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Twice the sound of the iron clatter of electric poles faintly heard in the silence, when hit by the night watchman. The crowding of the chicken and the cries of crickets were deserted by a rain of rain on the tin roof of the house of residents of Jalan Gedang, Bengkulu City.

Occasionally from a distance there was also the shouting of people through the mosque toa whether it was a musholah, inviting Muslims to wake up sahur. Maybe a lot of people are bothered to hear a voice in a third of a night, when it rains.

Not so disturbing that Cikben felt. He seemed to be busy stifling some of his philosophical book literature. I do not know what was sought and studied. It's just that on the right side of the table looks a dull piece of paper that says: "The Mayor with a Pound of Prices".



In the spirit of preoccupation, the sound of the binary's voice snapped from inside the booth with a loud, hoarse voice.

"Sir, why haven't you slept yet? It's almost this dawn! "
Slightly lazy to answer, Cikben stood close to the curtain divider. "I just slept first, you still have something to think about," he said in a slightly whispered voice and immediately returned to the pile of books on the table.

Tonight there was no puff of cigarette smoke, the aroma of coffee smelled apart from half a glass of boiled water yesterday evening. A little breath, heard out from inside the stomach, a sign that the body demands that its rights have not been fulfilled since the afternoon, apart from a mixture of water.

Cikben had a chance to stand up while leaning on a rattan chair which was a ruin inheritance from his parents' inheritance. From the top of the house's ridge, there were two lizards running here and there chasing a mongrel who was reluctant to land on the wooden connection of the house's ridge. The lizard business is vanished, when Laron manages to fly out of the house.

The failure to hunt down the prey did not seem to have caused the two lizards to break up or not remain silent. One lizard instead chases one other lizard and invites him to mate. Of course struggles occur with a bit of chaos, as usual in chatting.

"Is this inspiration? So what is the relationship between the lizard events and the theme, "The Mayor with a Price?" Fikir Cikben again turned back the literature of his book. "Ah ... Why is it related to the lizard story? Complaints in the heart.

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"Assalamualaikum". The sound of greeting with a knock that had made a shock worried.
"Wa'alaikumsalam, who is it?"

When peered through the window, it turned out that it was a greeting from a night watchman who stopped by, seeing the lamp in the living room of the Cikben house still bright. Finally, Mang Aris, the name of the night watchman, was welcome to enter. the conversation before the dawn continues with discussion.

Although only a night watchman, Mang Aris, a former senior party cadre who had stopped his party activities, had never run for board members. Usually, the cost for that is not there. He had suggested that if he was a night watchman for public security, it would be more real and tasty to eat the results of his salary without being straightforward.

Cikben explained what he was thinking tonight, in fact it had long upset his mind.

"There are three that I have not been able to explain, Mang. First, why every time you want to become a candidate for mayor, we must make a lot of money. What two mayors should we choose? Then the weight of seedlings as said by the parents can still be applied? "



Hearing that, Mang Aris was not thinking, instead he chuckled until he broke the night and built Cikben chant, which after he knew the guest was Mang Aris, he returned to enter the room again rolling over to wait for the meal before he arrived.

"If I give an opinion, Cik ... But I apologize before, actually it's a question for elementary school children, but it must be answered by scholars. Easy question, but difficult to describe it ".
"What do you mean?" Asked Cikben looking confused.

With the style of a former senior politician, it appears Mang Aris is smoking cigarettes nipah leaves deeply. Of course, when the smoke was exhaled, Cikben looked a little back from his chair, afraid that the aroma of the leaf rocket made him jolt.

With the style of diplomacy of a difficult-style politician, Mang Aris tried to explain according to what he knew in politics and democracy.
"Money in politics is a reality that is difficult to tackle. Money is important for taste buddies. If money in democracy is not real. Money is only used for copyright. The question is, where is it going? The answer is that if democracy in politics is in agreement and in line, then there will be it ".

Teranguk-anguk and only once shook Cikben's head to hear Mang Aris talking.

"What was the second one?"
"What kind of mayor is it that we should choose Mang?"
"Oo that ...". Mang Aris looked silent for a moment while staring at the nipah leaf cigarettes which began to shorten. Slightly sighed, Mang Aris from Tangerang, Banten, poured a glass of water in a kettle on the table.

The Mayor clearly explained that Mang Aris was a leader in the city administration, as well as a state administrator. If you want to be a leader there are terms and categories if you were in the past.

"The question is, how do you want to be a leader of many communities, while in a small office we cannot. In the family alone we cannot lead a child? Ha ha ha ha…".
"Aih ... Mamang can do it. If so, just look for the female leader, hik hik ... ", joked Cikben, who was ignored by the former cadre of the political party.
"If I have an opinion from Cik, maybe Cik agrees, look for the mayor or leader who has charismatic figures. A poet said, look like a horse steward. The stem first enters the horse's new water ".
"What do you mean?"
"Already Cik, tomorrow we will connect again. I want to go to the patrol post first, after a long time leaving the post ", said Mang Aris, standing up and leaving.

After saying goodbye to the former party cadre who now chose to be the night watchman, Cikben returned to struggling with his book, looking for the idol figure of the Mayor.

On the middle page of the book sheet, Cik seemed to stop for a moment, while reading the text: "We realize that it is impossible for us to get an ideal, perfect leader, because perfection lies in its shortcomings"
While under the article, it is stated, if the person is a leader, it is like a photocopy of his father's mother. "Bamboo shoots don't grow far from bamboo. For parent mothers, there is a high probability that children will run away. It is impossible for crooked wood to create a straight line. "

Shouts of the time for sahur were increasingly crowded. While heart and mind is sad, it's not over. Until finally remembered the study of the great Ulama Hamka first.

Remember the story of a poor person named Thalut. He was chosen to be a leader not because of his wealth, but because of his broad thinking, healthy body, and extensive knowledge.

"What time is it ... Sir?" Called his bin from the booth.
"It's almost half four".
There was a throbbing thud. Apparently Ms. Cik was shocked, because she had not prepared vegetables.
"Wow ... I forgot to cook rice", he shouted as he rushed to the kitchen. Cikben did not like to abandon his family. He seemed to continue to read the story of three kings, at the time of the King of the Umayyads.

First mention of King Sulaiman bin Abdul Malik. The rich king likes to eat. All kinds of food are brought to the palace. As a result the community is also affected by the king's character. Solomon finally died of glut.

Secondly, King Hisam bin Abdul Malik. The figure of Raja who likes to change clothes. In one day, Raja can change his clothes model 4 to 5 times a day. Next is King Umar bin Abdul Aziis. This is a simple King figure, not thinking of wealth.

At the end of the story, the life of these three leaders gave results for his success. After no longer in power, death, the descendants of the two kings above seemed to be poor people. Become a beggar and give disgrace to his family. Whereas the descendants of Umar were busy dividing zakat, bringing their wealth to the poor. Because Umar left his knowledge to his children and learning for his community.

"This is probably called the parent curricula, it is very likely that the child will run away" thought Cikben, who finally snapped shut his book, when the meal was over, it was available at the pandanus mat on the ground floor.
"Stop sir, we are sahur first," invite the binary.