King Haider
Back to chasing dreams

King lazily followed his daddy step into the company. Never imagined in the slightest by him being an employee in the company owned by his daddy, occupying the lowest position.

Arsen announced to all employees not to treat King with distinction. They can give tasks to King according to his profession. Without looking at King is a child of the company owner.

But all of that certainly does not apply in the field, in fact no one employee dared to give the task to the new office boy. Moreover, his handsome face was very contrasting from all the workers. How dare you tell a handsome man!

You little fool! The punishment from his father did not deter King at all. The man was determined to work in the position he should and wanted.

In the pantry, King spends time playing games, regardless of his coworkers who are busy doing their respective tasks. Some are busy making coffee, lifting gallons and replacing empty ones, sweeping, mopping, cleaning toilets and many other tasks that are usually done by OB.

And that very day, the pantry became more crowded, the girls milling in and out just wanting to see the handsome man of his upper son, pretending to take something there. Attempting to draw attention to the crown prince who is currently in exile.

"Sep!" king called his co-worker Asep. Just a day, King had felt clop with the employee named Asep. Probably because the man was easily controlled by her. "Pijitin I sep. I want to give you tips if my money is back!" abugn. I don't know where the money will come back to him, save not. Surely King was talking about his parents' money.

"Every boss." with pleasure Asep obeyed the orders of the subsidiary owner of the company. They were only two years old, King was older than Asep.

King broke down the body of the long chair. "My back is sep, really pegel!" but not doing any work.

"Okay boss!" Asep started massaging King's back.

"Enak sep, your massage is steady!" yells. "Ntar if I replace the Arsen, I make you an assistant, would you?" jumawa. His mouth has no manners of calling his daddy's name without frills. Maybe King's still pissed off at Daddy.

"You are the boss." replied Asep passionately. "Definitely the salary is big, right? I'm where I refuse boss."

"The salary should not be asked, it must make your eyes literate." surely the salary of an assistant leader of the company is greater, than the salary of an OB who only follows UMR in Jakarta.

"How many bosses? can you make a nice house?" apparently Asep was lulled with the lure of the spicy-mouthed man. Understandably, all this time only mediocre life, even shortcomings. Life contracted at home petakan make her want to have her own home.

"Emm.." King thought for a moment, how to know him about the chirping house.

"That's why I can't answer! how to be a leader!" chirps Arsen. It turns out that Arsen did not do his son's job. As expected, King did not carry out his duties properly. "House S3 installment per month can be 3millions. Different again if on the outskirts, can be under 2 million."

Arsen gave his rough breath. "Daddy told me you have to learn from scratch before you become a leader. In the past two years, our company has moved into property. Even that small question you can't answer!" Arsen just shook his head. "Your brain don't make good thoughts! Learn Key. It's time to change more mature and responsibility."

"Where is your smart brain that graduated with the best grades? theory is necessary, but experience is also more important Key!"

King just silently digested his daddy's speech. While Asep is made stiff, do not know what to do, the grooves are directly faced with the owner of the company.

"Make coffee daddy!" tell him, then leave King.

"What is S3?" ask King.

"House is very simple once boss." replied Asep.

"Oh.. " King understood. "Bikinin Sep coffee." just got wejenang, but not in the listen.

"Ready boss."

In the afternoon King had gone home with his daddy. The day is really tiring, even though it does not do heavy work, just deliver coffee in the meeting room.

Entering the room, King saw a new dresser in his room, and there was a row of skincare on it. Cilya came out of the bathroom, the woman had already cleaned herself up after coming home from the beauty clinic.

"Cie. skincare is a lot.." King sneered at Cilya's reddish face, possibly the effect of the treatment earlier in the clinic. "Again trying to be beautiful?" Cilya was embarrassed.

"Udah is ugly is ugly Cil."

Cilya snorted annoyedly at her husband's taunts. "What's ugly, what's important is clean."

King was about to pass into the bathroom, but his steps came to a halt when his neutrals saw a lock he knew lying on the dresser. "Lu use my car Cil?" glaring in disbelief. He who has it is not allowed to use his favorite Lamborghini car, but why Cilya got the key. "Lu used it? who gave me the key?"

"That's dady said, your car makes my car that you sell." he replied.

"Whatt!!!" the man was surprised. "No, Cil! cars butut time in the change of cars as good as that." upset.

Cilya pressed her shoulders together. "Don't know, ask daddy." he replied, then ran small to avoid King's tantrums.

"Cillyaaaaaaaaa!" annoyed screams. How dare he throw a protest at his daddy. This incident just noon had made his daddy angry. His sentence will increase if he denies.

In the living room, Arsen and Lisa were talking. Cilya approached them because Arsen called her.

"Cilya, may daddy ask?" arsen said as his son-in-law was already sitting next to his wife.

Cilya nodded. "Yes dad."

"Daddy heard you were a fashion graduate? the designer? Did you make a dress for Sora?" ask Arsen.

Cilya nodded. In the past, he had sold his work to close friends including Soraya and Arletta, but it did not last long. Her ideals are buried after the presence of two new members in her family. Cilya plans to open a boutique.

"May daddy have some sketches of your work?" arsen. "We have a new project. Haidar Production needs a designer. In about six or eight months there will be a show in Dubai. HP plans to bring new potential. It's not just about hiring new models and artists. You can follow the event, show the world if your work is worth buying in the international market" explained Arsen. It is a pity that the talent that Cilya has is muffled just like that.

"If interested, send your work to HP. Or you can ask your mommy to go there."

"Good dad." chance won't Cilya miss.

"May succeed. Don't worry, there you will be helped Benzema. You know him, right? his cousin Key's brother?"

"Yes dad, Cilya knows Benz's brother. Thank you dad."

Seriate...