8 To 4: The Mayor's Contract Wife

Confidant

When the hero was about to open the door of his room, Abdi came in to give a report.

“Good Morning, Sir, report! Today the stands available in the tourist market are already filled. The number of visitors also almost met the target. Although the flow of trade has not reached the expected figure, but this morning alone there have been many old residents who beg to be given a place in the tourist market.” Obviously Abdi was full of spirit.

“So how's their fate?” tanya Ajeng was curious.

“We were forced to ignore them because it was not possible to add another stand. It's also two days away. After all it is their own fault that left his stand empty for five days yesterday.”

“Hemm, no papa. Think of it as learning.”

“Oh yes, Sir. Regarding the anniversary of the dharma event, –“ Abdi deliberately hung his sentence to wait for approval from Wira.

“Continue!”

“Bu Manda has not confirmed the cancellation of Bu Governor as a seminar filler. Ms. Manda also proposed that female dharma members start attending the office to accompany their husbands while preparing for the event. He said to improve relationship harmony and work productivity. Here's the proposal.” Obviously Abdi at length.

Wira took the proposal offered by Abdi and handed it to Ajeng. “Please take care of this too!”

“Wah! This is the name of the exploit, Mas.”

The hero gave a cue with his hand for Abdi to leave his room.

“This is a very important event. So, just suggest the amount of compensation you want. I'll fill whatever you ask.”

“What about the dismissal of all employees at home?”

“Max you?”

“And I told you, I don't trust everyone who lives with us. They must be talking about us to outsiders, Mas.”

“Who? Bik Sumi? Abdi's? Mr Samsul?”

“People who know exactly that we slept in a room in Siliwangi and now separate rooms.”

“Abdi?!” ask Wira. “Ngga. I can't!”

“Why? Is he just your personal assistant? You can find someone else who is better and trustworthy.”

“Abdi is more than an aspri for me. He is like my own brother. We knew him long before I became mayor.”

“But not impossible if he can also cheatatin you someday right, Mas?”

“Jeng, you've gone too far! I knew Abdi and I knew he wouldn't do it. If he wanted to betray, he wouldn't have waited so long. Whatever your reason, I can't fire Abdi dot.”

“In that case, I also could not attend the seminar.”

“OK, fine.”

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That day Ajeng came to the Kalijaten market to review the real situation in the field. Just as described in the report about the largest vegetable market in the city of Carang Sewu, it, kalijaten Market is located on the main roadside of the city of Carang Sewu which is always crowded by road users, especially during rush hours.

In addition to the trader who ate almost half of the road, Kalijaten market position is also very vulnerable because it is close to the railway crossing. The new place provided by the city government through the Pasar Raya area company is also quite clean, organized and safe because it is located within the market area that is far from the railway and highway crossings.

But traders who have stalls outside the market or on the roadside refuse to move on the grounds that they will lose a lot of customers. So Ajeng started mapping out the groups of traders that he had to deal with first.

Dressed in casual clothes and flip-flops, Ajeng blusukan into the market, buying vegetables while chatting casually with traders.

“Bu, horrors when the day there clashed with satpol pp yah?” tanya Ajeng started the conversation.

“Oh yes? So no prior notice?”

“There's. But I don't want to be moved inside. Later my customer on blur.”

“Where to go, Mom? Would it be better if they bought it inside? Safer and does not make stuck.”

“Buyer will need fast, Neng. Why use entry if outside can be.”

“But if there is an accident how?”

“Ya that's fate her name.” Other traders' consent.

“Mom-mom, Mr Wali has often well explained the reason for this market relocation?” ask the teacher very carefully.

“Ngga. The only one who came here was his deputy. That mayor was arrogant. Want to move us like stuff and just dare to tell his men.”

“Iya. He never dared to come here. It's just asking the messengers. What are we? Is it because we're not officials that he doesn't want to meet us?”

“If Mr Wali comes here, do the traders want to move inside?”

“Depends. Is he able to convince us or just pretend to be able to enter the newspaper.”

“Iya really is.”

The chief bells heard the answers of the merchants.

“Alright, thanks for the vegetables. I'm sorry.”

Then suddenly a pickpocket followed Ajeng and pulled his bag. It was fortunate that Ajeng's bodyguards were on standby and instantly managed to bend the pickpocket easily.

“Ampun Sir! Forgive me!” the frozen pickpocket.

Ajeng was still shocked as it turned out that a bodyguard was secretly following him all the way into the market. “You?! You were the one at that time, right?”

Ajeng remembered exactly that the man was the same man who helped him overcome the Fathers who had committed violence to his son on the side of the road some time ago.

“I'm Hardcore, Mom. Guards sent Mr. Wira to look after mom.”

“Please freelin!” pinta Ajeng's.

“Ngga can, Mom. He's almost put mom in danger. Must be taken to the police station.” Reject Rigid.

“Do Not Sir! Please don't take me to the police station. My son is sick and waiting for me at home.” Pinta the copet while crying and begging.

“If you know your child is sick, why nyopet?”

“I need money to treat my child. Already from the morning I was looking for a job as a pelvic floor. But none of the jobs I got.”

Ajeng gestured for his bodyguard to bring the man into the car.

“Neng, does he want to be taken to the police station?” ask one of the traders.

“Ngga. I wanted to visit her home to see her sick son. Excuse me.”

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