Felicia Snow seemed so busy concocting several drinks ordered by several VVIP guests. He was helped by Adelia, his best friend, to start pouring vodka and margarita into glasses one by one.

From morning to noon, they both spend it in college. So every night like this, Fheli and Adelia use their time to work at one of the exclusive bars in downtown Jakarta. All is done to get money for living expenses and college.

"While, have you seen Rayyen's latest news?" Adelia asked Felicia, who was still pouring drinks.

"Okay, anyway. I'm sorry," he said without even looking at Adelia. "Hopefully, this news won't damage Rayyen's existence in the film industry."

Adelia also confirmed her friend's prayer. He knew very well that Felicia idolized Rayyen Einhard Muller, an actor who had been on the rise in recent years. The girl always took the time to attend every meet and greet event. He occasionally visited the actor's shooting location, although he still couldn't greet him directly.

Recently, the public was shocked by Rayyen's news. He was caught red-handed by the paparazzi in the middle of making out intimately with a woman who was suspected to be Valeria Tan.

Only after this second did Rayyen speak. Only the manager denied that the man in the photo was not an artist from their management.

"I don't believe it either. A guy as cute as Rayyen is dating a mother like Valeria. Luckily, there are lots of old grandmothers," Adelia chirped as she arranged glasses of drinks onto a tray so they could be delivered immediately.

"However, when the two of them were chatting, there was a commotion inside the VVIP room. Three men argued with each other to attract everyone's attention. Intrigued, Felicia brought herself to check what was going on there.

"Rayyen! Please give me back my camera!" shouted the man suspected of working as a journalist. He tried to reach for the camera that Rayyen had now given to Niko, the manager sitting next to him.

"It's delicious!" Rayyen snapped. "You have taken my picture without permission. You have violated my privacy. So I have the right to delete this picture," said the tall man.

Rayyen's face is red with anger. He knows this is indeed a risk as a famous artist. But still, Rayyen hates being stalked the most and even taking pictures without permission, as if he no longer has privacy. Closer, seconds later, she immediately grabbed Rayyen's collar while giving a warning.

"Flip the camera!" the man ordered.

"No way! I have the right to delete the pictures in this camera. You have violated my privacy by taking my pictures secretly."

Seeing Rayyen, who remained in his stance, the man tried to intimidate him again and even tried to beat him up. Before the fist had time to fly, Felicia, who had been watching from a distance, hurriedly approached. Without fear, the girl immediately pushed the big man, so he fell.

"Don't make a fuss here. Or I will report you to security!"

"Don't interfere," the man replied as he got up. "I can just beat you up, you don't even care if you're a woman," he threatened.

"Just try!" challenged Felicia without the slightest fear. It's useless for him to be a taekwondo black belt if he can't put up a fight.

So, when the man came forward and was about to reply, Felicia again gave resistance and pulled the man's arm. Gripped, then quickly slams his opponent's body until he falls and is powerless.

"Come on, reply if you can. Even though I'm a girl, I'm not afraid of you in the slightest!"

The man tried to retaliate, but Felicia nimbly attacked first. Blocking then beat the big man earlier until he fell again. On this occasion, the security bar immediately arrested the people who had caused the trouble.

"Are you all right? Or is there anyone injured?" Felicia asked Rayyen. Inside he was already cheering loudly for being able to meet and even talked at such a close distance with the actor he idolized so much.

"I'm totally ok," said Rayyen. "Thanks for the help."

Felicia nodded politely. Without saying much more, he hurriedly left the VVIP room. When the bartender arrived at the table, the tomboy girl hugged Adhelia happily—overflowing his happiness because he could meet face to face and even managed to help his idol who was in trouble.

"While, what are you doing? It's like a madman!" Adelia said in surprise as she pushed her best friend's body away.

"Do you know?"

Adelia shook her head. "I don't know, Feli!" he said quickly, making Felicia look sullen. Not yet finished, his friend had replied.

"Yes, so listen to my story Adhel first!"

"Hurry up. We're still working."

Regulating her gasping breath, Felicia started telling stories.

"You know what? It turns out that the one who was making a fuss in the VVIP room was Rayyen Muller and journalists."

Adhelia's eyes suddenly widen. His lips almost dropped open, hearing what Felicia had just told him.

"For what? Are you serious?"

Felicia nodded immediately.

"For the sake of the Greek gods who like the storm. Seriously, Dhel. I'm not lying. He's hanging out, time. There's a manager too."

"So, what's the fuss about?" Adelia asked again. Increasingly curious mixed with enthusiasm with the news that Felicia conveyed.

"I'm not sure what the initial problem was. It seems he doesn't like journalists taking pictures of him secretly. Then, as far as I can see, Rayyen grabbed the journalist's camera and tried to delete the photo. And in the end, they got into a fight and then fistfights," Felicia said.

"So are you acquaintances or not? Share cell phone numbers, that's it," joked Adhelia to her heart's content. While meeting in person, he thought Felicia was helping, and it wouldn't be a problem if we exchanged cell phone numbers, right?

"Don't get to know all kinds of people, Adhelia." Felicia chuckled and pursed her lips in disgust. "I got nervous and ran away. So I just ran here. It's not strong, my God. Where's Rayyen's face, he's so pretty. Then ---"

"Mba Fheli," said a security guard, stopping the conversation between Adelia and Felicia.

"Yes, Pak Rahman," said Felicia politely.

"The VVIP guest that Ms. Fheli helped meet earlier. She asked Ms. Fheli to go to the VVIP room."

Felicia's eyebrows suddenly knit together. His mind was already running everywhere. Did Rayyen want to see her again because he wanted to get acquainted? Who knows, that's true. He recited the prayer out loud in his heart. I hope what happens after this is a romantic scene like what often happens in the FTV series.

"What else do you want, sir?" surprised Fheli when his consciousness had returned.

"I don't know, sis," replied Mr. Rahman, shrugging his shoulders. "Maybe I want to thank Ms. Felicia once again.

Felicia nodded. When Pak Rahman left, he brought his feet to go to the VVIP room immediately. I immediately met Rayyen, who was sitting enjoying live music with his manager.

"Excuse me," squeaked Felicia a little nervously.

"Just come in," asked the man suspected of being Rayyen's manager. "Please sit."

Felicia complied with orders. He then took a sitting position not far from Rayyen and his manager.

"Before that, once again I want to thank you for the help you gave Rayyen," said Nicholas. It was clear from his face that he was speaking sincerely. "It could be my artist battered if not helped by you."

Felicia nodded politely. There was also a feeling of pride tucked into his heart because he had succeeded in helping the idol escape danger.

"Don't be shy, sir. I'll do what I can."

"But anyway..." Nicholas resumed his conversation with Felicia. "If I may ask, what's your name?"

"My name is Felicia Snow, sir."

"Just call Mas Niko, don't sir. It feels really old to be called, sir," interrupted Nicholas. Even if he may, he prefers to be called 'bestie' rather than Mas.

"Ah, yes, Mr. Nico."

"Felicia herself is currently single or double?"

Felicia blinked in a daze. For some reason, her brain was slow to digest Nicholas's sentence. I thought it was a mattress, using a single double.

"It means?"

Nicholas chuckled softly, then spoke again.

"Yes, the point is, are you still single or do you already have a boyfriend? Or maybe you're already married?"

Understanding Nicholas' question, this time, Felicia's eyes widened.

"Ohh. I see. Yes... yes... Uh, no... no. I mean I don't have a boyfriend let alone a husband now."

"Good," said Nicholas. "Sorry if the question this time is a bit sensitive, are you an alcoholic, an active smoker, or maybe a free sex adherent?"

Again, Felicia shook her head.

"Even though I work in a bar, I'm 100% clean woman."

"You master martial arts?" asked Nicholas then.

"Yes," said Felicia. "I'm a black belt and used to be a taekwondo martial arts trainer."

"Perfect!" This time Nicholas exclaimed slightly. Then hastily asked again. "Besides work here, you are not bound by any contract and with anyone, right?"

Felicia had wanted to nod. But before long, she instead asked a question.

"Wait...wait...what's really going on? How come I'm suddenly being interrogated?"

Rayyen, who had been sitting quietly, heard a soft sigh. It didn't take long for him to speak up.

"Niko, you are too long-winded. Why don't you just get straight to the point? I really like things that are easy to make complicated." he grumbled in annoyance.

"Okay, okay!" clicked Nicholas, also annoyed. For him, everything must be clear and careful to avoid taking the wrong step or making a bad decision.

Then, after arguing, Nicholas' gaze returned to Felicia. He stared at her again from head to toe. Slowly assessing then in the heart, conclude.

"Not bad, anyway. But it really needs a little make over. By the way, you really don't have a boyfriend, do you?"

Felicia didn't answer but instead threw another question. I swear to God that she felt confused from being asked many questions.

"Sorry to ask again, what is this actually?"

"Do you want to be Rayyen's temporary girlfriend? You do, don't you?" asked Nicholas bluntly and confidently. He also thought, indeed, no one would refuse if offered such a thing.

"Huh? What just now?"

"Yes." Nicholas nodded. "You didn't hear me wrong. I ask you, do you want to be Rayyen's temporary girlfriend or not?"

Felicia jumped in surprise. Instead of answering, he thinks he can't. Her brain went blank like an old computer that could no longer operate correctly. But on the other hand, he is like a falling windfall.

Being suddenly asked about his willingness to be Felicia's boyfriend made her fly high. She's curious to know if this is reality or just a dream.

"Temporary Girlfriend?" she repeated.

"Yes," said Nicholas. "I'm sure, you must have heard or read Rayyen's latest news about his love scandal ---"

"With Valeria Tan?" Felicia continued.

"That's true. That's why, in order to refute this hot gossip, our management team is looking for a girl who can be invited to work together to dispel the bad news. Don't worry, if you're willing, you'll get a pretty big fee."

Felicia nodded and said, "Why don't you just be a real girlfriend? It's okay for free," she joked innocently.

"It's delicious!" From his seat, Rayyen immediately replied in disapproval. "You don't have to be Aji while you're at it, okay?"

"It's also a business," muttered Felicia quietly.

"Don't dream. Just so you know, I'm not interested in tomboyish girls like you," Rayyen snapped.

"Yes, you can try it first. Besides, you can polish it a little later. For Rayyen, I'm willing to make it over to anything," he said, rolling his eyes.

Rayyen sighed lazily. His head immediately throbbed with pain seeing Felicia's behavior, who seemed to want to take advantage of this moment.

"Niko, are you sure you want to choose him as my temporary boyfriend? His face and behavior aren't that convincing."

Nicholas didn't care. Rayyen's ramblings were ignored. I prefer to re-negotiate with Felicia.

Nico smiled too. The man took out a business card from his wallet.

"I know you must be in shock. Please think about it carefully first. I'll give you two days. If you change your mind, please call me immediately at the number on this card."

Felicia received a name cartoon from Nicholas. After that, the woman let her two guests leave the bar.

***

Felicia had just finished work. Precisely one night, when he got home, he was surprised. There was his mother lying unconscious in the kitchen. Felicia rushes for help. Luckily at that time, some neighbors happened to be patrolling and helped bring the mother to the hospital.

When he arrived and received intensive care from medical personnel, it was discovered that the mother's heart disease had recurred. Worse, the doctor suggested immediate surgery so that nothing dangerous would happen to his mother.

"Can't it be postponed, doc? I mean, should the operation be right now?"

The male doctor nodded. His face looked solemn. As if there was no hope for Felicia's mother to recover without doing what she suggested.

"Heart bypass surgery must be done immediately. I'm very worried that Amanda's mother's condition could be getting worse. In fact, her heart function is not normal as usual. This is also what makes your mother unconscious."

Felicia fell silent again. Taking a deep breath, he tried to think quickly. Undeniably, undergoing surgery like this certainly requires a lot of money.

"Doc, if I may ask, how much is the estimated cost for example if my mother has surgery?"

The doctor confirmed the glasses he was wearing. Then it didn't take long to answer Felicia's question.

"For bypass surgery alone it is likely to cost at least 80 to 100 million. It could also be more than that. The amount of the cost is determined by the number of blood vessels that must be replaced. And this does not include the cost of hospitalization after surgery."

Felicia's throat constricted. Hearing the nominal money that reached hundreds of millions made him chills. Where should he find that much money in such a short time? Even his salary as a waitress at a nightclub is not much. Even if he has to owe money to moneylenders, he will be dying to pay the interest. This is tantamount to suicide.

"Doc, if I have enough money, when will my mother be able to have surgery?" Felicia asked hesitantly.

"If the administration is complete, tomorrow afternoon your mother can immediately take action."

Felicia nodded in understanding. The woman spoke slowly again.

"Then hold on a minute, doc. I have to call someone."

Felicia then walked away. He took the business card Niko had given him from the pocket of the jeans he was wearing. Writing down the numbers one by one, Felicia found the courage to contact her idol's manager at this very late hour. He thought there was no one else who could help besides this man.

After all, it didn't matter whether being a contractual boyfriend or pretending to be; he wasn't at a disadvantage either. Instead, get money in return. Who knows, the nominal amount offered will follow what his mother needs.

It didn't take long for Felicia to wait. When the call connected, the man on the other end immediately picked up and responded.

"Hello."

"H-hello good night," Felicia said nervously. There was an uneasy feeling, too, because it was so late at night calling.

"Yeah, with who?"

"Sorry to disturb you at night. This is Felicia," he said.

"Oh my gosh. What's wrong Felicia. Have you changed your mind?" guessed Nico. As if she knew what Felicia would tell her.

"I've thought about it carefully, I will accept Mr. Niko's offer. But before that, I'm sorry I couldn't be presumptuous. May I know, how much compensation will I receive if I agree to this offer?" asked Felicia carefully.

"I'll give you a reward of 500 million to be Raiden's contract girlfriend for six months. If your work is good, I'll add another amount.

Felicia was, of course, surprised to hear the numbers that Niko had just mentioned. Five hundred million, of course, greatly exceeded his expectations.

"Okay I agree. But can I have the money right away? I need it because I have to pay for something urgent."

"Of course you can. Tomorrow morning, please come to my agency's office. I'll prepare the contract and the money."

"Fine, tomorrow morning I will go straight there. Please just tell me the address."

"Okay."

The call finally ended. He is leaving Felicia, who could breathe a little easier. At least he no longer has to worry about the cost of the operation that his mother will undergo tomorrow afternoon.