Lip Mas Wira bleed.”
Ajeng hurriedly unpacked his backpack and searched for the wound ointment and plaster he always carried when traveling far.
“The real jeng dong.. I have to make that plaster. There I won't be able to eat because all my mouths are covered with plaster.”
Ajeng laughed frowns imagining the mouth of the Hero covered in plaster. “Ya already, I love ointment aja.”
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