CEO THUGS
Have Fun Before (2)
Hilda's busy schedule had to be loosened to attend the pre-campaign event of Gaus Tanoesoeroyo. He has promised to come as a sponsor and recommendation. The political world is rife with scandal. However, if the manager of social organizations does not participate in the political sphere, of course his business will be half way.
Hilda understood that politics can be like a knife. On the one hand, it can function as a means of attack, on the other hand, the knife can also injure it. For that, Hilda was always careful in stepping. This time, Hilda hopes, the Tanoesoeroyo family can keep their promise after sitting in the seat of the ruler.
No doubt the pre-campaign night has arrived. Hilda visits the Harrison Hotel with Romy to attend a party hosted by Gaus. This event was the starting point for Gaus to campaign among the top, before plunging into markets and narrow alleys reserved for the lower class.
"Your name is?" ask the receptionist who handles the invited guests.
"Hilda Tang," Hilda answered elegantly.
"Please, have a seat" the receptionist politely said. He thought Hilda was a guest from abroad because of her tall stature with blonde hair.
"Alright, everyone, please pay attention," MC's voice boomed on a small stage prepared by the campaign committee. The multipurpose room of the hotel is quite spacious, transformed into a joyous stage by the Gaus winning team. Music and dance accompanies a warm night. A television crew was also invited. They were enjoying a snack while occasionally shooting cameras towards the stage. Hilda tried to find the owner of the show, but she had not found it yet.
"Please welcome's. Mr. Gaus Tanoesoeroyo. Our favorite jakbar mayor candidate all, applause!!"
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The sound of applause was heard, mostly from the winning team volunteers who were in the front row seats. They appear to wear a blue white uniform that reads 'Partai Harapan Bangsa' with a hat with a mascot No.1 according to the number of Gaus in the Election.
"Tests.. Tests.. Ahem. Good night, dear friends. Thank you for being on this show. Today I will declare myself AS THE MAYOR CANDIDATE OF JAKBAR! Please support yes, colleagues all. "he said with a firm hand waving as if it had been choreographed before.
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"GIRLY, NO. 1"
"GIRLY, NO. 1"
"GIRLY, NO. 1"
The cheers of Gaus supporters echoed throughout the building. Hilda clapped her hand. Romy seemed to enjoy a very fragrant and diverse serving of alcohol. The party was festive without obstacles and closed with jell-yel winning and introducing from the sponsors. Tomorrow is the effective day of the campaign. Gaus will start targeting traditional markets to captivate his would-be voters.
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The traditional market is very crowded. Velly was first here. It looks like he got the wrong costume. Gaus did not give details of his campaign agenda and instead chose the market as his first visit.
"Well, why didn't you tell me we were going to the market? where do I use these high heels!" says annoyed.
"Well, what are you doing with high heels? Even if you do not go to the market, is it not tired if you come all day using it?" sahut Gaus without guilt.
"Who said he wanted to come with you all day? People just want the photos and uploading doang, really. So I went shopping, right. I'm still wearing that shirt,"
"Hhhh.... You are yes. Patience with dong. Pretending to be a good mistress can't be?" this time Gaus' voice was a little high.
"Eh, Dad! Don't make any hurry! If you need a housewife, rent it there. Who made you into a gini? Without dong!" cetus Velly does not want to lose.
Gaus was silent and could not answer. Even though his wife is not loyal as he is, but his tactile ability is above average. Velly did inherit a cunning trait like a fox that belonged to his mother.
"Yes, sorry... Yeudah you buy sandals there, right there," Gaus stroked his wife's hand. Velly snorted in annoyance and walked towards the shoe store that was in the corner of the alley.
"Eh! That's Mr Gaus!! Come there!"
A street journalist was seen running towards Gaus and his team who were handing out leaflets 'Coblos No. 1!' to visitors and traders in the market. Although the atmosphere was very hot and dense, Gaus did not appear exhausted. He is acting hard and showing a leader who protects his citizens. In fact, in his lifetime, Gaus never went to the traditional market. His mother didn't even know the market existed. He always buys things online and gets in front of the house without having to bother around.
"Sir.. Mr Gaus!" call the reporter with a breath of terror.
"Oh yeah. Hello everyone!" gaus answered cheerfully. This is a chance to get in front of reporters.
"certain.. Sure do... Go ahead. What do you want to ask?"
"Sir, what do you think about this market relocation conflict, sir? Again rame," asked the journalist who was polling to the field. Incidentally, the editor-in-chief sent him to find news about the process of relocation of Tanah Merah traders who were chaotic and resulted in Jakarta traffic was always jammed. Many sectors were disrupted, so there were rumors of relocation in order to break down congestion, however, rejected by traders.
"Gee. If that's the case," Gaus seemed to think for a moment. The head of the campaign whispered something towards him, he then cleared his throat, and replied.
"Ehem... That's it, I agreed to relocation. So Jakarta is more road friendly, right?" he said confidently.
Suddenly, a rotten tomato slid towards his face that was highlighted by the TV camera.
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"Relocation, mistress!! We wes ndek here from the free era kok want to be moved!! Oh, I don't want to!!"
A woman looked angrily snarled at the comments Gaus was being interviewed. The woman was the owner of a vegetable stall across from Gaus.
"Eh! Ma!!! Don't worry about you!" Velly didn't accept the woman's treatment. He who just finished buying shoes and immediately ran towards the vegetable seller woman. Velly had already done a stint to grab the woman's hair, however, it was soon broken by Gaus.
"It's been... It's been.. Sorry, Madam. I misspoke.. Yes, yes, if I become mayor, I will build a highway overpass, let it not be jammed!"
Gaus' response was immediately accompanied by a standing ovation from market traders. The tomato-throwing woman did not look angry and tidied up her almost sagging skewer.
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"GIRLY, NO. 1"
"GIRLY, NO. 1"
"GIRLY, NO. 1"
The volunteers did not miss this momentum and immediately raised their yel-yel. Gaus raised his clenched hand and then waved. Velly did not take a woman who had been rude to her husband. He is now at Gaus' side and is throwing kisses into the air.
"GIRLY, NO. 1"
"GIRLY, NO. 1"
"GIRLY, NO. 1"
The first day of campaigning went well. Until someone picks up something unexpected,
"Don't vote for corruptors!"
Gaus and his team were shocked to be in disbelief. Why are there such provocateurs at their campaign events? Just now Gaus was about to order his bodyguards to take care of the brat, however, other screeches sounded from all directions.
"Don't vote for corruptors!"
"Don't vote for corruptors!"
"Don't vote for corruptors!"
Gaus withdrew his order. The reporter who was there suddenly checked his smartphone. The head of the campaign looked pale, he then showed something from his phone to Gaus. They all clamped down without a sound.
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