8 To 4: The Mayor's Contract Wife

Work! Work!

Wira again remembered the words of Galang when accompanying him to solve the problem of Tegar at that time.

“Lang, have you heard of Mr Edi? When will he be released? How much guarantee do they ask for?”

“Report Sir! Mr. Edi will be tried and detained.”

“Not Pak Rega has been to the police station?”

“True sir, Mr. Rega did come to the police station as requested by Mr. But not to release Mr. Edi, but to give incriminating testimony Mr. Edi.”

“Sial! Very difficult for people.”

“Is there anything we need to do, Sir?”

“Do not! You can't get involved in this. Stay normal as usual. Don't trigger any suspicions and keep an eye on him!”

“Good, Sir.”

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That afternoon, Ajeng sat pensively in his room, rethinking why he had come that far for little money, a pseudo-job and a false status. He curled up on the chair while dipping his face into his arms. He forgot who he was and what he was there for.

Ajeng knew that he was content to enjoy all the freedom he wanted. But now, he instead felt reluctant to go back home and gather with his family. Moreover, you must marry an unknown person and love him.

Days passed and people's curiosity towards Ajeng also grew bigger. Issues about Ajeng's background and his relationship with Wira are widening everywhere. Ajeng even overheard the servants questioning why Ajeng and Wira slept in separate rooms.

(Didn't you want to leave him out of love?)

Dito's question continues to ring in Ajeng's ears. He himself was curious about the answer. For a noble and educated girl like Ajeng, it was too unreasonable to love a stranger she had just known. For any reason or reason it makes no sense. Moreover, they are together only because of the pseudo marriage contract bond and full of pretense.

But more and more days, not the anger of his father who actually feared Ajeng, but the day where he had to leave Wira and separated for good. Ajeng felt he had no other life purpose after that. I don't know what he was thinking, but all the plans that Ajeng had in mind were filled with the name and presence of Wira.

“This is crazy.” Mumbled Ajeng while beating his own head. “Lo can't be this selfish Ajeng. Conscious! Conscious! The hero is a nobody elo and he has no feelings for elo.”

Get up and move to bed. Unlike usual who always had an event to have fun after work ended, that afternoon Ajeng just wanted to drown himself in a pile of pillows while lamenting how stupid and unfortunate he was now.

“Ngga Jeng! You can't get rich! You have to be strong and you have to be professional. You just need to do your best for a lot of people until it's time to go.” Ajeng encouraged himself.

“Ngga problem if tomorrow your escape ends. You still have to give the best for them. They should want if you ever exist and provide many benefits for them.” The teacher reassured himself.

He then got up and began to pick up paper and pen, write the material he wanted to convey, pour out all the ideas he wanted everyone to hear and understand.

“Gue Ajeng's. I don't have to wait and depend on anyone.” Mumbled Ajeng while writing his ideas on paper.

Ajeng repeatedly revised and retyped his paper which could not be deleted, copied and pasted like when using a computer. So with all the patience that is still left, Ajeng wrote again and again, memorizing, then repeating again and again until he was satisfied with what he did.

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Wira had just returned home and asked Ajeng whereabouts to Bi Sumi.

“Bu Ajeng from earlier in the workspace, Sir.”

“Still yes, Bi.”

Wira peeked at Ajeng's whereabouts and was quite stunned to see Ajeng willing to work outside of his working hours. Wira then knocks on the door and asks Ajeng's permission to enter.

“Again Jeng?” ask the Hero when he saw the paper and tape of the typewriter scattered on the floor.

“Later I finish.” Chirps Ajeng while continuing to focus on writing.

The hero smiled then rolled up his long shirt sleeves and started to back the papers strewn on the floor. He read the pieces of ideas that Ajeng poured there and was very amazed to know the insight of the fairy girl turned out to be as broad and deep as that.

So focused on writing, Ajeng did not realize that the floor of his study room had returned neat and clean.

“Diminum first, Jeng.” Said Wira while bringing Ajeng's favorite unsweetened fruit juice.

“Eh, Mas Wira. Make a surprise.” Sahut Ajeng who just realized that Wira had helped him berberes and even made drinks for him.

Ajeng took the glass that Wira offered, sipped it a little and then resumed his work. Meanwhile, the Hero who did not want to disturb, just sat quietly while short-sighted beside Ajeng and observed everything that the girl was doing.

Not only did Ajeng do it, but how Ajeng's expression and beauty radiated beautifully in his eyes whenever the girl spoke with a sparkling face and excitedly discussed her thoughts with Wira. Also how he curled his long hair and stabbed it with a pencil lying on the table. All the little things that Ajeng did made the heart of Wira tremble and the smile of the Hero.

After being satisfied to look at Ajeng who was wriggling while yawning, Wira went to bathe and rest.

“Mas Wira where to go?”

“Mandi. Follow?”

“Wait until I'm done! A little more kok.”

The hero was forced to return to his seat and do the same as he had done before, watching Ajeng, the most beautiful sight in his eyes, carefully.

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