BEHIND EMOTICONS LOVE 1515 (END OF LOVE STORIES)
EPS 132 END OF TOGETHERNESS
EPS 132 END OF TOGETHERNESS
There's no point in us continuing down this road. In the midst of the complexity of our relationship. Because it's too hard for us to be together. My ego, my mind your mind, my imagination, never in line. Always confused. I'm going to your right to the left. I want to stop, you keep running. Chasing an uncertain dream. While I don't want to overdo it. Because my dream, it's you. Only you. Yes, ... enough you.
Susan See looked at Marcon's face with a worried face. He was worried that the man he secretly loved would lose control. Although the girl knows, Subrata's only goal is to shape Marcon's mentality and endurance. Because he knew the young man was very temperamental and always forced his will.
“What does Subrata say?”
Marcon. Then taking a deep breath, it sounded so heavy.
“Kata Subrata, the ownership document of the Kethileng hills was submitted to the Indonesian government two months ago?”
Hearing Marcon's words, Pramono's eyes immediately rounded. His face looks tense. This time he could not guess Subrata's move.
“You mean he handed over a big lump of gold as big as that hill to the country? No way! This must be part of his other ruse.”
Susan frowned, trying to digest Subrata's steps.
“What's the reason?”
“Subrata is a businessman who always complies with the laws wherever he runs his business. This time he reasoned because of the Constitution of Indonesia.”
“What!” susan and Pramono exclaimed almost in unison.
They both looked at Marcon's face in disbelief. Then Susan walked to the table in the corner of the room. He opened the Indonesian Constitution file inside his laptop. Examine it chapter by chapter carefully. When he discovered the chapter relating to natural wealth he stopped. Then read it over and over again.
“How's Susan?” ask Pramono.
Susan turned to look at Pramono and Marcon.
“Maybe Subrata is right. But I need to learn it in more detail.”
“How does Susan sound?”
”There is in article 33 of the Amendment to the Constitution Act 1945,” Susan said.
“Read!” marcon said impatiently.
“Article 33 verse 2: Branches of production that are important to the country and that master the living standards of the people are ruled by the state,” Susan read aloud. “Then article 33 Verse 3: The earth and the water and the natural wealth contained therein are controlled by the state and used for the greatest prosperity of the people.”
Moments later they fell silent, playing with their respective minds. Susan studied the meaning and explanation of the chapter, Marcon thought about the destruction of his business if the golden mountain was released from his hands, while Pramono was thinking about how to deal with high-level games like Subrata.
“I'm not sure Subrata just let go of his golden mountain,” muttered Pramono. “But what will he do?”
“I will do everything I can to defend my golden mountain, even if my blood flows to the end,” Marcon sizzled.
His mouth growled and both hands clenched. Like a lion ready to fight to defend its prey. Pramono took the phone from his pocket, then contacted his colleagues in the government. Apparently he started to capture Subrata's strategy, based on his experience.
“Halo! Assalamu’alaikum pak Rudy,” sapanya friendly.
“Halo! Wal’aikumsalam. Well, this is Pramono sir?” tell someone from the end of their phone.
“Betul pack!”
“Have not heard from him for a long time. What's up?”
“Sorry sir Rudy, may I ask for help.”
“Asks please? Be that as it may. Sorry not now. I have a lot of business with.”
“Sorry Mr. Rudy, I have sent the jackpot. Please check in account.”
For a moment there was no answer. A few moments later the voice of the man was heard again.
“About pack Subrata.”
There was the sound of laughter.
“Hehehe. Okay, I'll send you the file. But remember! It's a state secret, don't leak anywhere. If it leaks, I'll let you!”
“Tan easy sir. You know me a long time.”
There was laughter again.
“OK. I'll send it later. I hung up on ya.”
“I wait sir! Thanks!”
Tut. tut's..
Phone connection disconnected. Shortly thereafter, a facsimile machine sounded. Half-run Pramono approached the facsimile machine. Then capture sheet by sheet of paper containing documents sent by Pramono's colleague. After being neatly arranged, he read it carefully. Susan and Marcon just looked at her behavior in silence.
“What do you get Pramono?” ask Marcon a few moments later.
“Subrata set up a new gold mining company. His name is PT Golden Eagle, which started operating one week ago.”
“Hah? Very fast,” said Marcon.
“And he appointed Desta Rahman, former President Director of Megapolitan Intercorp as President Director of his new company.”
Marcon and Susan looked at each other. Like the surface of deep water, Subrata moves so calm and washed away.But in fact the movement is very fast and deadly. And Marcon knew that the gold company was definitely aiming to mine the gold content in the hills of Kethileng.
“Continue Pramono!” abugn.
“They just got a contract work permit from the Indonesian government to conduct gold mining activities in the hills of Kethileng with fair profit sharing.”
The deg! Marcon's head was hit by a hammer that weighed a ton. His body sank limp in the middle of the room. His head was bowed deeply, as if he had just lost all of his body's energy. While Pramono's body shivered restraining anger. His jaw immediately hardened and his teeth were grinding. He is the number one black world boss. And to him, this was all an insult to his ego.
“Bigger! Bastard, you're Subrata!” his yell. “Will I repay this humiliation with your death!”
Drrta! Drr! Drrta!
Cellphone ringing. He immediately took it, it turns out Word was the head of his bodyguard as well as the commander of the Megapolitan City security forces.
“What's the Word?”
“Bos, there is an unknown troop movement at the top of Kethileng hill. They are fully armed and are moving down towards here.”
“What? Do you know them?”
“It looks like they are the same as Blade Muller's men Bos.”
Pramono was surprised not to be a bitch. His face looks pale. Blade Muller's men were professional soldiers drawn from the best soldiers who came from all over the world. They were educated and trained by Blade Muller, a former commander and instructor of the elite forces of the British Armed Forces, to become mercenaries ready to be deployed on even the most brutal of battlefields.
“What are they flocking here for? Will they avenge Blade's death?” his inner.
The middle-aged man rushed out of the room. Marcon Allpanigard and Susan See. They just sat quietly. Susan looked at the gallant man's body, while Marcon just bowed helplessly. A few moments later his lips were still.
“I am indeed stupid and stupid,” he said softly, almost inaudible.
Susan did not react, but her eyes continued to stare at the body that was losing all its pride.
“Go Susan. Our togetherness should probably end from today.”