BEHIND EMOTICONS LOVE 1515 (END OF LOVE STORIES)
EPS 58 HOT MUD SPRAY

EPS 58 HOT MUD SPRAY

Like a drop of water in the middle of a dry desert, so fresh and giving new energy. Likewise with the presence of Fitri at Megapolitan Intercorp, has really saved the lives of the company that is almost dying. Slowly but surely, the problems that hit Subrata's subsidiaries began to be overcome one by one.

One of the most brilliant things he did was the policy of restructuring and handling hot mud bursts due to drilling errors. Although it may seem that Desta made the decision, it was actually Fitri who stood behind all his decisions. He analyzed all the problems carefully, then found the right way out.

“You have a view how to cope with the hot mud spray Fit?” ask Desta one day.

He is now diligent in visiting the girl's workspace, to ask about various company problems. He also always consults when issuing any policy regarding the company. And the best graduate girl of Beijing’s University's Master program can always answer it intelligently.

“Lho asked me sir. A lot of engineering in the field?” ask Fitri.

“That's why I asked you. All their studies and theories failed. The hot mud is still gushing until now,” said Desta.

Fitri who had secretly made an analysis and survey directly to the scene smiled. Over the past week, he has been making short-term and long-term plans to tackle the mudflow. But he never conveyed it to Desta, for fear of being considered excessive. Some technical problems like that are not the business of someone with an economic background like himself.

“Sorry Mr. Desta, in fact I have also conducted a location survey and conducted fact-based analysis in the field. It is likely that the explosion of volcanic mud that will stop when the volume of gas and mud in the bowels of the earth is exhausted, aka already issued all,” said Fitri at length.

“Volcanic mudflow? You mean this isn't just a drilling error?”

“Not sir, although there is a connection.”

“Means the alleged sabotage of the third party is also wrong?”

“It could be sabotage there is a pack, but the outflow of muddy gas from inside the earth that occurs continuously beyond their estimates.”

Desta nodded his head. His heart was growing more and more amazed at Fitri. He saw the beautiful face of the hijab. Wearing a sea blue Muslim dress makes the appearance of Fitri more charming. And the thing that fascinated him the most was his intelligence.

“I'm still single Fit,” said Desta like unconscious.

Fitri gasped, his eyebrows raised, while looking in wonder at the youngest president in Indonesia.

“What? A singles? What meanspak? What does this have to do with hot mud explosions?”

Desta stuttered immediately. This is due to people who are fascinated, to forget words. His head was not itchy even in the scratch. Why am I not this professional? his inner.

“Eh, oh, ehm.I mean many of our young employees are still single because of the thought of the mud spray?” he said it was awkward and unprofessional.

Fitri. His innocent face clearly seemed to not understand the meaning of the words of President Megapolita Intercorp. These are probably the most difficult words to analyze in his entire life. Is there a single correlation with hot mud bursts?

“Ehm, already Fit forget it. That's not an important thing for the company,” said Desta finally.

Fitri nodded her head. At first glance he saw a tinge of red on Desta's face, perhaps out of shame or ...

“So that's the result of your study of the hot mud that happened in Megapolitan? Then do you also make a plan for completion?” ask Desta later.

“This is the well hole where the explosion occurred. From this well hole, hundreds of cubic meters of mud every day are pumped out of the earth,” Ftri said.

Desta silently listened to the explanation of the girl in front of him.

“We will make three new wells to reduce the volume of mud in the main well. In each new well was made a canal that leads to the Tambra river, so that the hot mud that comes out can be directly discharged into the Tambra river.”

“Wow!”

Unconsciously Desta's mouth until gawking. He was constantly clucking in admiration for Fitri Ray. Of course, while cursing himself. Fitri's plan is so simple and relatively easier than the results of the study of its engineers. Why had he never thought of making a new well?

“Indeed the Tambra river is able to hold all that mud?” abugn. “Isn't that at risk of sedimentation, thickening of the mud layer at the bottom of the water that will damage the ecosystem in the Tambra river?”

Fitri nodded her head.

“I've tried to count it as much as I can sir. The width of the river is about a hundred meters, with a depth of up to ten meters in the middle.. With this kind of condition, the Tambra river is able to absorb about one hundred thousand cubic meters of mud every day.”

Desta shook his head.

“Sngai Tambra will turn into a dong mud reservoir?” muttered. “There will definitely be a lot of protests from the community due to damage to the ecosystem in the Tambra river.”

“Betul sir. But we can use the water from the Kumitir sandang on the hill Kethileng to pour water so that the current is more swift and push the mud deposits into the mouth of the river. In addition we will make continuous dredging efforts to prevent severe sedimentation in the river.”

“Yes. Your plan is very reasonable Fit, but still will invite protests especially from Non-Governmental Organizations and organizations that care about the environment.”

Fitri nodded her head.

“You are right sir. But indeed, whatever solutions we think must have a double impact. Like a double-edged knife, ready to hurt all hearts.”

Fitri's words were so touching. Desta smiled to himself. You're right Fit. And that's what a leader is for. It takes a lot of courage to decide everything, including the impact it will have. But so far, Fitri food is the most reasonable and easiest thing to run.

“OK. Anyway, I thank you for your hard work. What an amazing performance. Even you've gone a step further even though I haven't asked for it.”

“Sama-sama sir. And this is my last plan,” Fitri said as he unrolled the last paper. “At the mouth of the Tambra river, we will collect the sludge deposits to be used as a wetland. Later on the wetlands we create mangrove forests that are very useful to repair damaged ecosystems.”

“You mean?”

“Mangrove forest is of high economic value sir. As a mangrove forest can be a spawning place for fish seeds and become a buffer area for shrimp farming. Besides can be used as a new tourist destination.”

Desta simply fell silent without being able to speak anymore. That admiration managed to make his words become stuck in the throat.

“Wow!”