Davina's Widower
Bonchap - Javier Decides

"Who are their names Fa?" javier's baritone voice rang out in the meeting room towards his grandson.

"The fat one is called Rojak..."

"He you wielded a knife?"

"Yes Opa. Then the one wearing the glasses is called Tarman, whose thin mustache is called Basuki..."

"More like Karyo in Doel!" cebik Javier's.

"Opa, Karyo's the one who ran a comedian named Basuki. It's the same!" Falisha exasperated with her original Opanya. "Then the little one is called Yoga."

"What position are they in the PRC group?"

"Rojak and Basuki's office security department, Tarman's division layout section, Yoga's interior division section."

"Who is married?"

"Rojak and Basuki."

Javier looked at the two men sharply. "You two I moved to the PRC group office in Kiev."

Falisha gawking. Is there a PRC branch in Kiev?

"By you guys I fired because you know there's no PRC group office in Kiev."

"Mr Javier..." Rojak.

"No tolerance, Rojak and Basuki! I have received reports from several restaurant managers around this office because you often make a tantrum there. We are silent because we still think you are married, take someone's child to be a wife and you have to be responsible for providing for you, let alone have children. But the more days you get! Even my grandchildren are you seduced! Have you never seen Falisha's face?" javier's heavy voice rang out in the meeting room.

"And you, Tarman and Yoga, you guys I moved to Surabaya and you guys just as regular staff. You don't expect to be able to mess around there because the CEO of PRC group in Surabaya is Mark Neville, my nephew." Mark is the grandson of Brett Neville, Vivienne Neville's older brother.

Tarman and Yoga immediately limp because all in the PRC group Jakarta know how emphatically Mark Neville is even more sadistic than Javier Arata.

"Mr Javier, Miss Falisha, we are truly sorry for all our actions. But please don't fire us" Basuki said. "My son is still in school."

"What is the moment you throw tantrums at every lunch, remembering your son and wife? Every morning you go out to work, there is a prayer of your wife and children to make a living and fortune so that they can live enough but what do you do? You forgot about it, Basuki, Rojak!" Falisha stared intently at the two people.

"You'll still get severance and three months' salary. Use the money as well as possible! If you want to do something, remember this!" javier said firmly.

Rojak and Basuki are also limp in hearing Javier and Falisha's final decision.

"Yudho, help you come here. Take care of all Rojak and Basuki severance forces and bring Vanya HRD to manage Tarman and Yoga mutations to PRC Surabaya." Javier calling Yudho GM Finance PRC group.

The notification sound of the incoming message on Falisha's phone rang and the girl snickered.

📩 Bagas: We're going to lunch right? Where are you, Falisha?

Die me! I'm lupaaa! Falisha looked at her eyes.

"Why Fa?" ask Javier.

"Grand-pere, Fa demande la permission, il y a rendez-vous pour dejeuner avec Bagas Hadiyanto (Opa, Fa ask permission already have a lunch appointment with Bagas Hadiyanto )" falisha said in French.

"Qui d'autre est-ce (Who else is it )?" javier was confused.

"L'associe de papa (papa's business partner)" replied Falisha.

The sound of the door being knocked made Javier and Falisha turn towards the door.

"Lake in!" It looked like a well-built man in his thirties with sharp eyes and a graceful woman in her forties opened the door of the meeting room.

"Daris! Vanya! You take care of these four!" javier's orders to both men. Haris is Yudho's son, GM of Finance.

"Well, Mr. Javier. Miss Falisha" said Haris, nodding and staring intently at the four limp-looking people.

Javier and Falisha exited the meeting room and walked towards Javier's room.

📩 Falisha : I am in the central PRC group office, not in FH Workshop.

📩 Bagas : Okay. I glide there.

Javier looked at Falisha. "Bagas Hadiyanto? Is he one of the children of Kresno Hadiyanto?"

"I don't know Opa. We met at papa's office and said papa, Bagas there's a project with FH Workshop." Falisha looked at her eyes. "Hadiyanto Kresno? Isn't he the owner of Arta Jaya Bank?"

"Mas Bima is Oom Prayogha, isn't Opa?"

"Bima was educated with his late Savita mother and Radit Oomnya. Prayogha did not participate in the process of growth and development of Bima so since childhood, the slengean child was well educated."

"Fa can take care of herself Opa. Don't worry and didn't Opa also send a shadow bodyguard to the Fa?" falisha smiled as she hugged her Opinion.

"You do look like Oma Buyutmu, Vivienne." Javier kissed the head of his grandson.

The voice of Falisha's cell phone rang and the girl took it from inside her bag.

"Assalamualaikum" said Falisha.

"Wa'alaikum salam. Falisha, I'm in the lobby" Bagas replied.

"Just go to the tenth floor, to Javier Arata's room."

"Good Falisha."

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Bagas was surprised to see Falisha with Javier Arata in the waiting room of the middle-aged man's office and there were two employees there who were discussing with the CEO of the PRC group.

"Good day" said Bagas politely.

"Good day" said Falisha. Javier turned his head and scanned Bagas with a flat face.

"Mr Javier Arata" said Bagas, nodding respectfully.

Javier coded both of his employees to leave them. After saluting, the two officers left.

"So you're Bagas Hadiyanto?" ask Javier coldly.

"Yes lord Javier" Bagas replied as he extended his hand which Javier greeted with a firm position.

"Are you the son of Kresno Hadiyanto?"

"Rubber. I am the youngest son of Kresno Hadiyanto."

"I'm so sorry for the lost of your big brother." Javier stared at Bagas sharply. "May you not follow in your brother's footsteps!"

Bagas jerked. I forgot who I was dealing with. Javier Arata, the second strongest man in the third generation of the Pratomo clan. No one had not escaped this man's observation.

"No, Sir. I'm different from my sister."

"Where are you going to eat?" ask Javier.

"I'd like to take Falisha to lunch at a Korean restaurant, Mr. Javier. Am I allowed?"

Javier looked at Falisha who was silent to the interaction of Opa and Bagas.

"Qu'est-ce que tu penses (What do you think )?" ask Javier to Falisha.

"J'ai promis. Alors je dois le faire (I've promised Opa. So I have to keep )" replied Falisha calmly. "We're leaving now, Mr Bagas?"

"Come" smile Bagas. "Please excuse me, Mr. Javier."

"Be careful." Javier hugged his grandson dear.

"Of course Opa."

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