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"Really, I feel so ashamed to have to open all this disgrace in front of your family, Rif. But yes it is ... I'll just open it all up, 'cause you guys I already think of like my own brothers ..."

"What is the Juragan? Why does it sound so serious ...?" arif Rahman asked with two eyebrows that were linked, as soon as he heard the words of Juragan Ibrahim spoken with a deep tone of voice.

"Yes, Rif. I want to open up the reality of the economic hardships I've faced in recent years ..."

Not only Arif Rahman and his wife who was a little surprised to hear the words of Juragan Ibrahim, because secretly Biyan who had been sitting quietly at the end of the room became a little curious.

'Economic difficulties ...?'

'How can the richest man in this village suddenly claim to be in economic trouble ...?'

So roughly the contents of Biyan's brain, which despite all the discussion that occurred from the beginning arguably no one really interested him, but Biyan prefers to be respectful by not trying to interrupt let alone get out of the conversation of two families who seem very close.

"Everything started a few years ago, somehow I could be tempted to participate in making the bodong investment offered by an acquaintance. The lure will get multiple benefits making me fall into a trap just like that. I was even determined to open a bank loan with a large amount of guaranteed certificates for all plantation land, as well as this house certificate. But of all the promises, everything is zonk. I've been fooled all out, Rif. My money disappeared in the blink of an eye, without a trace, plus in the past year the price of copra has continued to plummet in the market. Ref ... Right now I'm completely helpless. I'm broke. I don't know what else to do. My health condition was also disturbed, especially every time considering that at any time it could be plantation land as well as this house threatened confiscated by the Bank ..."

Arif Rahman could not say anything hearing all the words that were quite astonishing.

Indeed, Arif Rahman could not even believe all the stories if only not Juragan Ibrahim himself who revealed them.

"If anyone could pay for that plantation a little more than some of the standard offers I've received today, then I'm determined to let go of it all, Rif. As long as I can redeem all the debts of the Bank, then the rest I will use for our old age stock later ... That's enough ..."

Arif Rahman was silent for a moment, busy brainwashing how he could help Juragan Ibrahim in this situation.

Arif Rahman family itself is only a small family with a mediocre economic life, which in everyday life, they also never intersect let alone have the acquaintance of important people.

"Why not try offering it to officials in this area? Who knows they can afford to pay according to the amount of Juragan needs .." said Arif Rahman suddenly, but the head of Juragan Ibrahim seemed to immediately break the fruit of Arif Rahman's mind.

"Just like, Rif. As with local entrepreneurs, no local officials are willing to pay the full area of the plantation as a whole. They always bid at a very low price, even though the price I offered was far below standard. If I'm determined to accept their offer, then how can I solve all our difficulties, if I don't get the money on target that I need ...?"

Biyan who had just listened to the conversation in the end could not resist longer to not interrupt.

"Ehemm, sorry Juragan if you may know, how large the area of palm plantations belongs to Juragan, and what price offered Juragan ...?"

Responding to Biyan's voice that suddenly interjected made all the eyes in the room lead to the corner of the room, towards Biyan who had been almost forgotten.

Juragan Ibrahim also mentioned dozens of hectares of land his coconut plantation, as well as the price of the offer he gave.

Hearing Juragan Ibrahim's explanation spoken in detail secretly made Biyan feel amazed.

It's nothing, as an entrepreneur who is quite successful and has been struggling in the field of construction that he did, he said, Biyan was very surprised when he learned that it turned out that the price range of land per meter in this area could be categorized as quite low.

Just imagine, when the price of land in urban areas has reached millions of rupiah per meter, how is it possible for tens of hectares of plantation land overgrown with coconut trees with fruit that is quite productive, how is it possible for dozens of hectares of plantation land, only appreciated so cheaply?

Even strangely, it could be that local officials and businessmen consider that such a price is quite fantastic.

Earth and sky are the difference ...!

It seemed that Biyan still could not believe her own hearing.

Indeed, without intending to look down on the value of the rupiah offered by the Juragan, it is quite frank that the figure can be categorized as very small and nothing for a Biyan Erlangga.

"Biyan, do you have a solution to my current problem? You are from a big city, who knows you have acquaintances who are interested in buying it .." said Juragan Ibrahim later, while staring at Biyan who had been silent for a while with a look of hope.

"Oh yeah, Biyan, what about your boss?" said Arif Rahman who suddenly interjected with enthusiasm.

"Boss ... I ...?" repeated Biyan slightly hesitated as she repeated the meaning of her father-in-law's sentence which sounded absurd.

"Yes, Biyan, I mean Dad, your boss is getting a project tender where you work right now. That person was definitely a big, wealthy boss who had a lot of money. Who knows, he is interested in buying plantation land owned by Juragan Ibrahim .." said Arif Rahman who increasingly looks confident.

For a moment Biyan rada-lag with the sentence Arif Rahman, but in the next second finally Biyan realized that it seems good father-in-law, Juragan Ibrahim, and certainly everyone ...

They all seem not to know that in fact, Biyan is the owner of a bonavide construction company that is currently being entrusted by the central government to handle one of the giant projects in their area.

"Ah, that ... That ... Can be set ..." concluded Biyan in the end although a little absorbed, because Biyan who had been confused to answer what kind.

Want to admit honestly that he is actually the big boss they mean, but Biyan turned around insecure himself, also misbehaving himself.

"Biyan, you sure can get a way out to get people who can afford the father's plantation land ...?"

This time Haris who was heard contributed, in convincing him, that Biyan could be the right person who can be relied upon, to get the best solution expected in the problems of his family.

"That's the case, I'll work on it ..."

"Akhn ... Biyan, I really hope you can help us ... Please ..."

A look of hope not only Biyan got from Haris one, but from every pair of eyes in the room.

Finding so much hope that seemed to cram his shoulders made Biyan no longer think twice when deciding to nod.

Then Biyan took a breath full of chest cavity, before finally speaking with confidence ...

"You guys just calm down. Because if that's the only way the problem is, then I can guarantee a thousand percent that I can definitely give you a way out ..."

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