8 To 4: The Mayor's Contract Wife

Kopi

After finishing the bath and arranging themselves, Ajeng drove Bu Rangga to the dining room for breakfast together. The four of them sat together at one table, where Ajeng faced Pak Rangga and next to Wira on his left side, and Bu Rangga on his right side.

“Please enjoy the dishes!”

“Thank you, welcome to eat!”

“By the way, have we met before, Miss Wira?” asked Mr. Rangga to open a chat.

Ajeng who had lowered his head to avoid the gaze of Mr. Rangga's eyes only shook a little to hide his cold sweaty hands and shook violently under the table. He was worried that the man knew his father and knew who he really was.

“What Bu Wira hurts?” asked Bu Rangga who realized the change in Ajeng's face that suddenly paled.

Again, it can only shake. Then suddenly Wira clasped her hand under the table. “Where might Mr Rangga have met my wife? I haven't even had time to take him for a walk anywhere so busy.”

“Ah, yes right. I must've watched too much What's With Love. I think Bu Wira is very similar to Cinta.”

Wira laughs at the crisp claws of Mr. Rangga. But he felt grateful because at least Ajeng's hands no longer trembled. The girl looked more relaxed after the Hero grasped her.

They began a breakfast session together while discussing about the official house that Wira occupies, the park that Wira makes and also the city hall that looks beautiful from afar.

After finishing the meal, the waiter immediately swiped the dessert for them. Realizing that something was missing, Ajeng implored himself to go to the kitchen for a while.

“Do you guys not prepare dessert?” ask Ajeng to the mayor's cooks.

“Sorry Mom, we have prepared the fruit pudding but because suddenly, the temperature is still not cold and we do not dare to serve it. We thought no one would realize that the dessert was missed.” Answer one of the cooks.

Take watermelon, melon and other fruits in the refrigerator. Peeling and then cutting it very skillfully into a variety of shapes that are arranged beautifully on a plate.

"How can Bu Ajeng produce such a good fruit decoration?" Praise the servants.

"Quick take it out! Don't let our guests wait too long!"

"Good, Mom!"

A waiter followed Ajeng's steps towards the dining table while carrying a tray containing fruit that had been transformed into very beautiful forms such as flowers and various animals. “Please sample the fruit!”

“Ah, no problem Bu Wira. Especially until Bu Wira bothers to prepare it himself like this.”

Bu Rangga even asked to be allowed to bring the ornamental fruit home because he felt sorry to eat it. And of course Ajeng invited him with pleasure. Shortly after breakfast and relax for a moment, the group of Pak Rangga pampit to continue their agenda in another city.

“We are very happy to be here. Next time we'll schedule time to stay longer here.” Praise Mr. Rangga before leaving.

“Sure, Sir. We will very much look forward to the visit of Father and Mother.”

"Bu Ajeng is also great. Not only beautiful but also smart to make artwork from fruit like this." Imbuh Bu Rangga's.

Before leaving, Bu Rangga gave mementos in the form of scarves to Ajeng because he felt very happy with Ajeng's warm welcome that day. Moreover, because he was also very fascinated with the appearance of Ajeng about his scarf that day.

“Where did you learn to carve such fruit?” ask the guest after they leave.

“Magazine.” Answer Ajeng origin.

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Successfully welcoming the guest of honor that morning was not the end of everything for Ajeng. After his guests left, Wira immediately led Ajeng to the town hall which was located about two hundred meters from his official house.

“This is your next task.” Said Wira after submitting documents on the relocation of the Kalijaten vegetable market. “Traders that the majority of women refuse to relocate. They resorted to devious means by provoking officers to injure them and drew widespread public condemnation.”

Ajeng read the file carefully, especially in the report section about a series of efforts that have been done and obstacles faced in the field.

“What Mas Wira has never met them directly?”

“For what?”

“Speaking, dialogue, from heart to heart.”

“You see for yourself that Rega has socialized to them.”

“Rega?”

“Vice mayor.”

“Persuading people who do not intend to open themselves is futile and tiring. My time is too precious to waste for the sake of doing such a useless thing.”

Ajeng placed his documents roughly on the table. “Now it is clear where the root of the problem is. Those are not things that can be moved at will, Mas. They have feelings and desires that must be accommodated and heard. And the one they wanted to talk to was Mas Wira not someone else.”

Geck..Geck..

“Log.”

“Good morning, Mr. Wira.”

“Good Morning Mr. Rega. How's it? Is the trip smooth?”

“Alhamdulillah, Sir. How about Mr. Rangga.”

“Clear. He has continued his journey and we also managed to get investment from Mr. Suzuki. Oh yes, meet me! It's Ajeng.”

Rega approached Ajeng who was still sitting agape in his place then stuck out his hand politely.

“Include! I'm Rega, Mom. Deputy Mayor of Carang Sewu.”

Ajeng who had been fascinated by the handsome and friendly face of Rega immediately woke up from his daydream and shook Rega's hand. “Ah, yes. I'm Ajeng who happens to now serve as the Mayor's Mother.”

Rega turned his eyes to Wira, Ajeng then Wira again. It was a bit strange to hear Ajeng introduce himself like that.

“Oh yes, congratulations on the marriage of Father and Mother. I'm sorry for not being able to attend.”

“Iya ngga papa.” Sahut Ajeng with eyes still fixed on the face of Rega.

For matters of age, Rega is not far adrift with Wira, only two years older than Wira. But Rega's face looks more friendly and friendly than Wira's. Rega is also smiling and good at talking so it feels more pleasant and approachable. While Wira looks more fierce and mysterious because more silent and not good at talking to please others aka ceplas-ceplos.

“Alright, then I'll excuse you first.”

“Wait! Mr Rega, can you help me explain the Kalijaten market relocation?”

Rega turned his eyes back from Ajeng to Wira and returned to Ajeng again.

“Which question? Isn't everything clearly there?” reply Rega while pointing at the document that Ajeng had been holding.

“There are some things I haven't found here. How about we chat while we're talking?” tawar Ajeng immediately led Rega to leave the room Wira.

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When entering, Abdi found Wira pacing around in his room while muttering, “Why is her gaze like that?”

“Excuse me sir, here I bring you the report you requested and this is a disposition request from Mr. Anang.” Said Abdi while putting a pile of documents on the Wira's table.

Wira still pacing as if unaware of the existence of Abdi there.

“What does such a gaze mean?” muttered Wira.

“What's the problem, Sir?”

Mangosteen-beard heroes, “Big problems.”

“What?”

“Coffee.”

“Hah?!”

“Make me coffee!”

“Copy? But sir, instead of Mr Wira can not drink coffee?” ask Abdi with his song.

“Means it must learn, Abdi!”

“Ready, Sir!” Abdi hastily went to make some coffee in the pantry.

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