I LOVE YOU LECTURER!
I'M JOVA!
JOVANKA POV
Jovanka Lovata Barraq is my full name. At home I was called Jova, and my best friend called me. My employees and people who are not very familiar with me call me Jovanka.
I am 22 years old, I majored in Business at one of the Universities in Jakarta. Not without reason I took the business, it was all to obey the will of my dear father. He wants me to have a career like him. And now I'm in semester 7.
My father's name is Saddam Barraq, a businessman who is engaged in beauty products. My father's company wasn't very big but it was enough to finance our lives.
My mother named Tania Lovata, she used to be a supporting actress in soap operas in the 90s. Since marrying my father, he quit the entertainment world without a heavy heart. Being an actress is not her dream.
I also have a younger brother named Tristan Danendra Barraq, a 15-year-old who sits in the first grade of High School. Fighting, arguing and ridiculing each other are our daily activities. But believe me, we love each other.
If I was dizzy or had a lot of trouble I would avoid it and stay in my apartment. I have a simple apartment, my 17th birthday present from my Dad.
"Thank you Dad, I love you!"
One day my father had a heart attack knowing that the company's finances had fallen sharply and that his confidants had committed massive corruption. My mother fainted when she saw my father lying in the hospital. Seeing my father's condition like that made me intervene in the Company without being asked by anyone.
With my mediocre brain capital and a new business major I attended 3 semesters at the time, I took over the Dad's Company. With the help of the people in the Father's Company who were still loyal to Father, I managed to crush the Corruptor and restore the Company to its original state.
Although it took about 4 months. Yes, the name is also Minimalist Brain that has no previous experience, it certainly takes a long time to overcome the problem of companies as complicated as that.
I am grateful that my father was helped and cared for at home, after 2 weeks in the hospital at that time.
7 Months later the father was declared recovered despite still having to take medication regularly. But my mother forbade Dad from going back to work. They entrusted the Company to me completely.
Weight? Don't ask!
Of course at the time I thought it was very heavy. Plus the company is the only moneymaker we have.
From the day Father and Mother decided that the Company was for me to fully manage, Dad's secretary ordered a sign reading "Jovanka Lovata Barraq" under which the CEO of Group B wrote.
And the signboard is still on the table in front of me. Yeah, now that I'm in my dad's office, sit back because all the company reports I've read and signed.
My seat is relaxing, my friend! but not with my brain!
This afternoon I leaned my head against my super comfortable chair. My hand held the ballpoint pen I had just used to sign the pile of reports on the table, I bit the tip of the ballpoint pen, my eyes staring at the ceiling of my room.
Sure you know what I'm doing?
Are you all right! I'm daydreaming!
"Damn!" curse me by stomping the right side of my leg while I exhale as hard as I can.
Business competition is getting tougher by the day. Big companies are so easy to grow, while small companies like mine are really tested.
My memory goes back to the conversation I had with my client when we met a few weeks ago.
Flashback On . . .
"Hopefully this product is in the market" I said
"You're right Miss Jovanka, hopefully," said Hasan, Jovanka's client with a slightly hesitant look. "Since Group G Company is held by its children, many small companies like us have difficulty moving," he continued.
"You mean Group G has a new CEO?" I asked with wide eyes, because I just heard this news.
"Yes, miss, have you not heard that?"
"Not yet Mr Hasan, how great is he?" ask me with a very high curiosity. But I covered it with my relaxed attitude.
"Grand ..." Hasan breathed his coarse breath with a sad and worried look. "I myself have never met him, miss, because his identity is completely sealed, he is only known as the Son of Gibran, certainly it is not his real name Miss. All I hear is that he rarely visits his office, even when he comes to his office he will wear a mask and sunglasses, so that thousands of employees there no one knows what the real face looks like. It is said that judging from his appearance he is very handsome, dignified and still quite young," explained Hasan. Jova seemed to nod - nodding her head.
"What I heard, too, was that he had just returned from abroad. Not a year in Indonesia. His performance on campus was very good, he finished S1, S2, and S3 in just 5 years" continued Hasan. Jova seemed to raise her head opened her eyes wide staring at Hasan.
Crazy one! what's in his brain? Inner Jova
"You're right Miss!" hasan replied sadly. "Very influential!"
"Will Mr Hasan intend to withdraw from my company if our products this time fail to penetrate the target?"
"Of course not Miss, I am Mr. Saddam's most loyal client. I owe him. So whatever the reason I won't leave our cooperation, if it wasn't for you to throw me out. We will fight together" Hasan replied confidently.
"Thank God, thank you Mr. Hasan" Jova said despite a slight hesitation on her face.
"Same - same miss. Then I'm sorry. Because I have to meet with my other clients!" pamphit Hasan by extending his hand, and greeted Jova with mutual respect.
Flashback . . .
Since Hasan's departure that day, I have been daydreaming every time I read a report where there is no increase every day.
Group G is the largest company in the country. Almost controlled the Market in this country. Competing with him is just a delusion to me.
But in the past the movement of Group G companies was not as fast as it is now. The proof is that Dad's company can still move agile for almost 2 years I became CEO. I think the rumors of a perfect new CEO leading a Group G company are true.
Until I wasted a lot of time just thinking about ways to increase turnover, and trying my new ideas, but always deadlocked.
My lectures were often late and neglected until I repeatedly received punishment from the killer lecturer whom I called the Mad Lecturer!
Yep! he's really crazy!
Uhh! the campus and office business really drained the contents of my small head. I want to see you son of Gibran. You know? I want to curse you out - exhausted. Your performance really makes my small company become more dwarfed. I complained that afternoon by opening my lips.
The sun was getting down to the west and Jakarta was almost dark. I stood up to pick up my bag and walked to the door, I opened the door and I still saw my faithful secretary waiting for me at her desk.
"Why haven't you come home yet?" my many.
"I'm waiting for the lady to come out of the lady's room" replied Mira.
"Hemmh, yes let's go home" take me to him.
"Yes, miss" replied Mira.
We went down the elevator together, got out of the Lobby together, and split up on the parking lot. Because I'm the CEO, I have a special parking space for my car.
I got into my not so fancy car, and I drove my car out of the 30-story building. Of course the building doesn't belong to my father. My father only rented 4 floors there.
When I got to the red light, my car stopped at the front. My eyes opened wide when I saw a human figure that I hated so much was next to the street vendor's wagon, who else if not the Mad Lecturer.
"What's he doing?" ask me to myself. "Is it possible that he would eat food on the side of the road like that, from his daily appearance he looks rich, I can't believe that he wants roadside food. uh, uh, my eyes don't look wrong, do they?" I still looked at it by furrowing both of my eyebrows.
Tinn tinn tiinn Tiinn Tiinn
The sound of the car horn - the car behind me blew away my curiosity, about what the mad lecturer was doing there. Quickly I drove my car to Dad's house, past the light I didn't realize was green.
And here I am, Jova!
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