8 To 4: The Mayor's Contract Wife

Touch Me, please!

Ajeng went into Abdi's room and Wira was already seen sleeping soundly in Abdi's bed. He approached and watched him for a moment. There were many bruises on his face, as well as scars on the tip of his lips and suddenly Ajeng's tears melted. He then accidentally saw a mound in the pocket of Wira's pants.

Out of curiosity, Ajeng tried to reach him and took out a pair of blood-soaked socks from Wira's pants pocket.Ajeng reflexively threw the socks on the floor. He only realized that his leg was injured and shed a lot of blood. He rushed up from the edge of the bed to go get the medicine box but Wira who turned out to be awake because of Ajeng's hand that entered his pants pocket. He pulled Ajeng's hand and prevented him from leaving.

“Mas Wira hasn't slept?” tanya Ajeng while sitting on the edge of the bed. “Kaki Mas Wira luka?”

Hero shakes. Then Ajeng felt the two legs of Wira from the tip of the foot up to the knee and then to the thigh.

“Au!” pekik Wira when Ajeng touched the wound on his left thigh.

Feeling that he managed to find the place of his injury, Ajeng intended to open his pants and check himself. But the hero first prevents it, he does not want to happen things that they do not want. Realizing the max and content of the mind of the Hero, Ajeng hurriedly removed his hand from the pants of the Hero.

“Sorry.” Whispers watered.

“I've been no papa. The doctor examined and treated his wound. Tomorrow too is healed.”

Suddenly, the wail cries. “Why didn't Mas Wira say he was hurt? Why did Mas Wira nahan all alone and hide from me?”

“Jengs! It's nothing. You don't need to cry rich like that.”

“But Mas Wira got hurt because of me.”

“Ngga. Not because of you, but because of those bastards.they were supposed to be blamed.”

Go back to the fun. “And why are those rich dirty socks still saved?”

“Because it's a gift from someone very valuable.”

Ajeng. “Cih, you know that I bought all the socks on the market.”

“You want to switch professions to be a socks trader?”

They looked at each other and laughed together.

Ajeng looked at Wira and his laughter suddenly faded, his eyes began to glaze over and he immediately shed all his tears on the chest of the Hero who was still sleeping on his back.

Wira ventured to caress Ajeng's hair. His feelings raged, between the pleasure of having the girl in his arms, the anxiety of the Baron and the fear of loss knowing that the girl was not really his even the only girl he could not have.

“You must be tired. Sleep gih!” whisky Wira.

Without waiting for further orders, Ajeng went straight to bed and slept in the arms of the Hero. “You yes, Mas? Thank you for making a promise to take care of me.”

Instead of falling asleep, the position makes the Hero more anxious. The effect of the drug that had made him sleepy suddenly disappeared. His heart skipped a beat and his body began to growl. His mind wandered, his body heating up instantly. Cold sweat began to pour out while the girl looked relaxed and more and more slumbering.

Realizing that Ajeng was not a woman he could carelessly touch, Wira rushed out of the room after making sure the girl was completely asleep.

“Loh, Mas Wira why wake up?"

“Gosh! Just be surprised anyway!” muttered Wira annoyed while wiping her forehead and normalizing her heartbeat.

"Why keep that? Ac's dead? Or because his bedmate is too hot?” goda Abdi is still busy with a pile of files in the middle room

“Udah. It's been lonely.”

“Di, anyone wants me to talk to you.” The hero then goes to his car and returns with the documents Alvin gave him.

Abdi read it carefully. “Baron?”

Hero nodded. “It looks like she's back to avenge her brother's death.”

Wira then told me everything she experienced with Ajeng all day. Starting from when they left Graha Mukti to sleep in Alvin's place.

“Alvin? Alvin Diningrat's? Mr President's son? So Bu Ajeng –“

“Sssstttt! Don't be so hard!”

Abdi ruffled his hair in frustration. “How can something like this happen? Mbak Ajeng is the youngest daughter of his papa political rival Mas Wira?”

Abdi hit his own head with his hands. “And now the President's only secret daughter is getting into trouble with mafia prostitution and human trafficking. It must be crazy.”

“That's why we can't avoid Baron anymore. Ajeng's life is threatened and we must prevent him before he can touch Ajeng in the slightest.” Said Wira sure.

“Is it true that only the safety of Mbak Ajeng is in his head Mas Wira? What about the nomination of Pak Prabu and live Mas Wira himself?”

“I don't care about anything else. The most important thing now is Ajeng.”'s safety

“It's really crazy!” abdi lamented his bad luck. "The true soul has gone mad for love."

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Meanwhile, in Ajeng's room grumbled annoyed that instead of accompanying him to sleep, Wira instead went out leaving him alone and chose to chat with Abdi.

'Tu real boys, isn't it?! Is this a long time to still be able to escape? At best, kiss the cake!' gerutu Ajeng was upset.

He woke up and looked at his appearance in front of the mirror. 'Are you less sexy?'

He turned back in front of the mirror. 'Or less seductive?'

'Or is he scared because I'm the president's son?'

"Au ah, bebel!!!!"

Bruk!

So upset, Ajeng accidentally hit the chair until it collapsed. Ajeng rushed up to the bed and pretended to go back to sleep. He hoped that Wira would enter the room and check the situation.

But after a long wait, the man did not appear in the room. Out of annoyance, Ajeng decided to really sleep and stopped wishing on the stone-hearted man.

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