My Lovely and Sassy Wife

A beautiful woman with a beautiful face with long jet black hair and medium stature, neither petite nor too tall, jogs towards a lobby door of the most famous company in Jakarta, The Anderson Group Ltd. The actual working hour of the employee is still one hour away. However, for Calista, her working hours as an office girl are 2 hours earlier because she has to clean two floors.

Every office girl and boy gets two floors of work per day consisting of three people every day. one office boy on duty pick up trash from every table and throws it away. And they are also taking the used drinking glasses from each employee's desk, sweeping the floor with a vacuum because all floors of the room were covered with thick carpets. At the same time, the other two office girls share the task of washing dishes and cleaning toilets. Today, Calista's job is to clean the employee toilets.

She has to do this work because she had to pay for her own life in Jakarta as an overseas child and pay for her study from semester one until now, heading to semester seven, which means she is approaching a thesis. Calista has no relatives in this big city. She is only desperate to go to Jakarta because she was accepted to study at one of the State Universities in Jakarta through the academic route. However, Calista is still enthusiastic about working and learning every day. Never once does she complain of being tired or bored. Because in her opinion, there are still many people who live far more miserably than her. So, she should still be grateful.

Until this morning, Calista received a text message from her beloved mother in Jogja, which made her heart ponder in her small boarding room for a long time, looking for a solution, "Dear my daughter, your father was the victim of a hit and run. Now, he is in ICU and needs surgery immediately. However, I did not have the money to pay the down payment, which the hospital said it was up to 20 million. I don't know what to do.". Calista was silent, unable to immediately reply to a short message from her dear mother, who also had to struggle to make a living as a traveling herbal medicine seller.

A few minutes later, Calista finally called her mother,

"Mother, how are you now? Has dad received treatment from the hospital?" Calista's voice trembled to hold back tears by covering her mouth.

"Sob… sob… sob… your father has been admitted to the hospital and only received first aid. But, for the operation, they have to wait for our fees." Calista's mother answered in a sobbing voice as she tearfully thought of the cost.

"I'll try to find the money. Mom, please, be patient. Hopefully there will be sustenance later. Please, wish me luck to get the money as soon as." Calista sighed heavily because she didn't know where to borrow that much money. Most of her college friends are also overseas children.

"Yes Dear, I'm sorry. We always bother you." Dini ended her call because Anton, her youngest son, was also Calista's only sister, calls her.

"Hey, what are you thinking about?" Dian, a fellow office girl, nudged Calista's arm, who was rubbing the sink repeatedly with a blank stare.

"Oh, nothing." Calista smiled.

"Calista, Actually, you are very beautiful. If you wear employee uniforms like them, it will fit perfectly and everyone will be amazed by you. Unfortunately...." Dian looks at their view quietly in the mirror in front of them. There are facial appearances up to half the bodies of two women wearing white and blue office girl uniforms.

"Never mind, the sustenance has already been arranged. After all, being an employee is not just about appearance. You should have a good educational background. My study hasn't finished yet, hehehe." Calista wiped the sink with a dry cloth.

"Yeah, you're right, fighting!" Dian, slightly cute with a slightly chubby body, is one of Calista's best friends at work. They are both coming to Jakarta for labor only. The difference is that Dian did not continue her studies. She only works to support herself. "Hey, there's the latest gossip from the maklampir. It's funny; read on. There's just the behavior of the rich. Eh, is this a real rich person or a prank huh?" Dian shows a post from a gossip account on Instagram that she follows. Calista received Dian's cellphone and read a post that made her eyes widen,

LOOKING FOR!!!

A young woman who is not more than 23 years old has a beautiful face, flawless white skin without any disease, is normal and not disabled, and most importantly, still a VIRGIN. To be married off to an old and disabled billionaire. The compensation given is cash worth 1 billion every month, 1 unit of a luxury Lexus LM car, and two units of luxury apartments in the SCBD area. All of that will be given when they have given birth to at least three children.

"Is this a serious post like this?" Calista shook her head and sighed.

"Today's rich people are just weird. Read those comments! Many girls want to apply even though it is clearly written WANT TO BE MARRIED TO AN OLD AND DISABLED BILLIONAIRE. Tck, what golddigger women!" Calista smiled faintly. Money 1 billion / month? Suddenly she remembered something. Yes, her father's surgery costs!

Calista immediately took Dian's cellphone and found out the address of the billionaire. It was not mentioned in the post. Just send a direct message only. Calista was desperate to send a message to the gossip account and left a message in the form of her cellphone number.

"What's wrong with you? Are you Interested?" Dian knit her brows at her friend's strange behavior when she grabbed and typed via her cell phone.

"Hehe, no. I'm not that naive." Calista also left Dian, who was still pensive looking at her departure and was about to move to another toilet.

Finally, it was time to go home. Calista cleaned up her equipment and changed her office girl uniform with a t-shirt and jeans. When work hours are over, this long-haired woman will change roles into a student who lectures in the afternoon and evening. Calista deliberately took a particular course for employees because she had to work from morning to evening. With a simple sling bag with a Jogja batik motif that she bought at a stall along Malioboro, Calista walked steadily towards a shuttle bus that took her to the Transjakarta bus. The part-time student is sitting in the corner of the shuttle bus.

Suddenly her cell phone vibrated, and Calista opened the contents of the incoming message. Her DM this morning was replied to by the gossip account. And there was the full address of the billionaire. Calista's hands were shaking because she didn't expect to get a reply so soon.

Should she come or not? Because the message said she could come today. Finally, the woman decided not to go to college and drove to the address given.

It took Calista time to find the address because she didn't know the location of elite housing. Plus, the distance needed from the end of the guard post to the houses inside is very far on foot. Calista does not have a motorbike for transportation. She relies on public transportation everywhere. Here she is at a house with a high iron fence. Don't ask how luxurious the house is from the outside. For Calista, this house was more magnificent than the presidential palace she had visited while on duty from her campus.

"Excuse me sir, is this really Mr. Darren Anderson's house?" Calista approached a security guard who was on duty at the gate of the guard post.

"That's right, who are you? What do you need?" The guard with the thick mustache looked at Calista suspiciously as if she was censoring herself from top to bottom.

"I got this address and was told to come today." Calista shows the contents of the message sent to her cellphone.