500 Million Men
Chapter 39. Fired up!

Fury arrived at the office. Some co-workers questioned him because he didn't go to work yesterday. Added again with the condition of Fahri's face that is a little sad. The black circles in his eye area were so clear.

"Didn't you come in yesterday because you were sick?" ask one of Fahri's co-workers while in the elevator.

Fahri just shook his head chiming in on the question, which I don't know how many times people ask him.

"You have a black ring around your eyes. I thought you were sick" said the man. Fahri just smiled while holding his eyes around.

Shortly after, the elevator doors opened. Fahri stepped first to get out of the narrow room.

"It seems, questioning him was a big mistake for me. He was like a mute person, not answering a word to my question earlier," the man growled. He got out of the elevator and went to his desk.

Fahri walked to his desk. He found a stack of documents on the table. Even when he did not go to work, none of his friends did his job even if it was just a little.

Sometimes, Fahri is the one who does the task that should be given to others. Fahri tried to take his breath, then exhaled slowly.

Fahri sits himself in a chair. Scanned the stack of documents with his eyes. Even Fahri was confused, had to start everything from where first, because there were too many documents on his desk.

"Damn it!!" fahri Gumam slowly.

The co-worker who was next to him, just limited to the bulkhead, could hear Fahri swearing. The woman was quite surprised, as this was the first time she had heard Fahri speak harshly. During this time Fahri can only obey and obey whatever tasks are assigned to him.

Shortly after, the phone table on Fahri's desk rang. The man also raised the call.

"No, Sir. For that document, I will work on it immediately" Fahri told someone from across the phone.

"But I just came today, sir."

"All right."

Phone connection disconnected. Fahri lazily got up from his seat, then then looked for the documents requested by his superior.

Unfortunately, the document is among several other documents. He had to unpack the documents on it, to get the documents the man was looking for.

Fahri had not finished looking for the document, until some others fell scattered just like that. Again he got a call. Fahri tried to ease his emotions, then raised the call.

"Where? Is your work always slow like this?!"

Fahri closed his eyes, trying to contain his anger. "I'll take you to the Father's room immediately" he said.

"Hurry now!! I need it right away. After all, work is so slow that it makes me feel sick of seeing you" Indra said from across the phone.

After saying so, the phone connection was cut off again. Fahri tried to close his eyes while smiling.

He was fixated on a pile of documents that had been towering, now scattered on the floor because the pile was accidentally nudged by Fahri.

There, no one who just pleasantries want to help pick up the document. Everyone seems blind, a sense of humanity even to this day seems to have been destroyed.

Falky chose to let it go first. If he is busy picking up documents scattered, then it can be ascertained if the boss will call again.

The man walked into Indra's room. He knocked on the door for a moment, then opened the door.

Just now he raised his face, suddenly a pen was thrown just like that, hit his face.

Fahri approached while bowed. The man submitted the requested documents may his superior. Indra took the documents that were in Fahri's hands, pulling them very roughly.

The man opened the document, read it in a piece of the document. "You haven't finished it yet?" he stared with nanar.

"I've explained it before, sir. I just came, and I haven't worked on that document at all" Fahri explained.

Spontaneous documents are thrown and again about the face Fahri.

"You ... I fired!!" indra firmly. The man repeatedly said this, but Fahri always begged and knelt down not to fire him. In the end, Fahri returned to work even under a thousand pressures.

But this time it was a little different. After floating the word 'fired' to Fahri, the man no longer kneeled as usual. Fahri smiled as he looked at Indra.

"What?! You challenged me by laughing like that?!" exclamation Indra.

The man was about to slap Fahri in the face, but Fahri quickly fended him off. "Is the CCTV in this room dead?" asked Fahri while glancing at various angles, where the CCTV is located.

"I think it's true, so you behave arbitrarily," continued Fahri.

"It's so fucking rude of you!! Do you dare to fight me?" ask Indra.

"of course. I'm not your employee anymore, and I could just beat you up right now!!" ketus Fahri's.

"Oh, wait! Do you think that I will get back on my knees and ask to remain accepted here? Answer no! I'm fed up with office rules that deify superiors as if they were kings. And trampling on the self-esteem of his subordinates," said Fahri.

The man slightly threw Fahri's hand out of his check. "Thank you for firing me today. Hopefully, there is someone who can be my successor, used as you please."

After saying that sentence, Fahri came out of the room. Even the man slammed the door of his superior room slightly. Making Indra growl annoyed to see Fahri's behavior this time.

Fahri walked to his desk. He planned to take the briefcase that was still lying there. And some other equipment on his desk.

When Fahri arrived, the documents were still scattered on the floor. Fahri smiled obliquely, and then kicked the files until they were scattered.

Everyone stared at Fahri. Realizing the gaze from them, Fahri just screeched, then stepped on the files as if invisible.

"Hey!! What are you doing!! That's all important documents!" exclaimed one of the coworkers who saw Fahri's behavior.

"I'm sorry, I didn't see it" Fahri said.

"It is better to immediately collect the files before our superiors see it" said the fat man.

"Our theory? No, he's not my boss. Except your superiors. In that case, please just pick it up," said Fahri smiling meaningfully.

The man picked up the things that were on his desk, then left the place.

During this time, Fahri held all his emotions, working under pressure that made him look stressed. However, as much as possible he could bear in order to support the wife. No matter his pride, as long as the woman he loved could be happy and laugh, as if the burden on his shoulders evaporated just like that.

This time, Fahri does not want to try hard anymore to keep the job. He will soon be divorced from Sifa. Working in a department store was enough to support her alone.

Only, now what he thought was one thing. Working on the mission of Arumi, which is to become the husband of the rich woman.

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