8 To 4: The Mayor's Contract Wife

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The Tourist Market Week ends in seven days as planned. The results of the evaluation showed that the participation rate and trade value it generated reached ninety percent of the targeted figure and was declared a major success in the history of the Wira government.

To release the report, the city government held a press conference in the multipurpose hall on the first floor. That morning, dozens of journalists came to cover and listen to the story behind the success of the tourist market event which was planned to be used as an annual routine agenda.

Rega was accompanied by the head of the cooperative and MSME service, the head of the Trade and Tourism Office, as well as the head of the City Community Empowerment department were ready to occupy their respective positions. Then according to the scheduled time, Wira came and joined his staff to give a little welcome.

But in reality, the hero is only given time to say opening greetings, thanks and closing greetings. The rest were taken over by Rega. Same with the question and answer session. Rega answered all the questions alone as if he knew everything about the event.

Yang Ajeng did not understand instead of stopping Rega, Wira instead left his seat politely without the slightest action of resistance. As if it was not enough to make Ajeng furious to watch the plot twist scene that day, the reporters also did not lose presumptuous to ask the reason behind Rega's success in the success of the event as if to claim and believe that Regalah is the mastermind behind the success of the tourist market. And suddenly Ajeng's assessment of Rega turned around instantly.

Feeling bored with all the nonsense in the multipurpose room, Ajeng chose to go out and look for the existence of the Hero. But he couldn't find the man anywhere.

“Pak, did you see where Mr Wali went?” ask Ajeng to one of the servants who happened to cross paths with him.

“Pak Guardians has departed, Bu.”

“Depart? Where?”

“Ke Suka Forward Village. Said you want to inaugurate the opening of TK there.”

‘Can-can he keep working in this kind of situation.’ Mumbled in the heart.

Ajeng headed to his service car and asked the driver to drive him to Suka Maju Village where Wira was located.

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After taking approximately fifty minutes through winding roads and steep rocks, Ajeng finally arrived at a remote village called Suka Maju. From the condition of the road, houses and vehicles that pass by, Ajeng can already conclude how the condition of the community there.

From the parking lot, Ajeng had to walk about half a kilo through a rocky path to get to the Kindergarten to be inaugurated by Wira. Not understanding the condition of the road, Ajeng who was wearing high heels that day was forced to endure pain due to his feet being scuffed here and there.

“Ajeng?” wira asked in shock when she saw the girl was suddenly already there. “Ngapain you here?”

“Ikut inauguration.” Ajeng replied while panting.

Wira smiled then welcomed Ajeng and invited him to sit in the chair that had been provided. He also asked the committee to replace the sweet iced tea they served to Ajeng, with ordinary mineral water aka not cold.

Time Wira giving welcome arrived. Residents are very enthusiastic to listen to what Wira will say as if it is the incarnation of the cleric who deserves to be heard. All present sat quietly and solemnly listening to the words of the Hero, answering his every question, asserting his every statement and laughing at every joke he made.

He also received a boisterous applause when he thanked Ajeng and introduced him as his wife. The man with a sharp nose also received a very lively applause and a warm welcome when he finished his speech. Very contrary to what happened in the hall earlier.

I don't know what Ajeng thinks. But although still upset with the attitude of the Hero about Abdi, but he felt very happy and proud when Wira mentioned his name in his speech earlier. He touched her warm cheeks and tried hard to hold back his smile that kept forcing him to expand.

The committee then invited the two to enjoy the dishes that had been prepared. Residents even bring souvenirs in the form of crops such as plants, vegetables and coconuts. There are also those who give some of the surviving ducks and mentok to Ajeng and Wira.

Residents were very happy with the kindness and generosity of the mayor, they even prayed that the President would be re-elected as mayor again in the next election. Which of course immediately rejected Ajeng who did not want to linger to be his contract wife Wira.

“It's three o'clock. Let's go home!” ask Ajeng suddenly.

“What's wrong, Mom? How do you rush home?” ask the village chief Suka Maju.

“It so happens that at four we have another event, Sir.” Tukas Wira who does not want anyone else to know that Ajeng's working hours will soon run out.

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Ajeng came home by driving the same car as Wira and Abdi.

“Why hold a press conference and even come to a place rich in gini?” tanya Ajeng when the car they were riding across the road a wooden bridge that divides the steep river that borders Suka Maju Village with Suka Pura Village.

“Isn't it better to do more important things than just sit sweet and be a fun clown to watch?” said Wira while reaching for the medicine box stored in the dashboard drawer.

“Maksut me why Mas Wira even diem? It's clear that everything Mr. Rega is right. But why not deny it? This is the same as fooling the public his name.” Cerocos Ajeng without semicolon.

“Because I most do not like to do things in vain.” Wira answered lightly while opening Ajeng's shoes and sticking plaster on his scuffed feet.

Although shocked by the attitude of the Hero, Ajeng acted unconcerned and continued to launch his scolding to Wira. “Always so rich. Mas Wira tuh always ajerehin all things and assume all things are in vain. Mas Wira did not think what if in the future the consequences could be worse than Mas Wira could imagine now?”

The hero glanced at his watch. “Hour four o'clock. Can we talk about something else?”

“Au ah's. Ngeselin!” Ajeng threw away his face and pretended to sleep in order to avoid arguing with the Hero.

“Abdi, we stopped by Mr Camat's house for a moment huh? All reviewing the progress of the bridge construction.” The order of the Hero to Abdi.

“Ngga! Work hours are up so it's time to go home.” Reject Ajeng ketus.

“Where Sir? So stopping by?”

“You dropped me off in front of the sub-district office. Keep taking Bu Ajeng home. Later after that you pick me up again here.”

“Good Sir.”

Ajeng is increasingly upset because Wira still wants to do petty jobs that are not exposed and appreciated by others, even outside of work hours. But he was too lazy to argue. So he chose to remain silent and let the Hero do everything he wanted at will as long as it did not interrupt his working hours.

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