A Unique Path Become CRAZY RICH's
7. Razia Fruit Market

"Can I split it up Arya mas?."

"May, but do BPOM members want that?."

Mas Arya questioned my leadership in this matter. Fortunately, BPOM members allow.

Watermelon on the sides and we found a watermelon with a very thick red color.

"Where did you get this watermelon?." Ask a BPOM member.

"I planted it myself."

That's a lie because Melinda told me that nobody grows watermelons but herself here. I just used that excuse to attack him.

"Don't lie to Arya, I work in a orchard and my boss says no one cultivates watermelons but her. So it's obvious you got this fruit from the supplier."

"Daddy never went to school?, I planted it outside the city." Reply to Arya.

"Enough enough!, let us decide. Mr. Arya, I was found selling watermelon with artificial dye. This time we give a warning if we get another report then we are forced to close the father's shop and politicize the father. And the production site and the father's watermelon garden we'll investigate."

"Well sir, I promise to throw away all the watermelon that was added with artificial coloring."

I'm not satisfied with this one. But let it be for a start, after all my end goal is not to eliminate all traders here. My goal is to establish a relationship with BPOM.

We went to the fruit shop next door.

About 2 hours BPOM and I conducted a raid, and only 2 stalls were not caught cheating. This situation makes BPOM members confused. Their confusion I can understand. Imagine a place that has been considered hygienic and trusted to provide fresh fruits for residents of the lower middle to lower middle turns fruits that they sell far from the word fresh.

How heartbroken the people who have shopped here.

Thanks to the raid also my ability to be known by members of BPOM. And they'll call me soon.

"Sir Hasan, I just met the first time with a unique ability like a father. If you'd like to come to the BPOM office tomorrow."

My lips grinned.

"I have to ask my boss's permission first sir. If allowed I can come." I can't give you any certainty at this time.

"alright. Here's my phone number. I hope you can come to the BPOM office within 3 days. Because I'll only be in the office for the next 3 days." Said Naryono's father, which made me wonder who he really was. What is his position in the office of BPOM.

Thanks to this raid also my story became spread in the office of BPOM.

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When I got home, Mom and Dad were worried. I explained to my mother that I was 30 years old and that I was good at martial arts.

"But you have to work tomorrow and you're sick. Don't wander through the middle of the night like this."

Unknowingly I've been working until 11 p.m. I finally apologized and decided to tell you what happened today tomorrow. The pain in my chest would be crashing if I didn't rest right away.

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I'm asking for permission to take a day off to Melinda's mom.

"I do not receive leave if for mas only want to laziness. Yesterday I passed by the house mas and it turns out that there is no house." Papar mbak Melinda's.

Mom and Dad didn't tell me that the boss came to my house. I'm a little upset with mom and dad. Maybe they forgot to tell me.

"Actually I want to go to the BPOM office today. If I can't today I can leave tomorrow or the day after, depending on when I can't."

Melinda's mom finally allowed me time off tomorrow.

I also immediately made an appointment with Mr. Naryono tomorrow morning.

Long story short the next day I went to the BPOM office to meet Mr. Naryono.

"Please get through here, sir. Mr. Naryono you're looking for is in the supervisory office."

I wonder why the administrative officer is always a woman?.

Actually I was a bit embarrassed to come in here, because the clothes I was wearing really reflected the social status of the lower classes.

"Excuse me, is Mr Naryono here?."

Mr. Naryono who was sitting at the end of the room waved at me.

With a slow walk and a bent body I passed by office people who worked in front of the computer. A sense of insecurity enveloped me that seemed conspicuous among people dressed the same.

"Why is your path so slow?. Last night you walked very fast."

Another officer who came yesterday with Mr. Naryono patted my shoulder. His name is Mulyadi.

"It's so hard here sir, people like me who often work alone are not used to this place." My answer is asalan.

"You mean here stinks of sweat?. Sit down there!."

Mr. Mulyadi pushed to speed up my pace. Then sit me in the front seat of Mr. Naryono.

Mr. Naryono promised me a job at the BPOM office, of course if I passed the test provided.

The test is a written test that does not refer to science but to oneself, similar to filling in a self-biodata. This must be because I told you the fruit expert yesterday.

With prayer, I calmly passed the test.

Then continued with a question and answer session between me, Mr. Naryono, and Mr. Mulyadi.

They asked me if I had a steady job. I said 'no'. This question is also on the paper.

During that question and answer session I kept muttering in my heart. If my guess is correct they'll offer me a position in that office. It has to be like that.

I worked hard last night. My heart beats fast every time my chosen fruit is cut open. Afraid my smell was wrong and people lost faith in me. But that didn't happen last night.

There's no reason to worry.

Then the sentence I was waiting for came.

"Sir Hasan we were amazed by the expertise of the father to distinguish the fruit last night. If you want to stop working as a farmer, you can work here starting next week as part of our field division with us. How's it?."

"Depends on how much I pay each month?."

"The basic salary of 1 million plus meal money, it's the standard of new employees if the father of his work diligently salary can rise to 2.5 million, and can still be higher depending on the position of the father later."

The nominal is larger and the status is more respected than the farmer. But this job would be difficult if I wasn't on the field. To make sure I stay on the pitch I have to show my best performance. Train this nose until it can smell the poison in the medicine.

"I want to work here!. How do I sign up?."

Mr. Naryono smiled and then told me how.

"Because I'm busy so you do it yourself. Just follow the tutorial on the link I sent you and write down what your advantages are in this field." Mr. Naryono gave a thumbs up.

I went home and filled out the link provided.

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At night came an email from a user subpkjsbpom@gmail.com.

I got accepted to work at BPOM and could start in 2 days.

My heart was so happy that the sore chest did not become an obstacle.

"May Melinda not hate me."

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