BEHIND EMOTICONS LOVE 1515 (END OF LOVE STORIES)
EPS 131 (NO) SURE WIN

EPS 131 (NO) SURE WIN

The hidden one cannot be seen. Can you feel it? Ilove you. For so long trying to reach your heart, never tired of putting you in my heart. But time does not permit me. Now everything is gone, flying with the wind. It is a hope I cannot have.

The handover process of Subrata's latest Megapolitan Intercorp documents to the new owner, Marcon Allpanigard. Susan See as a legal counsel examined all the documents it heard carefully. Assisted by several staff including Fitri Ray. But something feels awkward. Documents about the Kethileng hilly region as part of the ownership of the Megapolitan Intercorp were not found.

“What does this all mean?” ask Marcon growling.

His eyes were staring at Pramono. The middle-aged man who was still a parente only shrugged his shoulders. His face also looks worried. Everything seems to be not easy. And he believes this is all part of Subrata's game. A high-level game that can only be done by people who have above average brain capacity.

“Quiet Marcon. This must have been planned,” said Pramono.

Marcon scrunched his forehead.

“What? You mean this is all a trap?”

Pramono nodded his head.

“And Subrata is behind all this?”

Marcon tried to. From the high tone of his voice it is clear that his emotions are creeping up to his crown. Pramono nodded his head once again, affirming that this was the familiar Subrata business game model. And Marcon's anger reached its peak.

‘Shelf!”

His burly hands kicked the table in front of him. His voice echoed filled that magnificent office room. Some of the sataf who were working instantly fell silent in fear. It was only the first time they saw their handsome new boss let out his anger. All shudder in horror. Only Susan who looked calm walked over to the young man.

“Quiet Marcon. Don't make people here fear you,”.

He looked at that handsome face full of emotions deeply. Marcon snorted loudly, throwing his rough breath.

“Damn!” only that harsh expression came out of his lips.

“In the map of the Megapolitan region that we received two months ago, it is clear that the two hundred thousand square kilometers of the kethileng hills are ours. And that's the official document issued by the Indonesian government,” Susan said

Spontaneous Marcon and Pramono looked at Susan.

“The document can be made as a basis for claims on the hills of Kethileng, although in the document that now does not exist,” continued Susan again.

Hearing Susan's words, Marcon's anger instantly subsided. There was a sense of relief that read from his facial line. For a moment he was silent while nodding his head. Then turned to look at Pramono while smiling cynically.

“Hm, time you will feel your defeat Subrata, hehehe.

Pramono also smiled while nodding his head. Although he is not sure they can beat his slick former boss.

“What do you think Pramono?” ask Marcon.

“Stay calm Marcon, don't overdo it. It could hurt us,” said Pramono.

“I agree,” timpal Susan.

“I will contact my person at the Department of Home Affairs to confirm the ownership documents of Megapolitan Intercorp over the hills of Kethileng. After that I will fight alone with Subrata,” continued Pramono.

Susan looked at Pramono's face. It was only the first time since knowing him that he saw Pramono's face slightly agitated like a loss of confidence. But he can understand it. Pramono is the one who knows the most about Subrata. And he also knows, beating someone as strong as Subrata is impossible for a little thug like Marcon Allpanigard. So he himself will intervene, even though he is not sure he will win.

***

Marcon grabbed the phone that was on his desk. A subrata? his inner. His eyes immediately rounded perfectly, his face was so enthusiastic about returning a call from his business enemy. While Susan and Pramono only pay close attention to it.

“Halo Subrata. How is your life today?”

“Halo Marcon's. Thank God, I'm fine.”

“What did you contact me? You don't miss me, do you?”

There was the sound of Subrata's cold laughter.

“I just wanted to congratulate you. Hopefully you can develop Megapolitan into an even greater international residential center.”

Marcon smiled cynically.

“I don't need your foul talk it's Subrata. Your game I can already read, and I will beat you easily.”

“What game is Marcon? I am a businessman who always upholds honesty and always obeys the rules. You know me well, don't you?”

Marcon was silent for a moment. Subrata is known as an entrepreneur who is integrity, honest, courageous, disciplined and trustworthy. In addition, he is known to be tough, slippery and not easily defeated. But that was when he was with Pramono. Now his confidant has even worked for him.

“Then what cunning would you like to show by not handing over the documents of the hills of Kethileng?” ask Marcon.

“Oh, that's what's bothering you. I guessed it, hehehe..” Subrata said.

Hearing the sound of Subrata's laughter being so calm and cold, Marcon's anger re-emerged.

“Don't be too confident Subrata. Remember I promised to beat you. And I always keep my word.”

“OK. I always believed in you, Marcon. But may I explain a little the status of the hills of Kethileng?”

“Of course Subrata, just tell me everything. I have a lot of time.”

Then Subrata tells it all. From the beginning of the establishment of Megapolitan to the status of the hill Kethileng. Until about a year ago he found abundant content of gold seeds along the hills. But he just reported it to the Indonesian government two months ago. Until finally the ownership documents were revoked.

“What?”

Marcon's face was shocked.

“What is the reason you reported it to the Government of Indonesia? You can mine it yourself without them knowing, right?”

“No Marcon. That violates the constitution.”

Marcon's face was shocked.

“Constitution?”

“Ya, in the Indonesian Basic Law mentioned that the earth, water and its contents are state property. Private can not have it.”

“So.. ?”

“So I handed it to the government of Indonesia.”

The deg! Marcon's heart seemed to be collapsing, breaking into pieces. His hope of mining the golden seeds was lost. He almost threw his phone, but he remembered Pramono's words to keep him calm. Remember Marcon, this is a trap, his heart said. He must not believe in the words of Subrata.

“OK!” marcon said with an forced smile. “Thanks for the information, Subrata. Turns out you're not as bad as I thought.”

Hehe, his mouth is flattering but his heart is down. He had to familiarize himself with the high-level play of the world's businessmen. Maintain emotional stability, stay calm and not overdo it.

“Sama-sama Marcon's. Happy working again. I am sure Megapolitan will be the largest property company in the world as long as it is in your hands,” Subrata said, saying goodbye.

Subrata shut down her phone. Marcon clenched his hand. Fortunately, there was no one in front of him. Otherwise he could be the target of his anger. The business world is cruel. Full of intrigue and gimmicks. And he must always mature himself. He knew now, facing a businessman of Subrata's class, he had to have enough supplies.

So that he can be sure of winning the battle.