Gaji Schedule Maker

Aku, Jessika Widiantoro, mahasiswa semester lima pada fakultas Ekonomi sebuah universitas swasta yang terkenal, anak yatim, ayahku telah meninggal . Ibu tinggal di kota kecil bersama dua adikku yang masih sekolah. Sejak kecil Jeje, nama panggilanku ingin menjadi akuntan. Setiap jenjang sekolah aku mendapat beasiswa. Setelah tamat SMA , aku ingin masuk fakultas ekonomi , ibuku tidak merestui .Dengan memberanikan diri aku mengikuti jalur prestasi Universitas Negeri dan Universitas Swasta. Aku lolos. Masalahnya aku lolos dari jalur prestasi universitas swasta yang terkenal dengan biaya yang tinggi, meskipun hanya iseng-iseng karena tidak dipungut biaya pendaftaran. Aku mengacuhkan permintaan ibu agar membatalkan niatku Berbekal uang hasil jualan kue di kantin sekolah, sejak SD sampai SMA, aku dan Sari berangkat ke ibu kota. Kami tinggal di rumah oomnya Sari, pak Bima adalah dosen pada fakultas ekonomi di mana aku lolos seleksi jalur prestasi. Awalnya semua berjalan lurus-lurus saja, kemudian hidupku berbalik ketika oom Bima memintaku untuk membawa laporan audit untuk temannya. Sejak pertemuan pertama, aku sering ke di apartemen oom Bulus, diminta membuat laporan keuangan pribadinya . Aku menganggap oom Bulus sebagai ayahku, mungkin karena perbedaan usia kami sangat jauh, aku berusia 23 tahun dan dia berusia 45 tahun, sama dengan usia ibuku. Untuk mendapatkan uang bulanan setiap bulan ,Oom Bulus mengikatku dengan “Kontrak teman kencan “ selama tiga tahun. Aku menerimanya karena aku bingung membayar uang semester, membayar sekolah adik-adikku dan biaya kost. Aku mendapat imbalan gaji sebesar lima juta per bulan .Aku menerima kontrak yang diajukan oom Bulus karena item ke lima, yakni No s*ks di antara kita. Oom Bulus mengaku dia hanya staf yang dipercayakan oleh bosnya yang mempunyai perusahaan yang tinggal di luar negeri. Aku percaya saja, karena penampilan biasa-biasa saja, apartemennya juga biasa-biasa saja. Seringnya kami bersama-sama membuat ada getaran-getaran di tubuhku. Oom menawariku wine. Dalam keadaan mabuk aku terjatuh dalam bara cinta terlarang.

WARNING: THIS NOVEL CONTAINS MATURE CONTENT, VIOLENT SCENES, AND STRONG USE OF WORDS. Through a game of escape, Melissa Davis sniffed what she didn't intend to eat. Now her teeth ache. _______________ When Melissa received a call to come back to the City, she thought it was because of the crime she committed in Germany, however, on her arrival to Mexico, Melissa realized her father had arranged for her an engagement to the Heir of the Shark Mafia family, her family rival. To cancel the engagement, Melissa desperately came up with a hideous plan and made a deal with a Mafia UnderBoss, to whom was her hell… her nightmare… her torture, and… her misery. With Donald Don by her side, will Melissa ever achieve her aim? What more does Melissa not know about this young, handsome billionaire she strikes a deal with? . . . "With my blood on your contract, the deal is sealed and it's irrevocable, Melissa." Now the game begins! UPDATE SCHEDULE: THREE CHAPTERS WEEKLY

She was a piece of Heaven he wanted to own. And he, was the flames of Hell she wanted to tame. "You must be tired." The unparalleled face softens with an indulging smile, and I nod hastily like a chick pecking at grains. My reason, wisdom, and rationality became words of a foreign tongue when the fingers tangled amongst my hair trail down to my cheekbones. The caresses like the fine strokes of a paint brush that gave colour to my skin. "But next time." His eyes of hellfire narrows, reflecting the features of a iolite-eyed mortal, and crimson lips pull back over sharp canines. "I might not be as easy to tame." ■What happens when the greek god of the Underworld becomes the 'Grumpy Patient' to a kind hearted mortal, burdened by a curse untold and a gift unrivalled.■ Slow burn Update schedule : Every 2 days ◇

I've been in love for six years, but my wedding has been called off 99 times by the man who claims to love me most, the mafia boss, Daniel Reed. The first time is on a private island off the coast of Sorellia. He promises me a secret wedding. But an hour before the ceremony, he gets a call saying that his new assistant, Emily Jennings, has been taken by a rival family. Without a word, he leaves me behind and sails off into the night. The second time, we're standing at the altar, exchanging vows. His underboss then leans in and whispers, "Emily's in trouble." Daniel tears off his boutonniere and walks out without looking back. Emily has been kidnapped again—this time, near the border district. He leads an armed raid that very night while I'm left behind, becoming the laughingstock in the mafia's VIP lounges. No matter when I schedule the wedding, Emily always ends up in danger. And Daniel always runs to her without hesitation. Eventually, I realize I will never win against the reckless Gen Z assistant who constantly drags him into chaos. After the 99th cancellation, I decide to break up with him and disappear from Valemont. I move out overnight, erase every trace of myself, leaving nothing behind. But I never expect him to go completely mad. He shuts down the ports, searches every villa, and unleashes his entire family's intelligence network just to find me. His eyes burn red like a wild animal on the edge of collapse. "Elara," he growls, "just give me one more chance."

At my wedding, the giant screen that's supposed to show our photos suddenly switches to the groom's assistant's prenatal exam report. It clearly shows that he is the child's father. The assistant looks flustered and panicked as she rushes to apologize to me. The groom, on the other hand, stays perfectly calm and offers an explanation like it's no big deal. "I took pity on her because she got pregnant out of wedlock, so I went with her to the appointment and left my name. I'm going to be her kid's godfather, too." The day of her exam was also the day I went for my very first prenatal checkup. Everyone thinks I'll break down, but I simply reach up and tear off my veil. Then, I calmly schedule an abortion. "She really is pitiful, being pregnant without a partner by her side. She deserves this wedding more than I do." Then, I raise my champagne glass to congratulate him. "Congratulations to you both. May your shotgun wedding be a happy one, especially since it's happening with a bun in the oven."

The crown is a story of a princess who has been raised differently from others like her. She was taught to hold a weapon in her hand and wield it against any threat that comes in her way. Soon, she is crowned to be queen, and instead of finding a king to lead the kingdom, she independently breaks tradition and leads her way. Until one day, she finds herself falling for someone that could shatter every bit of power she has. Will she let love conquer and lose her reign? Or will she let power continue to grow within her veins of the kingdom? (Note: this is still in progress and I may have a busy schedule but I am looking forward to what you all have to say about this story. Let me know and feel free to speak your mind out! They mean a lot to me!)

"Kalau kamu nggak mau menitipkan bapak kamu ke kerabatnya, bawa aja ke panti jompo, atau taruh di jalanan. Pasti bakal ada orang kaya yang mau memelihara! Membesarkan dua anak aja gaji kamu pas-pasan, apalagi harus merawat bapak kamu yang setiap hari harus pakai popok dan minum obat!"

"Pregnant patient, corpus luteum rupture, heavy bleeding! We need a consent form signed—now!" I stood there holding the clipboard, waiting, when a voice I knew way too well cut through the chaos. "I'm here!" Jimmy. My husband. The same guy who vanished on our anniversary—now signing off on emergency surgery for another woman. He didn't even blink before writing "husband" on the form. Still had our wedding ring on, too. He didn't recognize me behind the mask. Just grabbed my hand and begged. "Please save her. It's my fault. She's pregnant. I messed up. I love her. I can't lose her." His grip tightened. My wedding ring slipped off and hit the floor. I didn't say a word. Just turned and walked into the OR. A doctor beside me, totally clueless, beamed and said, "Dr. Meyer, your test results came back—twins! Your husband's gonna be so happy. Congrats!" I smiled, barely. "Schedule the termination after surgery."

Apa yang kamu rasakan ketika bertemu lagi dengan mantan yang kamu campakkan lima tahun lalu? Anggun Prasesti memutuskan untuk resign dari kantor lamanya karena tidak kuat bertahan dengan lingkungan kantor yang toxic. Setelah enam bulan menganggur dan mengandalkan gaji terakhirnya untuk bertahan di ibu kota, akhirnya Anggun mendapat panggilan kerja dari salah satu perusahaan. Namun, ketika merasa dunianya baik-baik saja, Anggun dikhianati oleh semesta dan dipertemukan lagi dengan mantannya yang ternyata adalah bos barunya! Apakah Anggun bisa bertahan dengan keadaan sulit ini?

Menjadi asisten seorang Presdir dingin dengan banyaknya aturan dalam bekerja, membuat Queen Binar tidak tahan dan ingin segera dapat mengakhiri kontrak kerja. Namun, di ujung ketidaksabarannya, sebuah permintaan konyol dari Sang Presdir dengan iming-iming penambahan gaji yang fantastis, membuat keinginan Binar mau tak mau diurungkan. Lantas keinginan Binar untuk segera terlepas dari atasan dingin itu apakah terlupakan begitu saja? Lalu permintaan seperti apa dari atasannya itu? Apakah Binar sanggup menjalankan permintaan atasannya? Ikutin ceritanya terus, yuk! Dan follow Ig author @yuthikaauthor_