The Wife of the King's Pay

Chapter 8 Second Selection (Part 1)

After getting off the bus, Cleantha headed straight to the hospital. He wanted to say goodbye to his father and asked for blessing to undergo the selection process.

"Clea, these nights you just got back from Bogor?" asked Ana surprised.

"Yes, Auntie, I'm here because I want to say goodbye to Auntie and Dad."

"Pamit? You want to go again tomorrow?"

Hearing Cleantha's voice, Mr. Sigit tried to call his daughter.

"Cle..aaa," muttered Mr. Sigit stammering.

Seeing the father struggling to say her name, Cleantha felt touched. He looked down and kissed his father's hand with tears.

"Well, I'm sorry Clea. For the next few days, Clea could not accompany Dad here. Clea had to stay in Bogor to enter the competition. Pray for Clea to win the prize" Cleantha sobbed.

Although her father used to be rude, Cleantha did not hold a grudge. His affection as a child never diminished. Especially in a helpless condition like now, he could not bear to leave his father alone.

Mr. Sigit nodded slowly. His eyes seemed to be teary withstanding the novelty.

Several times he heard the talk between Cleantha and Keyla. From there he learned that his youngest daughter was willing to owe moneylenders to finance her treatment.

Ana advanced forward and pulled Cleantha's hand.

"Clea, if you're staying over means that aunt has to look after your father every day?"

"Yes, Aunt. I beg Auntie to help me. I had to stay at the villa to go through the next stage. If it doesn't come I'm considered dead, Auntie."

Ana's lips lifted slightly upwards, indicating that she doubted Cleantha's abilities.

"Are you sure you'll make it out as a winner? Aunty does not want to sacrifice for something in vain. Once you leave, you have to get that hundred million."

"I'll try my hardest, Auntie."

"Then what if you lose? You must still compensate Aunt in the form of money. If not, you better not have to go home" threatened Ana.

"Yes, I promise, Auntie. I'm still gonna give Aunt some money anyway."

"Auntie keep that promise. Be careful if you're lying!" said Ana fiery.

Cleantha looked back at her father's face.

"Clea said goodbye, Dad," said Cleantha hugging her father.

I don't know why he felt like he was going to be separated from his father for so long.

"Tante, I'm leaving now."

"Why don't you just take the place of Aunt for tonight?"

"Sorry, Auntie, I have to go home to get my clothes ready. Tomorrow morning I'll take the bus."

"You are the smartest for excuses. This time Aunt will give in."

Cleantha's steps were heavy when she had to leave her father who was still lying sick. But what is the power besides having to keep fighting until the last point.

Arriving at home, Keyla immediately questioned Cleantha like a detective who conducts interrogations.

"What about that competition? Are you accepted?" keyla asked to see the look on her sister's face that looked tired.

"I've had an interview today, brother. I was declared into the top ten. From tomorrow I will stay at Lord King's villa with the other participants."

"Thank God. It seems your bad luck has changed with luck."

Keyla followed Cleantha into the room.

He observed his sister busy putting clothes and some personal items into a large bag.

"How many days will you stay?"

"I don't know yet, Brother. The committee said nothing."

Keyla scrunched her forehead.

"Why didn't you ask them?Who is the competition committee?"

"Mr Siska, Brother. There is also the assistant Lord King, his name is Mr. Dion."

"Hmmm, Miss Siska? He's one of the top brass at Adhiyaksa Group. It means that the Lord King considers this competition very important, so he sent his confidants. You have to be careful, Clea. Don't make mistakes."

"Yes, Brother."

"Remember not to mention my name in front of them. I don't want to be in trouble."

Cleantha simply nodded, a sign of understanding the warning from her sister. He knew that Keyla was very afraid of losing a job at a company as big as Adhiyaksa Group.

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Upon arriving at the Chrysant villa, the participants were asked to wait in the same room as the first day.

Before long, Miss Siska came to open the door in the style of walking like a noble.

"Good morning everyone. I'm glad you guys came on time. Please hand over your mobile phone. During the selection process, you are prohibited from communicating with anyone" said Ms. Siska.

One by one the participants' names were called by Ms. Siska, including Cleantha. Submissively, they all handed over his phone without anyone daring to refute.

The servants moved quickly to deliver the girl they were responsible for.

A petite maid escorted Cleantha into the last room.

With Cleantha, there was a sweet girl who was the same age as him. Looks like the girl will be Cleantha's roommate.

"Please keep your belongings in the closet, Miss. Please note when there is a bell, you are all required to get out of the room and gather in the room. Excuse me" said the waiter before leaving them.

After the maid left, Cleantha placed her bag on the floor. He immediately unpacked the contents of the bag so that he could tidy his clothes.

Unlike the girl who became his roommate. The girl looked relaxed and laid her body on the bed.

"Hello, what's your name?" ask Cleantha the girl.

"I'm Cleantha" Cleantha replied, putting her shirt in the closet.

"No formal talk, we are both participants here. I'm Miranda. Just call me Mira. Hopefully we can fit in with each other 'cause we're gonna sleep in the room."

"Yes, Mira, thank you. You can call me Clea."

"You're very diligent, Clea. Are you experienced in becoming a baby sitter?" ask Miranda to find out.

"Yet. Actually I just graduated college, no work experience. What about you, Mira?" tanya Clea threw a question back.

"Same. I was never a baby sitter either. My background is a model. I'm in this competition just for fun. It was unexpected that I escaped," Miranda said.

The sweet girl is indeed tall and slim, like a female model in general.

Cleantha's suspicions grew after hearing Miranda's confession.

"*P*participants who escaped actually do not have experience or background as a babysitter. What criteria are they really looking for?"

cleantha thought she was curious.

"Today I met Jessi and Inge. They are not baby sitters either. Jessi is an architect student, while Inge is a hairstylist. It seems that the participant who was passed was the one with a beautiful face and ideal body," Miranda continued shaking her legs.

The loud bell sound stopped the chatter between Cleantha and Miranda. They rushed out of the room according to the instructions given by Ms. Siska.

In that room had gathered eight other girls who were chosen.

The atmosphere of silence full of tension was again felt as Bu Siska stepped in.

"Good afternoon. As I said before, Mrs Zevira Adhiyaksa today will come to judge you. Before Madame Zevira is present, I have a first assignment for you."

Ms. Siska stared intently at the participants and continued her words.

"You will cook your favorite food. Zevira, salmon steak and mashed potato. We prepared the ingredients in the kitchen. You just cook it based on the recipe given by the head chef. The results of your cooking will be tasted directly by Mrs. Zevira. This is the test that Mrs gave. Zevira himself. So you guys have to do it right."

Hearing the announcement, the faces of the participants showed great concern.

"Clea, I can't cook. Then how can I make a dish that complex?" whispered Miranda lirih.

Miss Siska looked towards Miranda while glaring.

"Ehemmmm. I've said to maintain calm in this room. No need to talk to other participants."

"I'm sorry, ma'am," Miranda answered again sitting upright in her chair.

"Now the five participants I mentioned, please follow the butler to the kitchen. While the other five participants will come with me to choose a dress to wear to meet Mrs. Zevira. So you will take turns cooking and choosing a dress. Do you understand Miss?"

"Yes, ma'am," the participants replied in unison.

"good. Let's start," said Ms. Siska raising her chin up.

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Zevira deliberately wears an elegant dress all red and the best makeup to support her appearance today.

She wants to look beautiful, elegant and classy in front of the participants. Zevira was determined to give a subtle bluff to the girls, who in fact would be the honeymoon in marriage.

"Mrs, are you okay?" ask Bi Dewi, Zevira's loyal servant.

Bi Dewi had served Zevira for many years, so she could guess the contents of her master's mind.

"Auntie need not worry. I'll handle this well. I'm not just gonna give up on the King's game."

"Madam, I beg you not to do things that will make Lord King grow angry."

A faint smile rang out on Zevira's red lips.

"Just calm down, Bi. I'm a smart woman. I'll make sure the King gets a second wife away from his taste. He would never be interested in that woman. At once I will show my honey that I am the real queen. While he will be just a servant to me," Zevira said with confidence.

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