DESTINY IS NOT WRONG
The evidence! There Are Organizing
After a few hours, Haidar also fulfilled the call to face the owner of the company, from the way he welcomed Haidar looks so energized once his people and indeed mental-mental ‘sang winner’ was not withered, he said, very friendly and friendly.
“Where used to work Haidar?” Ask Mr. Amir, the owner of the company with his obligation.
“Write a book and help you on tv-program.”
“How many books have been published?” It seems like a light interview at once
want to read the character that is slippery, without a mask and what it is.
“Alhamdulillah, already five books, two books use their own name and three books buy break.”
“Means buy break up?”
“I just write and draft ideas from the client who wants to issue a book. So I get paid as a writing wage only.”
Their conversation was not only about Haidar's person, but widened into the political, economic and social realms, the more conical the question became and the more clear what the company needed from him, he said, there is more value that Mr. Amir finds in Haidar, ‘ different points of view in looking at an event.’ And in the end, he was accepted to work at a story portal company based in an elite area in Central Jakarta, Pasuruan.
“Please meet Mas Yama, for further talks.”
Haidar also entered a room separate from other employees, a room that was so quiet, on the table look pot, Ipad, Note Book and picture frame beautiful woman may be his wife.
From the property and the setting of the room decor reflects that he is a manager or it could be Mas Yama's HRD in the company.
“Begini Haidar, you in this company have rights including basic salary, health benefits and salary increase if your work is good and maximum. Until here is something you want to ask?”
“Oh is enough sir.”
“You need to know also Haidar, our working hours are in nine in the morning until the hour
five afternoons.”
“Good sir.”
After being explained at length about the rights and obligations of employees, Haidar left the room, rushed to the office lobby, then went home after parting ways with some office people I know, such as Mas Adi and Ibrahim.
“When did you start working?”
“Insyallah tomorrow Mas.”
“OK. Cave wait tomorrow well?”
“Iya. Mas Tanks. Assalamu’alikum.”
With a hopeful step, he left the luxurious house that was bewitched into an office so beautiful, the shade of trees adds to the cool atmosphere even in the middle of the city, right on the junction of Pasuruan-Menteng road.
Whether this is a coincidence or indeed God has planned all this, when Haidar was worried about his profession, instead God gave way for him to moment pawn the idialism of being an employee of a company.
Like being a new citizen in the company, in the middle of the morning meeting my name was repeatedly called Mr. Amir while introducing Haidar to a number of staff and employees.
Apparently this is like a tradition for the company to introduce new employees, as well as discuss steps and progress to maintain the rating on websites that have alexa standardization, as well as, that term I only knew him recently.
“Until here anyone would like to give input?” Ask the Boss who turned out to be a close person to the higher-ups in this country.
No one wanted to give input and questions, until he finally ventured.
“Pak sorry, apart from this discussion all I previously asked permission, next month want to get married. So, in advance I asked for blessing as well as leave permission.”
The whole meeting contingent was astonished and maybe terbesit in their hearts, “ This is a new child really reckless, talking about personal problems in the forum?”
“Haidar, after your meeting to my room.” With a flat face without the slightest expression he asked himself to go into the room.
Big question mark, “What's the matter?” All eyes were on me, as if something was strange and considered unnatural.
“Iya Pak.”
Thirty minutes had passed and the morning break was over, as he was told and he immediately fulfilled his call. There are still spies who suspect and worry about Mr. Amir's intention to call Haidar to his room, is it because he is not polite? A thousand questions would not be answered if he did not face them.
It takes a lot of mental and guts to knock on the door and this is my first experience to go into the room of the Chief Executive Officer and owner of the company.
Haidar wet his lips with bismillah, may he not be exposed to anger, but this is the first day to enter work.
“Iya, login.”
No less comfortable with the room belongs to Mas Yama, some glasses, sofas, pots and paintings look luxurious, look also some bronze pellets decorate the cabinets made of teak wood.
Shocked Haidar when he saw there was a stretch of prayer mats on the side of his desk, and some interpretations of Al-Qur’an, making me increasingly convinced that the boss still seems to put forward tolerance and understanding with the concept of fair in leading the company.
“Please sit Haidar.”
“Still Sir.”
He also inhaled a cup of milk coffee that was available at the table and occasionally he smoked a cigarette deeply, but not much smoke released.
“Sorry, I'm smoking well?”
“Oh, it's okay Sir.”
“Haidar, for decades I started building the company. During that time also my employees increased and continued to grow, until finally reaching thousands of people.” Looks like there's a colongan niih confiding event.
It's okay to get free leadership lessons and indeed Haidar likes to listen to the stories of people who succeed in his business, why they can while he can not?!
“That's a lot of my employees, but no one has the guts of what you did earlier.” Further.
“Sorry sir, if my attitude and behavior were wrong earlier. It was completely spontaneous, no calculations or guesses.” Haidar tried to defend himself.
“Originally you know, from there I know the character and from there also I know what I have to do with you.”
The more dag-dig-dug, the heart palpitates erratically. He did not know what Mr. Amir meant saying like that, it seems there is discrimination that he will drop for him.
“I want to ask, how much do you feel having this company?”
“Can I answer Sir?”
“Please.”
“For me, the workplace is like a second home. Inevitably I have to feel like I have this company.”
It looks like his smile is behind the lips that even though it looks old, but Mr. Amir still looks handsome and healthy.
“What is less than your wedding preparations?”
“Sama once there has been no preparation sir, only the intentions and plans that I have conveyed to the parents of the prospective wife, and we have determined the date.”
“I will give you money think of it as a form of my thanks, because you already want to join my company.”
“Waaah! It can't be so sir. Let me just borrow it and every early month I cicil to return it.”
“If you return it, I ask Ms. Caroline to give it to the poor.” It seems that Mr. Amir has been offended by his words and Caroline's mother whom he means is none other than the treasurer in the office.
“Wah sorry Sir. If that is the desire of the Father, I accept with sincerity, may Allah ease and expand all the affairs of the father. Amin.”
“Amins. Tanks Haidar..”.
“I'm supposed to thank you Mr.”
“OK. Help and correct work huh Haidar?”
“Siap Pak.”
Evidently, it is He who will open the way,”....If they are poor, God will empower them with His gifts. And Allah is All-Mighty (His Gift), All-Knowing.”
The more certain I am, the more Allah eases all my affairs, the more Allah opens His doors of Mercy when Haidar intends to marry in order to preserve my honor, family and religion.