8 To 4: The Mayor's Contract Wife

Tastes of Wanting to Know

Bara suddenly felt that his decision to come to Carang Sewu was a big mistake. He should never know what kind of life Ajeng lived for the past few months. Because it all does not make his heart calm, but instead more agitated and feel guilty.

“We go directly to the airport?” bargain Dimas after they get back in the car.

Bara. “We go to the mayor's office house only. We already know this much. Unfortunately if the story is incomplete.”

“Mas Bara sure?”

Dimas turned his car around and returned to the city center to the mayor's office house Carang Sewu.

As a person who is very familiar with the bureaucratic rules, Bara has arranged in such a way that his arrival to the mayor's official house looks like a regular official visit from the Ministry of Culture and Tourism.

Rega and Manda welcomed Bara very cheerfully. They invited high-ranking officials of Carang Sewu City to join in the welcome, also featuring local dances and other formal welcoming ceremonies to please Bara.

But on the contrary, Bara felt it made him feel uncomfortable because in fact he came there for personal reasons. So such a welcome is more likely to be a waste of operational costs than to appreciate guests.

After chatting with officials and his staff, Bara finally expressed his intention to stop overnight at the official house. And of course Manda and Rega immediately welcomed Bara's intentions.

In the evening, after the guests came home, Bara invited Rega to have a casual conversation on the terrace.

“What does Pak Rega know about Bu Ajeng?”

“Of course. He is a very nice person and we also took very good care of him during his stay here. Oh yes, if Mr. Bara meets with Mr. President, please tell him that I am the one who gave the very valuable information.”

“Information?”

“Iya, information about the whereabouts of Bu Ajeng. If it wasn't for me, they would probably be late to pick up Bu Ajeng. And with the condition of Bu Ajeng that night, we can imagine what might happen to Bu Ajeng if it was too late to get handling.”

“Ah. So you must be very meritorious for saving Bu Ajeng right?”

“Iya... That's how it is.”

‘So he's the one who caused all this mess? Basic licker!’ murmured in the heart.

“Oh yes, Mr. Rega. I am very interested in the living gate that is on the border of the city. Whose idea is it?”

“Of course my idea.” Sahut Manda who came from inside the house while carrying tea and snacks. “I thought about all those ideas and my husband realized them very well. Thanks to us, Carang Sewu won the adipura trophy for the first time.”

“Wah! I just found out that the mayor of Carang Sewu turned out to be very great and dedicated. Why choose bamboo? Though I saw at a glance not much bamboo found in this city. After all, it is not easy to care for a gate made of living materials in the long run."

"Well, I think that's because of price considerations. Bamboo is cheaper than permanent archway. Regarding long-term care, it is not a problem because the most important thing is that we have received the Adipuri award that we want." said Rega straightforwardly.

"Ah, as it seems...."

"If Mr. Minister knows how desperate we are to never make it to the semi-finals of the cleanest and most beautiful city, Mr. Minister would know why we chose that. Hehe... So, what are there roughly categories of awards that the central government can give to state officials like us?” ask Rega expectantly.

“I'm not sure.” Answer diplomatic Bara. “But if there is, I will inform you.”

“Thank you, Mr. Bara. You are young but you are already a minister. Bu Ajeng should have chosen a man like you to marry. Not a villain like Mr. Wira.” Manda Imbuh.

Bara only the mangosteen is not clear while sipping its tea.

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Ajeng had absolutely no idea what had happened to Wira this afternoon until he was so reluctant to receive a phone call from her. He also hated not daring to tell his real name to officers for fear of being caught and tapped.

“Alright, then I want to leave a message. Please take note and convey to Mr Wira!”

“Good. Please!”

Susi suddenly went in to snatch Ajeng's cell phone.

“Susi! It's got me.” Reject the rebellious.

“Sorry, Non. But you just called me and got angry because Non Ajeng played cell phone in the room. Not that you have said that Non Ajeng can not communicate with anyone before officially marrying Den Bara?”

“Bullshit! You just want to fight me here. You're afraid that people out there know that I exist. Aye right?”

“Sorry, Non, I excuse you.” Susi did not dare to answer Ajeng and hurriedly left with Ajeng's phone.

Ajeng threw away all the items on his desk violently. He also threw all his pillows and blankets in any direction. He was really angry that his own father was watching him even while he was inside his own room. Ajeng picked up a perfume bottle on the table and threw it at the cctv camera in the corner of his room. Unfortunately missed and made Ajeng even more angry.

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A prison officer came to Wira and handed a piece of paper to Wira. “There is a message for you.”

But Wira is still flinching. He slept curled up against the wall and behaved as if he had not heard anyone's words. He was really lazy to talk to anyone. His mind could think of nothing but Ajeng, his heart could feel nothing but the pain of losing Ajeng and his mouth could not say anything because of the pain he was suffering from.

“Woi! Download A*j*ng!” maki the officer to Wira because he felt ignored even though he was being kind to convey the message to Wira.

One of his friends took it from the officer. “Let me tell you. Thank you, Pak.”

The officer then went back to his place of vigil.

“Pak Guardians, please take this!”

The hero is still flinching.

“You want me to read?” ask Mr. Hasan. The man was a cellmate of Wira who was convicted of murdering someone.

Not getting an answer, Mr. Hasan dared to open the paper and read it. “All will be fine. Take care and I still believe that only our scales are the most correct.”

Wira immediately woke up and took the paper from Mr. Hasan's hands. He reread the contents with a racing heart as if he was talking to Ajeng who he had long missed.

‘Ajeng?’ muttered Wira who started to shed her tears profusely after successfully holding it back for so long.

“Pak! The Guardian no papa?” asked Mr. Hasan worried when he saw Wira sitting curled up while holding the paper and holding back his crying voice.

Although he had been living with Wira for a few days in the cell, it was the first time he had seen such a well-respected and loved person cry like a child.

Although he really wanted to scream so much, but the man still tried to hold his voice by drowning his face in the arms while curling up. And that makes him look even more apprehensive.

I don't know why, but Mr. Hasan can't bear to not be sad. He then took the blanket and covered it to the body and head of the Hero so that he could hide and cry as much as possible without worrying about making others worry about him again.

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