CEO Rescue Me!
CHAPTER 29– BOARD OF DIRECTORS MEETING

From since the dawn prayer on Monday, the heart of Agung feels anxious. I don't know why. After teaching, his heart calmed down. But as he put on his work shirt, that feeling of anxiety was present again. Agung stroked his chest while beristighfar. He berTO’a hopefully nothing happens when Adisti, Mother and her future iron while in the hospital.

Down the stairs with a little lethargy and then approached his brother who was sweeping. Jawing his sister's cheeks just to irritate him.

“Crajin very candidate manten.” goda Agung. Adisti just stared at her brother.

“Dek, later be careful yes in hospital.”

Adisti looked at her brother.

“So, the feeling from last night, Brother has said the same thing many times. Bramasta's brother also said the same thing at dawn. What's the matter with you guys?”

“Yes, I'm so memorized by your behavior, Dek. Installment sometimes postage.”

“Gegabah! When to try Adek installments and installments?”

Agung chuckled then scratched the back of his head that was not itchy.

“Just later there, Adek do not go to the toilet alone or the road alone. There must be someone damping Adek, yes. Can't refuse an escort from the Sanjaya family. Remember, Adek is soon to be a part of the Sanjaya Family, so should get used to his escort yes.”

“Iya.. yes..”

“Do not have a mind to follow the scene in Hollywood movies or drakor to snitch and escape from escort.”

“Isssh..”

“Remember.nurut.”

“Iya. ih Sister deh.”

Agung chuckled to see his sister upset.

“Kakak darling Adek. Very fond of. Sad to know that Adek why-napa.”

“Iyaaaaa Dearest sister.”.

Good luck to Daddy and Mommy after breakfast. He left early to prepare the required report files for the board meeting later.

Traffic is still not too dense Agung brought his sister scoopy motor with a relaxed. Actually, he missed his old bike, the red Honda CBR150R which was forced to be sold to meet the demands of the Prasetyo family. Honestly, from Honda CBR and then changed Scoopy, it feels like down caste.

[Astaghfirullah..ikhlasin...ikhlasin.] Great speaks in heart.

Some of the staff came first. After greeting each other and greeting each other, each was busy with his own work in his cubicle. Excel screens with its distinctive look. AC buzzing, keyboard typing sound also mouse clenching heard. Occasionally a coughing sound is heard.

“Lim,” call Agung after a long time working in silence, “Ask a spending report last month yes.”

“Shortly Sir, I'm working on. 15 minutes yes,” staff named Halim said.

“OK.”

An office boy passed by next to the Great cubicle.

“Eh, Mas Harno, please make coffee yes,” said Agung.

“Iya Mr. Agung.”

Agung glanced at his watch, another 20 minutes of office hours began. His heart was pounding again. He touched his chest [O Allah, calm the heart of the servant. Keep us out of all danger. Keep us from all the evils of Your creatures]. Agung took a deep breath to throw away his fret.

Touching her gawai, opening a chat message on Adisti.

Agung_Dek, where?_

Adisti_Still on the road_

Agung_Remember sister's message this morning_

Adisti_Iya_

The office boy came with a tray filled with coffee cups.

Great reach into his pants pocket. Take out a piece of money ten thousand, slip it in the hands of the office boy earlier.

“Create children's snacks yes,” says Agung while opening the glass lid.

“Thank you very much, Mr. Supreme. Thank goodness.” Office boy passed with a radiant face.

Then he drowned in his work. At 10am this morning the meeting will begin. Making sure his laptop battery was in full condition he began preparing files that had been photographed coffee by his staff. Agung stood up while carrying a laptop and file. Take him to his manager's room. Waiting for him outside the door to come together to the meeting room.

The manager is not a capable person at work. He often does not even know with the task and what is being discussed. Same with other managers. That's why even though he is only an assistant manager, but for board meetings all managers rely on him. To explain directly to the board of directors.

Agung sighed while leaning his back against the wall facing the door of his manager's room, the fate of being a cubicle clerk in a company full of nepotism.

The door finally opened. Say hello to each other and then walk together towards the meeting room. Several managers were already in the room. Greeting Agung with a friendly, routine cycle every time the board meeting is held, the managers suddenly be sweet and friendly to him.

The directors entered the room. Coffee and snacks served. Meeting's starting. The directors questions related to the monthly report were answered smoothly by Agung.

When Agung was explaining about the import export report, the voice of a director's device read. The room was immediately quiet. Grand stopped his explanation.

The director answered the phone. Not answering just listening. His eyes glanced at Agung. His hand held tightly to his hand. Glancing again at Agung. Sitting restless. Everyone muttered feeling strange about the director's behavior. The director stood up and signaled Agung to continue his explanation. He walked towards the door of the meeting room, talking outside the meeting room.

“Until where was I?” ask Great. His manager told Agung the talking points. Agung nodded. He continued. Just now he continued, the devices of the directors simultaneously sounded the notification of the incoming chat message. Stabbing happened between them. Glancing at Agung and there were even those staring straight at Agung.

“What the fuck is this?” ask a female director.

“This is not wrong? Can review this company!” a director who had bleached all of his hair was speechless.

Agung stopped his explanation again. Look in wonder at the directors. Before long, the managers' devices sounded at the same time. Notification of chat messages. The managers opened the message. Again, Agung saw the same odd behavior of the directors on the managers. The murmur sounded like a hum. Agung heard his name mentioned in some slow muttering. Agung decided to sit down until the situation was conducive to continue the meeting.

“What's up, Sir?” ask the manager.

The one asked did not answer. He only looked at the Great for a long time.

“Gung,” finally the manager voiced, “Actually you are involved what the hell?”

“That is, Sir?”

“Who are you nudging?”

“Banging? No sir, this morning my journey is safe, not nudging or nudging other vehicles.”

“Not that. I mean, who have you offended? Families who have the power to make the board of directors so distraught?”

“I don't understand what Mr.” means

The manager rubbed his face. Another manager approached Agung, he patted Agung on the shoulder,

“We are very grateful to you Gung. You are a very dedicated employee of this company.”

Agung was increasingly confused by the direction of the manager's remarks that he often assisted in the tax report.

The director who had received the call came back into the meeting room with his face bowed lethargic. His friends asked him what was going on and why the director. He stood facing the meeting participants.

“Means meeting suspended, Sir?” ask the female directors.

“No, Mom. This meeting we stop.”

The room was buzzing like there was a swarm of bees.

“Great Brother,” Director started talking, “Honestly, I as the director was very surprised by this sudden notification. But we can't do much because of outside pressure. We extend our apologies to Mr. Agung Aksara Gumilar that based on the decision the commissioner asked us to stop working relationship between PT Buana Raya and Pak Agung Aksara Gumilar for reasons that are not can we mention.”

Many voices from inside the meeting room opposed the decision.

“We say many thanks to Mr. Agung..” The director still continued but Agung was already unable to listen to his words. Ears buzzing. His eyes stared at the nano. He only saw people talking to each other without a voice heard in his ear. They stood around Agung. Someone hugged him, patted his shoulder. Trying to raise her heart. Many looked at him with pity. Tears when she looks at her face. Not expecting a unilateral decision from the commissioner is very unfair and sudden.

He rubbed his face. Nodding his head and trying to smile at the directors and managers who surround him. He's got his laptop and files. Rise without a sound and bend her body, “Thank you so much for believing in me. Thank you for being with us for my twelve years here.”

Agung set foot into his cubicle. His staff stared in wonder at his whereabouts with such a disheveled face at a time when the board meeting should still be going on.

“Agreat sir hurts?” ask Halim. Great smile and shake.

He sat in his chair.

[Maybe this is the meaning of the misgivings from dawn].

[O Allah, O Lord, strengthen the servant. Strengthen servant. Jabbar Ya Rahman Ya Raahim. Forgive all my khilaf].

Agung rubbed his face.

Mas Harno, the office boy that passed this morning.

“Mas, can find cardboard?”

“Instant noodle cardus, Sir?”

‘”Iya, can. Any cardboard.”

“There Sir. I'll get it first sir.”

Agung nodded. He's busy opening his desk drawers. Collecting personal belongings to take home.

A female employee entered the Great Cubicle. Agung recognized him as an HRD personnel officer. The employee looked at Agung in confusion. He handed me a letter in the blue map.

“Great Sir, what's the matter?”

Agung shook his head, “I don't know either. The directors also do not know the truth. All you know is commissioner.”

The employee raised both eyebrows in surprise. Agung opened the blue map. Letter of termination. Great read it with a bitter smile. There is severance pay and award money for the period of work to be received by Agung.

“Paklaring letter can be finished today?” ask Great.

“There's already a Sir in that file.”

Agung reverses the PHK file sheet, there is a paklaring letter that has been signed by the HRD manager.

“Learnest. Looks like the commissioner wants me to leave the company immediately.”

The office boy officer came with the cardboard requested by Agung. Looked at the officer.

“Mas, looks like today is the last day of our meeting in this company. Mas Harno works here. Sorry if I was wrong and ever offended Mas Harno.”

“Bapak really?” ask Mas Harno.

The Supreme staff came out of their respective cubicles, gathered in their boss cubicles.

“Mr seriously?”

“Why Pak?”

“Mbak Ani from HRD brought a PHK letter and paklaring to me. This is Ani's brother still here. Just ask this prank or not, Great” smiled in front of his staff, “I signed in front of you guys huh. You're the people closest to me in this office. It is hard to be happy we went through with. 12 years I am in this company, and today fate has decided I do not work in this company anymore.”

The staff fell silent. Looking up not believing in the Great.

“Bapak make what mistake at the meeting earlier? If the data error, we should also be reprimanded dong.” a female staff said in a raucous voice holding back tears.

“Council of directors angry to Mr?”

Agung. “No, I didn't make any mistakes during the meeting. The reports and data you provide are not wrong. Even the directors and managers themselves are confused and shocked by this sudden decision. The commissioner himself decided and urged me to leave this office right now.”

“Mr..”.

“Pak Agung..” All staff crying while hugging Agung.

“Already, it's okay. You guys here are doing good work. There will also be a replacement for me. Hopefully his successor will be a better figure than me.”

“So you want to work where?”

“I don't know either. But I am sure, the windfall of God governs. There must be wisdom from this incident.”

“Already... Now you guys just help me pack. Looking for my personal stuff. Lim, please make a handover letter for the laptop I use. Submitted to our manager yes.”

Halim nodded. Soon he typed quickly and immediately printed. I read it fast and signed it. He took the letter and his laptop to the manager's office.

“Even we cannot hold a proper farewell for Mr. Agung, giving mementos, for example,” said a female staffer while stuffing Agung's personal items into a cardboard instant noodles.

“Lost already, the most beautiful scenery in this office,” the other female staff shed tears.

“We lose a very mature, intelligent, humble, not stingy figure for science or advice,” said Halim.

Grand enters the room. Straight to the cubicle. The staff still gathered there.

“All of? OK, I say yes.please forgive all my mistakes.”

“This fast, sir?

“I was asked to leave this office as soon as possible. As if I had an infectious disease yes, the Great” tried to joke but instead made the staffers cry.

“Eh, already, don't cry. Let's wipe away her tears. Smile yes.we take photos together. Our last photo in this room.”

Agung out of the room while carrying a cardboard instant noodles. Behind him, the staff followed him while crying. The managers also joined the lobby. On the terrace of the lobby, Agung turned his body to face them. Smile and wave his hands at them all.

Inside the black sedan whose window glass was all covered, his smile was on its back when he saw Agung with a backpack on his back and hands carrying a cardboard instant noodles stepping towards his motorcycle parking lot.

He laughed out loud as he saw Agung put on his jacket and started to turn on his bike. Agung waved his hand again towards the terrace lobby. Then leave the building.

“Street, Sir. We go home now,” said the man on the backseat. The downed window glass as it passed through the terrace lobby, sneering cynically at the employees who were still shouting the name of Agung.

“Cih!”

Small note:

Paklaring is a document in the form of a certificate stating that someone has worked in a company with a certain position for a certain period of time. .