8 To 4: The Mayor's Contract Wife
Contractual Marriage
That afternoon they arrived at the official house of Wira which was a few hundred meters from the town hall where Wira worked. The house is a classic joglo style of size is quite large with a spacious terrace with comfortable and beautiful wooden poles. When entering the house, it looks a variety of living flower decorations neatly arranged in all corners of the room. Tables and chairs are also neatly arranged like a house that wants to hold a celebration.
“Good afternoon, Mr Wira! Welcome to.” Welcome Bik Sumi, one of the servants at the official house of Wira. “Who's this, Sir?”
Wira is confused how to explain about Ajeng to them. “My wife candidate.”
Bik Sumi immediately closed her gaping mouth with her hands. “Wife candidates, sir? So who wants to marry Mr Wira?”
“Have not asked much! Just take her to the guest room.”
“Good, Sir! Please, Bu!”
“Oh yes, Bi. How are the preparations?” ask the hero again.
“Already, Sir. Everything is in order and pak penghulu will come later tonight.”
“Good.”
“Wait!” Ajeng Protest.
“Bi, please leave us for a moment!” decalogue.
“Are we getting married tonight? Why the hell should you hurry? We just got to.”
Hero nodded. “You can't see that we're in a small town. Last night you stayed here, tomorrow morning gossip about you will spread directly to all corners of the city.”
“Ha-ha-ha.. Are you that good? To the extent that people care about your personal affairs?” cibir Ajeng's.
“Whatever you want to say. If you have a better choice, you can leave my house now.” The woman went out to her room.
“Definitely dictator!” rutuk Ajeng while entering the guest room.
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That night they held a simple wedding party for Ajeng and Wira. Ajeng is ready with white kebaya and Wira in his black suit.
“How, everything is ready?” ask Mr. Penghulu when Wira and Ajeng are sitting next to each other.
“Pak Wira is sure to marry Bu Ajeng?” whispered Abdi who sat behind the chair of Wira.
“Not you said you need the Mayor to attend women's darma?” reply successful heroes make Abdi wide.
He did not think that Wira was desperate to marry Ajeng who had only met for two days just to maintain his dignity and dignity as a man in the presence of his former wife and in-laws.
“Who is your name?” asked the Hero half-whispered to Ajeng.
“Diah Laksmita Rahajeng.”
“Your father's name?”
“Suryo Diningrat.”
The hero was silent for a moment. He felt very familiar with the name, but he was not sure that they were the same person. So he continued his efforts to memorize the name of Ajeng and his father.
The wedding procession runs smoothly witnessed by Abdi and all employees who work at the official house of Wira. One of the employees of the population and civil records service was also there and ready to record also booked his second marriage.
“How can I record a wedding without an identity card?” Bisik Ajeng to Wira.
“There is nothing a handsome and intelligent mayor like me can do.”
“More precisely, previlage.” Said Wira.
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(The day before Wira leaves for Siliwangi........).
“All meeting agendas have been rescheduled. While the invitation in Batang Hulu city will be attended by Pak Rega. Today's departure schedule has also been confirmed to the committee.” Abdi reported to Wira.
“Good. What about market relocation?”
“Report Sir! Mr. Rega ordered the delay as traders staged a massive demonstration against the relocation yesterday. Reportedly there is one injured, mothers who are currently still hospitalized.” Imbuh Abdi's.
The hero stopped reading and closed the file he wanted to sign with a long sigh. Realizing the disappointed reaction, Abdi hastily offered a solution.
“Do need we start to intervene and use our way, sir?”
“Don't be rash! Rega is waiting and watching us. Relocation is no big deal. We'll think of another solution while Rega delays it.”
“Good, Sir.”
A phone call came into Wira's phone.
“Ya Pa?”
“Wira, papa heard there were casualties from the market relocation clash yesterday. Why would something bad like that happen? You know that these are important years for papa?” omel Prabu, the father of the Hero.
“Wira knows, Pa. Wira will fix it soon.” The thirty-year-old man resigned.
“Don't make papa disappointed again with you!”
Phone connection disconnected.
Realizing he did not have much time that day, he resumed his work that had been delayed. At least, he had to clear up urgent matters before he left his job to attend an important meeting with potential foreign investors in the city of Siliwangi.
“Beres.” The hero finished his last signature and stood up and grabbed his jacket hanging on the wall. “Tap in five minutes! I will review the situation in the tourist market briefly.”
“Sorry, Sir. Solved it –“
“Failed too?” guess the hero when you see the expression of Abdi's face.
“Report, Sir. Today is the first day and the opening process is going according to plan. Only, the number of participating merchants was only three out of fifty listed. And one of them is the clothing stand owned by Bu Manda which dominates the main part of the venue.”
“What?! Why is Bu Wawali's stand there? That's a stand for built MSMEs?”
“Bu Manda said it's a pity that the place is not used even though it has paid expensive rent.”
“But we rented the place for the citizens, not him.” Wira was upset.
The hero threw his jacket, sat back on the sofa and exhaled a rough breath. And without waiting for orders, Abdi rushed away to get a drink before his boss exploded and destroyed the entire room.
As someone who has already been elected as mayor, he just wants to help and give the best to his citizens. He deliberately made a tourist market weekend event that will be held a full week near the city square so that small traders and MSMEs can move to grow and develop under the guidance of the city's cooperative service. It provides fifty free booths for built traders to increase sales turnover and expand their market.
But after what he prepared hard-earned, there were still not many citizens who wanted to support and believe it. The traders who are usually very enthusiastic when there is such an event, suddenly slammed and do not want to participate just because they know that Wiralah the initiator, not Rega, is, the vice mayor they always flattered and were proud of.
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