8 To 4: The Mayor's Contract Wife

Sabotage of the Tourist Market

Abdi hastily went to make some coffee in the pantry.

“What's up? How to hurry?”

“Eh, Ma Ajeng.. This Mr. Wira asked to make coffee.”

“Loh did not you say Mr Wira does not like coffee?” sela Rega

“Ngga knows, Sir. All of a sudden ask to make coffee.”

Rega who heard the conversation was only smiling. As a fellow man who had known Wira for three years, he knew exactly that his co-worker was acting strangely out of jealousy. Rega is happy because he managed to get one more weakness Wira.

Ajeng then continued his talk with Rega about everything Rega had talked about with the traders and how Rega judged their character. Knowing that, Ajeng hopes to find the best way to approach them.

“I'm sorry to you sir, Bu.” Pamit Abdi to Rega and Ajeng are fun chatting while laughing.

Rega continued his story and work experience in the Kalijaten market to Ajeng. He felt very proud and happy because Ajeng sounded very fascinated and amazed by his great role in the Kalijaten market relocation project. Even with pride Rega claimed that the relocation was his idea and he himself tried to make his realization go smoothly during this time.

Ajeng had been disturbed by the style of talking Rega who always favored himself. But he felt too quick to judge, so decided to get to know Rega more before acting.

Then soon a woman with a red lipstick came, approached and hugged Rega. “Kok did not say the hell if you have come home? I miss you very much.”

Rega returned the woman's embrace warmly and Ajeng could only be transfixed to watch the friendly scene unfolding before him.

“Iya sorry. I met with Mr. Wira and continued to talk to Bu Ajeng. So you haven't had the chance to. Sorry yah?” reply Rega friendly.

Ajeng became increasingly fond of the tenderness and hospitality of Rega who treated his wife with tenderness and affection even in the presence of a beautiful woman like her. He could immediately conclude that Rega was a loyal man and what he had always wanted so far. But unfortunately because the man turned out to be married.

‘Ah, no problem. I'm married too. What is the status of marriage. Our heart and feelings are much more important.’ Inner Ajeng in the heart.

“Alright, if so please excuse me Mr. Rega. There's still a lot of work I have to finish.”

“Good, please Bu Ajeng.”

“Basic busy!” the curse of Manda was shaken after Ajeng left.

“What the hell are you, baby? Where can I say Bu Wali is rich?”

“Loh really. She was just a girl who suddenly fell duren and became the mayor's wife. But that doesn't mean he's just as busy as Mr. Wira. Pake pretended to be a lot of work.” Manda Gerrutu.

“The Wife of the Guardians is indeed as busy as that. There are many duties of the Guardian that must be shared with the Guardian Lady. So it must be because it's Bu Ajeng so very busy.”

“Kok you belain him anyway? You like her?”

“How did you get angry? I'm just saying what is? Not that I like Bu Ajeng, right?”

“Alaaah, just excuse you! Guys are everywhere the same. Can't see the cute dikit must be directly dazed klepek-klepek.” Cerocos Manda while leaving Rega. And Rega tried to catch up to him before the war broke out again in his house.

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Seeing the progress of Pasar Wisata Week that has not been significant, Ajeng felt the need to conduct radio broadcasts to promote the event to local residents of the city of Carang Sewu. So he decided to return to Radio Carang Fm to do his job which was delayed yesterday.

After promoting directly through radio, Ajeng asked Yuni to take him to the pockets where MSME traders built by the Corang Sewu city cooperative service used to gather and he was taken to one of the multi-purpose buildings belonging to one of the sub-district offices in Carang Sewu.

Apparently there is a seminar and coaching on how to preserve food attended by almost seventy percent of traders. There they are served with delicious dishes, a cool room and also a tempting goodie bag

“Yun, why can the event be held here and now? Shouldn't they be in the Travel Market?” ask Ajeng

“Ngga possible. Let me see his license!”

And it turns out to be true, Wira has affixed her signature agreement there. Ajeng's feet drowned for a moment. How could the traders he hunted would come to the tourist market if they got an offer for another event that was more useful and fun.

Ajeng went into the room and listened to the contents of the counseling that was being listened to by the built traders. The speaker comes from the cooperative service, then practitioners from a well-known private company and independent business people who have successfully developed their merchandise to the capital.

Ajeng began to enjoy the content of his counseling. At least he was relieved because the traders still get useful knowledge even though they might miss other opportunities in the tourist market.

But increasingly, Ajeng began to realize that in the entire content of the discussion not one bit they allude to the matter of Wira. Even in the ucapak thanks delivered by the independent business actors and cooperative service staff, not even if they mention the name of the Hero, he said, but the name of the Kingdom that they glorify and excel as the originator and initiator of the extension program.

Not to get there, they also repeatedly called the name Manda as one of the female movers that encourage traders to be more advanced and developed. Though Ajeng knew the facts himself, the woman took over the ration stand of the traders to hold her own merchandise on a large scale in the tourist market.

“What the fuck is this?” muttered Ajeng from his seat.

“Again, give a standing ovation to Mr Rega and Ms Manda!” said the moderator who was immediately followed vigorously by seminar participants.

Ajeng saw someone approaching the moderator to tell him the existence of Ajeng. But not wanting to cause a commotion, Ajeng decided to leave the room before anyone recognized him and realized his existence.

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Ajeng chose to relax in the canteen of the district office while enjoying a bottle of mineral water that has been dioplosnya so as not to be too cold. Soon the event ended and participants started to arrive at the cafeteria to order cigarettes and drinks.

“Father out of extension?” ask one of the participants.

“Iya Ma'am. Here's a souvenir.” He answered cheerfully while showing the goodie bag he got.

“Loh, Mr not selling in the tourist market?”

“Be willing to sell there. But because there is this event and he said it was initiated by Mr. Rega, so I prefer to come here.”

“Indeed why if Mr Rega initiated?”

“Loh Mbak does not know yet tho? Mr. Rega is not only young and dashing, but also handsome and great. He's better than the Guardians who have nothing. He's the one who initiated all the development and development in this city. His wife did not lose badly. Besides being beautiful, it is also good and smart. The two of them who contributed to our city.”

“It is possible that they did all of that without the knowledge and permission of Mr Wali?” tanya Ajeng who was still not satisfied with their answer.

“Yah, but the fact is that Mr. Wali never did anything. It only works with plants. Why not be a farmer instead of bothering to be mayor?”

“Iya true. Especially if the Guardian is a widower. Ngurus own household aja can not, let alone ngurus citizens?” add another citizen.

Then Yuni came to Ajeng, “Bu Wali, this is a photocopy of the license you asked for.”

“Thank you. If so excuse me first gentlemen, mothers.”

“Hah? Wali Ma'am? So that was Miss Wali?”

Ajeng walked leaving the citizens started to whisper in his wake. But all of a sudden he decided to go back and show me the piece of newspaper he had brought this morning.

“This.” Ajeng showed an article in the newspaper entitled ‘Pekan Pasar Wisata crowded flooded with visitors, turnover of MSME traders rose drastically’.

“The event initiated by Mr. Mayor was a great success. You should get a turnover of hundreds of thousands or even millions if you come there rather than just a bag of souvenirs like that.”

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