8 To 4: The Mayor's Contract Wife
That Love
After a few moments, someone knocked on the door. Ajeng felt very happy and excited thinking that it was Ardan, his eldest brother, who would help him this time around. But he again had to swallow disappointment because what came turned out to be Bara. He came with many packages of food for Ajeng.
“Ngapain you here?”
“Meet my future wife... What else to do, 'En?”
“I'm not your future wife and I don't like you rich snobs gini.”
“OK, okay. Let's just say I just came as a friend.”
“We are not friends.”
“Oke, if so would-be friends.”
“I don't want to share with you.”
“Oke, if that's a food courier. I came to make food for you.”
“I don't laper.”
“But they said you haven't eaten anything from yesterday.”
“Not your business!”
“Jengs! You just got out of the hospital. You should eat and take your medicine.”
“Not u-ru-san ka-mu!” reload Ajeng with deeper emphasis.
“Jeng have you always been like this to people who care about you?”
“Ngga. I'm just saying this to you. Because I don't like you.”
“But I like you, Jeng. And I care about you.”
“That's your business.”
“OK. Now what should I do so you want to eat?”
Suddenly I got a brilliant idea. “Meet hp me. If you succeed, I'll eat.”
Bara patted his own eel. Regretting for offering up to the crocodile queen.
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Time passed and Ajeng began to feel intense pain in his wounded stomach. For two days he did not eat or take medicine as a form of protest to his father. He has managed to endure the pain so far. But that afternoon the pain seemed to increase.
Ajeng rolled around in his bed holding a piercing pain to his bones. Cold sweat dripped down his temple but he had absolutely no intention of giving up. The pain in his stomach was nothing compared to the pain in his heart because he had to separate painfully with the person he loved so much.
Then someone knocked on the door and entered Ajeng's room. Bara returned with Ajeng's cell phone, which he left in the airport toilet before escaping that day.
“Tadaaaa!” Bara showed me his phone. But he was shocked to see Ajeng was pale and sweating. “Jeng, you why?”
“Susi!!” Bara called one of the bodyguards named Susi.
“What's up, Den?”
“Please call a doctor. Now!”
Ajeng shook his head while pulling Bara's arm. “I beg you not to call the doctor. I'm not papa. Papa will be worried if he finds out I'm sick.”
“Good, Den.”
“Still.” Ajeng after Bara returned.
Bara then gives Ajeng a drink and forces him to eat. Ajeng bit off a piece of bread and began to get busy with his cellphone regardless of Bara who was still sculpting in a position holding the bread with his brother's hand and fruit juice with his left hand.
Ajeng finds Mona's number and contacts her. “Mona!”
“Ajeng! I miss you so much? Where are you going?” mona said from the end of the phone.
“Long story ntar me story. There are more important things. Did you know that Kak Alvin wants a fiancee?”
“What?!”
“So my guess. Brother Alvin must have deliberately hidden this from us.”
“When Jeng? Where?”
“That's not what you should ask first. But ‘with whom’?
“Iya. Same who?”
“Irene. Former Indonesian princess who recently founded a charity foundation that is being talked about.”
“Hope of Love?”
“Heem.”
“Oh, so he.”
“You're not angry?”
Mona laughs. “For what? From the beginning we knew that our relationship was not going to work. But I'm relieved because she's with a good woman and worth her.”
Although Mona tried to trick her with laughter, Ajeng knew exactly that the poor girl was holding back her cries. Because his voice started to turn heavy and raucous.
“Mon, they will be holding a proposal event in Hungary in a few days. I'll update you to his latest information. Surely you will come there and stop them.”
Mona again chuckled amidst her raucous voice and sobs. “Ajeng, Ajeng. You think this is drama?”
“Mon, I know it's not easy. But at least you have to fight for the people you love.” Persuak Ajeng sincerely.
“Ya. I'll call you later, Jeng.”
“Bye.” Ajeng disconnected his phone.
“What is this also a form of your love struggle?” bara asked while raising both hands that had been holding bread and juice. "To be foolish by protesting senseless and self-harming gini rich?"
Ajeng. “This is not how much. I can take two more stabs if I have to. As long as I can go back there and meet him.”
Ajeng suddenly wiped his tears and his nose began to turn red and runny. Bara put the juice and bread on the table, then thrust the tissue to Ajeng.
“Are you really that much the same as him? What the hell is she special? Until you're willing to be her contract wife?"
“You will only know if you meet him.”
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