Jagoanku Turns out to be CEO
3. Starting from the Beginning
Bimo really got down, in an instant everything he was proud of was destroyed.
All that was in his possession was lost, his parents, abundant possessions, all ease and comfort, all was lost and no longer in his possession.
He already has nothing now not even a blood relative is in his possession.
Nothing he has now, everything that used to be considered worthless and in a trivial like pocket money, is now a rare thing.
Where to get pocket money, have no work.
It all seemed dark to him, wanting to kill himself but afraid to die.
"Mas Bimo ...began tomorrow Mr. Joko and Bu Siti are no longer working here," while sobbing Pak Joko and Bu Siti pampit.
Bimo's lips were twisted, not knowing what to say.
He himself was confused about where.
Bimo's eyes glazed over with glass, as he pleased he said," continue what about me Mr. Joko ..? Ms. Siti..?
His life is ruined he has no one in this world.
Friends and friends no one wants to approach, except one .. Andre's.
But what power, Andre is only the son of a traveling fry seller who can go to school in Bimo's place because of his cleverness.
Andre had offered to stay at the place of his father's mother's contract, but Bimo had not had time to accept or reject it.
Since Bimo knew what the Andre family was like, his sister was numerous and the house rented was very small.
"What about me sir ..Ms..?'", back Bimo asked Mr. Joko and Ms. Siti.
Actually, he did not expect any answers from the husband and wife, because Bimo also did not know where Mr. Joko and Bu Siti were going.
During this time the two of them never left his house, like the other maids.
There is no term of returning home for Mr. Joko and Bu Siti, for both of them his home. yes ..there in the house of papa Haryo.
Even Bimo thought that Joko and Bu Siti did not have a hometown.
"How about Mas Bimo come with us to the village.?," said Mr. Joko offered and welcomed a nod of the head of Bu Siti.
Bimo did not believe the words the two men spoke.
"Indeed, Mr. Joko and Bu Siti have a village house.?," asked Bimo surprised because they had never once left his parents' house.
Her tears melted for a while, she hit Joko and Bu Siti's sir while saying a lot of thanks.
"Thank you Mr. Joko and Ms. Siti for your kindness, I promise from now on that I will not trouble anyone else" Bimo said in earnest.
All packed to start a new life in the village, the preparation was carried out school textbooks in boxes, uniforms and clothes in cardboard boxes.
Everything that was considered important was brought, except all Bimo toys were left behind.
Bimo had already intended to bury the memories of being the son of a rich man.
He didn't want the stuff to remember all the memories in this house, about his parents, and all the things he had in touch with.
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In the morning Bu Siti and Pak Joko and Bimo leave for the destination village, they plan to take public transportation between city buses between provinces.
all Bimo stuff that he pretty much brought himself, when he wanted to help Joko sir he refused it.
"Don't sir, I don't want to trouble Mr. Joko anymore" Bimo said firmly.
Even Bimo still had time to help Bu Siti's luggage.
Basically Bimo was a good boy, all this time he had never been insolent to the older ones in his house.
All the other servants and workers admitted it, only their children were wayward and lazy.
Maybe it's all because of the abundant facilities.
After arriving at bus terminal X, Mr. Joko bought a ticket for a certain city, an area very far from where he currently lives.
It takes a day and a night to get there.
For the last time Bimo stared at the area.
"I will return here with success" Bimo promised.
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