LOVE CONSULTANT

Memories.

Paijo Pov's.

I sat quietly in front of the window, staring at some of my employees who were stirring the mixture downstairs. Some of them are elderly parents who should sit sweetly at home while enjoying the results of retirement. But because of the great responsibility that carries out the task as if forcing them to keep using muscles that are not how strong anymore.

And at the corner of the fence, once again netraku caught the figure of a young man who had just married and had a one-month-old son. Last year I invited him to work for me without the frills of a diploma or through HRD like most companies. Right now he was smiling happily as if he was waiting for a monthly wage.

While in the other corner, a middle-aged woman is the arrival of her son who is still in high school uniform. He came to ask for pocket money for her at school. With a smile, the middle-aged woman pulled out a hundred thousand note paper and gave it to her son.

I know who his son is. He is a smart and accomplished boy. He was serious about education. Almost every day he came to his mother to tell her how high he achieved today as if they would not meet at home.

And at the same time, the middle-aged woman named Imah always told me how proud she was of her only son.

Ima, a single parent, must fight against the rigors of life in the middle of the capital that is filled with hypocritical humans. He was once fooled by the sweet mouth of one of the politicians while flapping his wings in politics.

With a friendly face with a sweet mouth like real honey, the politician wants a decent life if he is elected to be one of the number one people in his city. He promised that if one day Imah gets into trouble, then he will willingly help, as long as the middle-aged woman brings her family to choose him.

In fact, after being elected and occupying the number one seat in his area, the politician man was actually acting indifferent as if he did not look at the face of Imah.

He threw it away, cornered it, and insulted the woman like the trash of society. Whereas in the past he himself came to him and asked for a lot of votes to be elected from the position he currently sits in.

In desperation, Imah walked away, regretting all his decision to choose the arrogant politician. At the time, he needed money for his son's appendectomy.

At that time Imah was helpless, she who was originally just a washing worker in a inn where the ****** sin wallow there, of course could not afford such high hospital fees. Another impossible thing is that he could not peddle his body in the inn for striped men who like to live and forget his wife's children at home.

At that time, I accidentally almost hit the body of a gontai Imah who had crossed the highway without knowing, that the street lights signify green.

I felt sorry for her, she looked at me blankly, then begged like a desperate woman. It was at that moment that my heart was moved to help him to work for me. Again without the degree.

Maybe then I thought I was a good man like an angel. But I never thought of myself as such, for my heart is still wallowing in sin.

Then, shall I see them back on the streets again to reap the fortune? while I'm here, I'm still sitting in silence doing nothing. I don't know what else to say, seeing the barrage of events coming to me over the past few weeks.

Starting from the loss of the supplier of funds, the departure of several contractors, and the most surprising is the disappearance of someone who won the Anggoro guesthouse project. They all vanished as if in the swallow of the earth. Leaving me here to complete all the projects halfway using all my money.

From the beginning I had been suspicious of the hypocrites, but on behalf of the common people, my heart was slowly moved to help others. In fact, no one really uses his conscience, they are a group of hypocrites who extort profits from the labors of the common people.

Here I want to say that I am not a noble heart angel who has no sin at all, but at least I did not deceive anyone in raking in the coffers of rupiah or dollars.

"Paijo, lunch is coming!" The voice of the Princess, so blaring, made me aware of the daydreams of hypocrites and the cruelty of hypocrites.

"Let's just put it on the table. I'll eat soon." I stared at my lunchbox without lust. Truly my heart is still foggy at this time as if scratching nestapa more and more.

I'm still afraid of the shadow of the squalor of my employees. I don't want them to live like they've been living on the streets like they have.

most employees are from the lower middle class. Average educated high school graduates. But don't get me wrong, they're very smart and talented. It's just that the demands of education are so high, that it forces them to give up hope and ideals.

"What are you thinking, em?"

"Is everything okay?" The Princess's question implies an anxiety. However, I still try not to involve him in my problems. To me, she knew enough just how much her husband was doing to make a living.

"I'm doing fine. Come here!" I led the Princess to sit on my lap and hug her from behind. I inhale the scent of his body that always succeeds in making me drunk.

"Are you not in a job now? until a busy doctor like you comes to a place you shouldn't?" my question while wiping the niche of the princess' neck with my nose.

"Hey, why are you saying that? is this my husband's company? how can you say you shouldn't?" The Princess's question this time jolted me. He turned his body to face me and looked at me intensely. I almost broke my company's secrets on the brink of bankruptcy.

"Maksduku you are a doctor and hospital manager, of course with the profession it is enough to drain your time. But you came here and brought me lunch." I said as if trying to hide something stifling.

"I'm sorry Princess, I have to hide all my suffering from you," my inner self feels guilty.

"Because you're my husband. As much as possible I have to carry out the obligation even if only as loud as lunch. Or-" The princess hung up her lines, turned to look at me full of cravings and jokes. I memorized this gaze, a gaze that was always intoxicating when we were about to wrestle on the bed.

Hais... The princess is really flirting. Even in the middle of a whack. In fact my heart wavers as if it were defeating logic.

"Or use my body for fun. Haha." Princess's laughter broke. He seems happy. I don't know what made that laugh so good. However, one thing I should be grateful for, the Princess still smiled happily even though my heart cried out in the middle of a pile of problems.

"Do you want me now?" I put on a face as if yearning, when my mind screams crying bitterly. Given the bad luck of my company.

"Not now, we can do it at home tonight. I was really busy today. I only had half an hour outside the office. After that I have to go back to work. And that's what I used to meet you here." The princess stood up to hurry away. He poked my chin while rolling his eyes.

"I'll go first. I'll see you tonight." The princess finally left, leaving me with a short kiss on her lips and cheeks.

"Keep like that, baby. You should keep smiling happily. I will not let that smile fade from your lips" I murmured bitterly.

To be continued.