Zara For Pramudya
Contract Again

"Pram.." call Genta to see a friend whose boss also looks pensive.

"Don't let that crazy Tamara know who Zara is and where she lives !" Pramudya.

"Do I need to send a shadow bodyguard?" genta.

"Don't first. I'm afraid if there's a shadow guard, Zara's neighbor will be lulid with a stranger..."

"I think just send Pram. You know for yourself how determined Tamara.." keukeuh Genta. "Zara's not wrong here. She's just your contract lover who happens to be involved with the drama Tamara made."

Pramudya looked at his best friend. "alright. But don't be so flashy..."

"Give it to me."

***

Zara's House

"So yesterday until the night of the Thanksgiving in her house?" ask grandma Aisyah.

"Yes grandma. His name is rich, must be his show until night... Grandma, I played the expensive piano yesterday at Miss Andrea's. Geez, it's been a long time, it's been longing." replied Zara with a glowing face.

Aisyah's grandmother knew that her granddaughter loved the piano but unfortunately, ever since her parents died, they sold the piano for extra living expenses. Aisyah is no longer able to teach piano anymore and for Zara, no piano is not a problem let alone their piano is also used.

"What are you playing Zara?" ask Aisyah while cutting vegetables for dinner.

"Canon in d major." smile Zara while frying chicken. "I made rock style."

"Today who's taking you?" ask Aisyah.

"Sister of Andrea. Because it's unidirectional, so I'm being escorted all of you." Zara replied according to Pramudya's direction.

"Say the guy who intervened?"

"Yes. But good is the man."

Aisyah looked at Zara's ordinary-looking face as if it wasn't a strange thing. "Be careful but Zara. This is Jakarta, the cooler the person is.the more suspicious. Villains are cool now."

Zara was barely able to hear her grandmother. Yes greetings if Pramudya sir is said to be a criminal... Wong is one of the heirs of the bank Arta Jaya. But that came out of his lips. "Yes grandma. Zara will be careful."

***

Family Residence of Angela and Pramudya Hadiyanto

"Says your date humiliated Tamara?" goda Angela to Pramudya at dinner.

"Yes." Yeah."

"Whose name?"

"What's his name?" reply Pramudya.

"Your date friends! How the hell are you Pram.." kekeh Angela.

"His name is Zara Aulia."

"Name's beautiful. The guy?"

"Beauty inside out" answered Pramudya.

"Where do you know?"

"And I told you, schoolmate, Oma."

"Oh yes. Oma forgot. Eh Pram, two weeks later there is a birthday event of Bank Arta Jaya. Take Zara, will you? Oma wants to see the piano."

Pramudya. "Bring Zara?"

"hey are. Do you want to see the piano game? There must be a band that entertains guests, and there must be a keyboard or piano. You brought Zara ya Pram."

Pramudya also just nodded. Duh!

***

Mini Market where Zara works

"So your grandmother's blood washing costs were already covered by the man yesterday?" ask Martina, Zara's co-worker.

"Yes, he asked me to help his brother move and get paid for Grandma's blood washing. Thank God." Zara's smile. "Can you wash your blood this month."

"Your ridicule Zara. When you desire to find a fee, God loves the way.." Martina's smile that does not feel jealous of her friend's fortune because she knows how Zara manages her finances to be able to pay all routine bills.

The sound of old Zara's cell phone, made the girl turn her head. Grateful it was lunchtime so Zara could take the call. The girl saw who called her and stood a little away from Martina.

"Hello?" greet Zara.

"You're still working, right? Don't tell me my name, just call Ms. Andrea so as not to be suspicious" Pramudya said from across the street.

"Zara, next week there's my bank office. I was about to go alone but Oma I wanted to see you play the piano. Want to be my contract lover again?! Like yesterday, just last night."

"But Miss Andrea..."

"You come home from work can stop by the coffee memories on the big road before turning the road to your home area? We signed the contract there. I'm waiting for ya."

"But Ma'am...." Zara could only gawk because Pramudya had already turned off her call. Athaghfirullah! That one guy is ! The money from him is still a lot, this is willing to contract again? Zara doesn't understand the rich mindset.

"What's Zara?" ask Martina.

"Mr Andrea asked for my help next Sunday's event..."

"Lumayan you can add" Martina smiled.

"I.iya. Alhamdulillah.." replied Zara groggy.

Zara returned to work as usual but kept her mind wandering to Pramudya's request.

Oma I want to see you play the piano.

Zara took a long breath. If you only see me playing the piano, there is no need to use the contract of all Pramudya sir...

***

Coffee Day Afternoon Memories...

Zara got off the online motorcycle taxi that drove her to Kopi Kenangan coffee shop and saw Pramudya's car was already there. Although he had only seen Pramudya's car but somehow Zara could recognize it.

The girl went into the coffee shop and saw Pramudya already sitting there wearing only his white shirt and a tie that had been loosened.

Pramudya Hadiyanto

"What do you want to order?" ask Pramudya to Zara who just came.

"I order first sir" Zara replied, making Pramudya frown.

How about sir again?

"Order Zara. I left money at the cashier for you to order a drink... The same bread can also be" Pramudya said.

Zara ordered her drink and the bread which was a package. The cashier also gave the change of money left by Pramudya before.

Zara waited until the coffee was finished. Not without reason, Zara's heart pounded - the pounding saw Pramudya with a messy makeup so. More messy guys... Zara shook her head. Remember Zara, you're only contracted to an impromptu artist, don't ask for more. Just enjoy.

"The coffee and this is the bread, brother." said the barista.

"Thank you." Zara sat in front of Pramudya. "My old father is waiting for me? Sorry sir, I had to recap before the shift change with the night shift. Where's Mr Genta?"

"Zara, can not not not be excited about his speech" kekeh Pramudya.

"Eh? Sorry sir, because I do not feel good to make you wait" said Zara while looking down.

"It's okay. So, your next week's event is like yesterday at Mr. Hamid's house. Later your dress is in Andrea as yesterday but not all night yesterday. Stay chic, Zara."

"Sir Pram..."

"Yes?" pramudya answered while taking out his iPad and looking for a contract file for Zara.

"Do you have to contract? Because if you just want to see me play the piano..."

"It must be Zara's contract. It's nothing, I'm a little parno .. " Pramudya's smile is clumsy.

Zara stunned. Maybe there was something in the past like this.

"You signed here." Pramudya handed her apple pen to Zara and the girl signed it in the prepared column on the iPad.

And once again, the notification from his e banking reads. Zara could see the nominal in her savings growing.

"Oh, what's your phone changing?" ask Pramudya.

Zara gawking.

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