8 To 4: The Mayor's Contract Wife

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"Why do they trust Pak Rega more than Mas Wira?” gerutu Ajeng when he got in the car.

“Sorry Bu Ajeng, but that's the fact. Since taking office, Par Wira has worked more behind the scenes and Pak Regalah who always appears as a hero of the city.”

“What does Mas Wira do that?”

“For people who have never seen him work will certainly think that way. In front of everyone, he always looked relaxed. But behind it all, he is a person who has never missed a visit to the slums and left behind that Mr. Rega always misses, he is also the largest contributor to orphanages and social parlors of our city that have never been exposed. Even the girl that Bu Ajeng saved that time was also one of his foster children.”

“What? So Mas Wira knows the boy?”

Yuni nodded.

“Then why did Mas Wira refuse to help him and why did Mas Wira not want to be exposed? And how do you know about that?”

“I don't know why Mr. Wira never wanted to compete with Mr. Rega in terms of publication and imaging. But I know because I helped Mr. Abdi to accompany him to those places.”

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There was still an hour left before the working hours of the day were over, so Ajeng decided to return to the town hall and meet Wira. But he did not find the whereabouts of the Hero anywhere.

“Which father?” ask Ajeng to one of the secretariat staff.

“Bapak went to Glahah Village, Mom. Just left.”

“Newly departing? What event is there?”

“Before there was a vegetable harvest there. But because there are guests so you can not come on time.”

“Terus why suddenly decided to leave when it was too late?”

“Bapak says pity that they are still waiting for the arrival of the Father. Because there is no other agenda again, finished lunch earlier Mr. immediately went there.”

“Ya. Thanks for the info yah?”

“Sama-sama, Bu.”

Ajeng so back to the words of the people about Wira never do anything for them. Though he was willing to come to the village which is located far enough just to see the harvest of the citizens, as Yuni told him.

Ajeng became curious why Wira actually hid all forms of attention and care to the citizens and let Rega take over the good image in the eyes of the citizens. He was also very curious about what kind of leadership model Wira had applied so far, so that the citizens were apathetic to him and admired Rega more than him.

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“Eh, Miss Guardians? Can I help you, Ma?” ask one of the archivists who happened to see Ajeng's arrival.

“Iya, can you please find this letter?” Ajeng handed over a photocopy of the permit he requested from the extension organizing committee earlier.

“Good Mom, please wait!”

A few minutes later the officer returned with the original copy of the permit that Ajeng requested.

‘So this is really the signature of Wira? Why would he sign a letter like this?’ muttered the Ajeng in the heart.

“There's more I can help you with, Mom?”

“Oh no, thanks.” Ajeng returned the original copy of the letter to the archivist.

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After his working hours were up, Ajeng returned to the official house on foot. This time there were a lot of things in his head. So he decided to exercise lightly to relax the nerves of his brain that began to tense. He opened his phone and realized that he did not have a single name in his contacts. He closed his new phone and put it in a bag.

“Sore. You haven't come home?”

“But Bu.”

Feeling bored waiting for the arrival of Wira, Ajeng chose to cycle briefly around the house. Wira official house is the only residence in the city hall area. So they do not have neighbors like residential houses in general. All around their house were the city hall office, the City DPRD office, the grand mosque, the town square, the city health center and some of the city government offices.

So what Ajeng met that night was only government buildings that were closing and the bustling city square in the street vendors. Ajeng decided to cycle around the town square a few times before finally stopping to look around at the brooch that one of the street vendors was selling there.

After seeing so many brooches, Ajeng's eyes were fixed on a small brooch in the shape of a flower decorated with pearls.

“Pak if that one how much is it?”

“Neng knows if this is a good item. It packs a layer of gold plus specially ordered sea pearls.” Obviously the brooch seller. “But sorry, this brooch already has a message.”

“Who?”

“It is anyway. Special order, he said for his wife's gift.”

“Thank God, Mom, if we have a rich husband.” Yuni's voice suddenly appeared behind him.

“Eh, Yuni! How can I meet here?”

“I send niece search hawker.”

“Oh..”

“Bu Ajeng likes his brooch?” tanya Yuni saw Ajeng still could not take his eyes off the pearl brooch.

“Marketing aja, if it is true emanated and uses rare and expensive sea pearls, why is the pesen here well? Wouldn't it be nice if the message was in a big craftsman? In addition to better processing, the quality is also more guaranteed because it is certified.” Gumam Ajeng quietly so that the merchant did not hear it.

“Bu Ajeng make no mistake. Despite trading in a city like this, Mr. Jamil is one of the most famous jewelers in the city. Because he did not have the land to open his business permanently, he was forced to trade moving like this. Try Bu Ajeng see! all the brooches and monel rings he made nice design and the workmanship is also very detailed and neat.”

Ajeng look around for a while, then say goodbye to go home first.

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Arriving at home, Ajeng checked the cell phone he accidentally left in his room. Twenty-two missed calls from Wira came into his phone. Out of curiosity, Ajeng again contacted Wira's number.

"Hello?"

"Jeng, where are you going? On the phone not picked up."

"by cycling. Why why?"

"Tadi Bu Slamet, the wife of the DPRD chairman, stopped by the house to meet you. But you're not even home."

"Mas, this is outside of my working hours. So I'm free to do anything and where. I don't like you saying I'm rich."

"Yes, but this is Miss Slamet, Jeng..."

"You Miss Slamet kek, the wife of the cake president, no one has the right to regulate my life."

"He came with Bu Asih, the child and girl protection service and Ani, the child you read from his father when the day."

"What?!"

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