Wedding Agreement With Billionaire

Aisa Larasati, the eldest of two siblings born to Arya Jati and Mayang, hails from a financially disadvantaged family. They reside in a village located in Semarang. Aisa has a younger brother named Niko, who is still in the 10th grade of high school.

Aisa didn't want to burden her parents and decided to go to the city in search of employment to assist with her family's finances. She currently finds herself in Jakarta, a metropolitan city surrounded by towering skyscrapers. Jakarta is a place where people flock to try their luck.

Armed only with a high school diploma and no work experience, Aisa thought finding a job in the city would be easy. However, it proved to be far more challenging than she anticipated.

As she walked under the scorching sun, Aisa continued to grumble. Sweat streamed down her petite body. Despite her small stature, Aisa possessed a figure that could be likened to a Spanish guitar, captivating the attention of anyone who glanced her way.

With hunger and thirst gnawing at her, Aisa trudged on, her steps uncertain. Her body grew heavier, her head began to spin, and eventually, she collapsed unconscious in front of the gate of a luxurious house.

After a considerable time, Aisa slowly opened her eyes, squinting at her unfamiliar surroundings. She touched her aching head. "Where am I?" she whispered to herself.

The sound of a door opening reached her ears, and Aisa's beautiful eyes caught sight of a figure approaching. She sat up in bed and leaned against the headboard.

"Are you awake? Is your head still hurting?" the woman asked, offering a cup of warm tea to Aisa.

Aisa accepted the warm tea, shaking her head in response.

"Drink up while it's still warm. It'll help warm your body," the woman advised.

Aisa nodded and began to sip the tea slowly.

"If I may ask, what's your name, and where is your home?" the woman inquired, her curiosity piqued by the beautiful young girl before her.

"I-I'm Aisa, Ma'am. I'm from a village, and I came to this city to find work," Aisa replied, avoiding eye contact.

The woman gently stroked Aisa's head. "Now, go take a shower and change into the clothes in that wardrobe," she said, pointing to a very large wardrobe.

"Afterward, come downstairs," she added before leaving the room.

Before Aisa could ask where she was and who the elegant and kind woman was, the woman had already left the room.

Aisa glanced around the opulent and spacious room in awe. It was the most luxurious place she had ever been in. Her room back in the village was nothing compared to this. This room was almost as big as half of her house.

"Where am I now, and how did I end up here? Wasn't I looking for a job earlier? Who was that elegant and beautiful woman?" Aisa wondered.

"A-am I not being kidnapped? A-am I not going to be sold?"

Aisa then walked toward the wardrobe, which was three times the size of the one she had at home. Aisa's eyes widened in amazement when she saw the contents of the wardrobe – there were so many expensive-looking clothes.

"Am I dreaming?" she wondered aloud.

Flashback

In Jakarta, there was a wealthy family known as the Admaja family. Their driver, Mr Timan, happened to find Aisa lying in front of their mansion's gate. Mr Timan, appearing quite panicked, quickly checked on the girl, fearing that someone had left her there as if she were a discarded body. He breathed a sigh of relief when he realized she was still breathing. With all his strength, he carried her inside the house.

"Mr Timan, who is this girl?" the lady of the house inquired, her sharp eyes fixed on the middle-aged man.

Mr Timan stammered in response, fear beginning to overtake him. "I-forgive my impudence, Madam. Earlier, when I opened the gate, I accidentally found this girl lying outside. I felt sorry for her and brought her inside. I should have asked for your permission first."

The woman gazed closely at the unconscious girl in her driver's arms.

"In that case, take her to the upstairs room," she instructed, unable to bear seeing the girl in her current state.

"Very well, Madam," Mr Timan replied and promptly took Aisa to an upstairs room. The woman followed closely behind.

After laying Aisa on the bed, Mr Timan excused himself. The woman sat on the edge of the bed, examining Aisa from head to toe.

"What a beautiful girl," a faint smile appeared on the woman's face.

Flash-off

Aisa had finished cleaning herself up and changed into new clothes. She left the room to meet the woman who had helped her.

"Please, have a seat," the woman requested when she saw Aisa approaching.

Aisa nodded and seated herself on the sofa in front of the woman.

"I'm sure you must be curious about this place," the woman said.

Aisa nodded again, realizing that the woman could read her thoughts.

"Right now, you're at the Admaja family's residence. Have you ever heard of the Admaja family?" the woman asked while continuing to gaze at Aisa.

Aisa shook her head.

The woman furrowed her brow.

Who wouldn't know about the Admaja family, so immensely wealthy? Numerous television stations and media outlets constantly reported on the success and progress of Jakarta's largest company, Admaja Company.

The woman sighed. "Okay. Earlier, you mentioned your name is Aisa, and you're looking for a job?"

Aisa, still bewildered by the situation, could only nod and shake her head. Her mouth seemed sealed, incapable of uttering a single word.

"I have an offer for you," the woman continued. She hesitated for a moment, still unsure whether to reveal her true intentions in helping the girl.

"But..." Merlin paused, folding her hands in front of her chest. She was hesitant to say what she truly had in mind.

"But what, Madam?" Aisa asked, curiosity now getting the better of her.

Merlin scrutinized Aisa carefully. She wasn't sure if the girl would be able to do what she had in mind. But she decided to try; perhaps this girl was sent by fate to help her son.

"Are you willing to do it?" Merlin asked.

"I'll do anything, Ma'am, as long as I can get a job soon," Aisa replied without hesitation. For Aisa, the most important thing was to secure employment quickly so she could help her parents.

"Before I make you an offer, it's better if you read the document in front of you." Merlin had prepared the document that Aisa needed to sign.

Aisa furrowed her brow and picked up a brown envelope placed in front of her, then opened it.

As Aisa read the contents of the document, her eyes widened in shock. "What is this, Ma'am?" she asked, not yet comprehending the purpose of the document.

"Marriage?" Aisa continued. "How is that possible, Ma'am? I only want a job, not marriage," she exclaimed in surprise.

"I know you need a job, but I'm offering more than just employment. You can have anything you desire if you accept my offer. I also need your help."

"What do you mean, Ma'am? What kind of help?" Aisa asked, curiosity piqued.

Merlin let out a long sigh. "You're a beautiful girl. I want you to help my son regain his confidence in women."

"I still don't understand what you mean by that, Ma'am. What kind of confidence are you talking about?" Aisa inquired, still struggling to grasp Merlin's words.

Merlin began to recount the story of her only child, Alan Ferdinand Admaja. Alan was a handsome young man, 28 years of age. When Alan was in the 10th grade, he fell in love with a beautiful girl. He loved her deeply, and they continued their relationship as they both entered college.

Alan was willing to do anything for her, and both sets of parents approved of their relationship. But when Alan had fallen even deeper in love with the girl, she suddenly disappeared without a trace, leaving Alan without a word.

Alan's heart was shattered, and he felt as if he had died. For years, he searched for her whereabouts to no avail. She seemed to have vanished into thin air, and it left him feeling lifeless. Despite Alan's parents' best efforts to uplift his spirits, it was all in vain.

Alan seemed to live in his own world. Eventually, his parents reluctantly took him to a psychiatrist, and Alan's will to live slowly returned with professional help. However, something had changed within him – he refused to engage with women and seemed repulsed by the idea of being close to anyone referred to as a woman. Alan only wanted to be close to his mother.

Merlin saw a new glimmer of hope in Aisa for helping her son regain his self-confidence when she looked at her. She felt that Aisa was the right choice for Alan.

"What do you say? Will you accept my offer?" Merlin asked again after finishing her son's life story.

Aisa was perplexed about how to respond. She only wanted to find a job and earn money to support her parents. However, she couldn't agree to selling herself in this way.

"I'm sorry, Ma'am. I can't. I don't want to sell myself just to earn money," Aisa declined.

Merlin burst into laughter; she hadn't expected Aisa to think that way. How could Aisa assume she was asking her to sell herself? It was clear that she was proposing marriage. She underlined the word "Marriage."

"Read through all the documents first, study them thoroughly. I'll give you a week to consider my offer. I'm confident that if you accept, you can have everything you desire," Merlin tried to persuade Aisa again, hoping she might change her mind.

"My decision is final, Ma'am. I won't accept this absurd offer! I'm not a cheap woman willing to sell herself just for money," Aisa firmly stated.

"Sorry, Ma'am, I must take my leave. Thank you for your assistance," Aisa continued as she rose from her seat, taking the brown envelope with her, and walked away from Merlin.

Merlin could only shake her head upon hearing Aisa's recent words, as the girl didn't seem to fully grasp what she had said.

"I'll still be waiting for your decision. If you change your mind, my door is always open to you!" Merlin shouted.

Aisa paid no attention to Merlin's shouts, continuing to walk away from the grand and luxurious house. On her way home, Aisa grumbled, unable to believe that there were wealthy families with such extreme ideas.

"Insane! How could she ask me to marry her son, especially when we're complete strangers? Does she think marriage is just a game?" Aisa vented her frustration while trying to contain her emotions.

Aisa's stomach growled.

She held her hungry stomach as she had only eaten earlier in the morning. She took her wallet from her bag and counted the remaining money inside.

"I have very little money left, and I can't survive like this. It's incredibly challenging to find a job here," Aisa lamented before sighing in exhaustion.

**

Meanwhile, Merlin contacted someone and asked them to keep an eye on Aisa, as she was certain that one day Aisa would need her.**

"I have a job for you. Follow the girl who just left my house," Merlin said as soon as the call connected.

"Understood, Ma'am."

"Let me know everything she does," Merlin concluded the call after receiving confirmation from the person she had contacted.

"I will make sure she marries Alan. She will help me restore Alan's self-confidence."

After receiving orders from her employer, the man discreetly followed Aisa to her rented accommodation.

"What's so special about this village girl that Madame Merlin wants me to follow her? She is indeed beautiful, especially her seductive figure. Truly tempting," the man muttered absentmindedly, unconsciously swallowing his saliva as he admired Aisa's attractive physique.

Aisa quickly entered her rented house and closed the door, leaving the man unable to see her anymore.

Starving since earlier, Aisa decided to satisfy her hunger with a packet of instant noodles, as it was the only affordable option for her right now. She had moved to Jakarta with very little money, with most of it going towards her one-month rent.

After filling her stomach, Aisa lay down on her rather thin mattress.

"It's not easy to find a job here. Every company I visited requires candidates with a master's degree, while I only graduated from high school," Aisa sighed in exhaustion.

Aisa remembered the brown envelope she had brought from Merlin's house. "Marriage? How could she ask me to marry her son when she doesn't even know me?"

It's been a week since Aisa tirelessly searched for a job. She sent numerous job applications to various companies and stores, but none were willing to hire her due to her educational background and lack of work experience.

Aisa felt desperate; she could only afford to eat once a day to save money. Living in the city was not as easy as she had imagined. Everything was expensive, and even a simple meal with vegetables and tempeh cost fifteen thousand rupiahs, not to mention the cost of buying drinking water.

Her rented room was just a small single-room with a floor mattress, and she had to pay five hundred thousand rupiahs per month for it.

Exhausted, Aisa rested her body on a garden chair. Her feet were sore from walking all day, going from one company to another, from one store to another.

Unbeknownst to her, a man had been following her since morning. He was, of course, the spy sent by the wealthy lady, Merlin.

"This girl is relentless, she still sticks to her principles. How long do I have to keep following her?" the man complained.

The man, dressed in black, wearing a hat and sunglasses, disguised himself as a detective. He felt tired and bored of following Aisa for a whole week. However, he couldn't refuse the wealthy lady's orders, which paid him far more than his previous job as a security guard at a small company.

As the day grew late, Aisa returned to her rented room without any job prospects after a whole day of searching. With a hungry stomach, she walked slowly.

"I won't give up, there's always tomorrow. For my family's sake, I will keep trying until I find a job," she thought to herself.

Aisa entered her rented room, where there was only a thin mattress and a large bag containing her clothes from her hometown. She felt life was unfair to her.

Is a high school education really that undesirable, to the point that no company would hire her?

She noticed a brown envelope lying on her bed.

"What's this..."

Aisa opened the envelope and carefully read the points listed in the document.

Marriage Agreement.

Point One: The involved party must comply with all given commands and is not allowed to refuse.

Point Two: The involved party is not allowed to escape before the agreement ends. A penalty of two hundred and fifty million rupiahs will be imposed if violated.

Aisa only read the two crucial points listed above.

She shook her head as she read each point. She then read the benefits she would receive if she accepted the agreement.

Point One: All living expenses for the involved party's family will be guaranteed.

Point Two: The involved party is free to enjoy the facilities in the large house.

Point Three: The involved party can make one request if the mission is successful.

Aisa was tempted after reading the benefits she would receive if she accepted the offer. But she still stuck to her principles, she didn't want to sell her dignity for money.

Aisa put the document back into the brown envelope. She felt very tired. Aisa walked towards the bathroom located at the back of her room. After taking a shower and getting dressed, Aisa lay down on her thin mattress. Her body was only covered with a thin cloth she brought from her hometown.

The next day.

Aisa was awakened by the ringing of her phone, which had been ringing for a while. She slowly opened her eyes, took her phone, and checked who was calling her at this early hour.

After seeing the caller's identity, Aisa answered the call. It was her mother from her hometown.

"Hello, Mom?" Aisa greeted as the call connected.

"Dear," her mother called.

"What's wrong, Mom? Is everything alright?" Aisa felt anxious, afraid that something had happened to her family in the village.

"Aisa, how are you? Is everything okay?"

Aisa paused for a moment; she didn't know what to answer. If she could be honest, she would say that she was not doing okay. But she didn't want to make her family worry.

"Aisa is okay, Mom." That was the answer that came out of Aisa's sweet mouth.

"Have you found a job?"

"Um ... well, Aisa...."

"Forgive Mom, Sa. But I have to tell you this." Aisa's mother paused for a moment.

Aisa knew that this was probably bad news. But what was it?

"Your father, Sa. Your father had an accident. He needs surgery immediately, but you know, your father and I don't have any more money. Everything we had, we gave to you for your journey and to support your sibling's education."

Aisa could hear her mother crying on the other end. She knew her mother was crying. Her mother's tears felt like a heavy weight on her chest. Her parents were already suffering, and now, trials kept coming to her family.

"Sa, are you still listening to me?" her mother's voice came through amidst the sobbing.

"How much, Mom? How much is the cost of Dad's surgery?" Aisa tried to remain calm; she tried her best not to cry.

"Fifty million, Sa. I don't know where to find that much money. You're our only hope. Have you found a job?"

Aisa was confused; she didn't know how to respond. How could she get such a large amount of money? She hadn't even found a job yet.

"Aisa, I'm sorry if I've burdened you."

"Why are you talking like that, Mom? It's my duty to help Dad and Mom. When will Dad have the surgery?"

"Within three days from now, we need to pay the full amount for the hospital expenses before your father can undergo the surgery."

Aisa could still hear her mother sobbing.

"Mom, just relax. Aisa will do her best. You just wait for Dad. Let me think of a way to get the money and pay for the hospital expenses so Dad can have the surgery."

After comforting her mother, Aisa ended the call. She then grabbed her hair roughly. Her frustration was evident, and she felt like breaking down. Aisa looked at the brown envelope beside her.

"Should I accept that lady's offer?"

Aisa was torn between maintaining her dignity and having her father's life hanging in the balance. Or should she accept the offer for the sake of her father's recovery, even if it meant selling her dignity.