King Haider
Because Camelia

Camelia, the woman's name that led to King's expulsion from his family. The woman managed to trick King, taking advantage of the man's sincere love. Taking over the ownership of Arsen's three hard-earned daddy cafes developed from scratch, as well as luxury apartments, and how much money King spent to support Camelia, his first love.

His grandfather's legacy company was almost completely brushed away by Camelia, fortunately it can still be saved. Love makes King blind and lost his mind. Far away following his first love to Germany, instead fooled all-out by the woman. How pathetic!

Arsen's decision to expel King from his family was solely to teach his son a lesson in order to better appreciate the meaning of life and become more independent.

"Darling, until when do you want to keep lashing me?" the passing of her son made Lisa quiet. Upset by Arsen's decision which he thinks is outrageous. Moreover, King leaving the house did not bring anything. As a mother, must be worried about her child, have you eaten what yet? sleep where? is she doing okay?

"You have the heart, ngusir our son!" said Lisa. Calling his son to ask him the news can't.

Arsen exhaled his breath rough. "The child must be punished. Let's know it's hard to be happy living life!" all this time King was given luxurious facilities from him, do not know what the meaning of distress. Perhaps because of that, King easily scattered his treasure without a second thought.

As early as Arsen, the man was good at managing business. His brain is diluted to add to the coffers of money. Hard worker! not only do you know how to spend money, but you are also smart in making money. Very different from his son.

"But it doesn't have to be kicked out either! I'm kesel mas same to you!" exclaim Lisa.

"Ck! yes, I don't mind the same sprain as me." said Arsen casually. "Ntar Malem will also melt again if I work!" that's Lisa. The afternoon will scold her husband for remembering his son, but if the night will melt with Arsen's mainstay.

***

Cilya prepared breakfast for herself and King who today started working. The girl painstakingly arranged her homemade sandwich and gave it to King. "Here, eat." Cilya's treatment is like a wife serving the husband.

"I'm milking." King took the sandwich and ate it, then ordered Cilya to get him a glass of milk.

"Don't drink orange juice?" usually King will ask orange juice as a complement to his breakfast. Although he had no money, King was still in his habit. Can't change a little fancy diet to a simple one. Here Cilya who has money, but the girl who has to save anyway. The breakfast was just a regular egg, sometimes fried rice.

"So!" answer's short. Cilya, according to him, took milk in the refrigerator.

"Want me to take you?" ask Cilya, who intends to take King first to work, before he leaves for school.

"Gue who brought the car" said King while chewing breakfast by enjoying it.

"Yes, take me first, you will bring the car." said Cilya.

"Ck! how can I bring you! could be late. You ride the angkot only, if not ojeg deh.." heartless King told the owner of the car to leave by public transportation.

Cilya. "But.." wanted to refuse, but his tongue was always confused to say no to King.

"Yaelah. butut car too. Very tickle!" already insulting, forcing, really do not know yourself!

"Yes." again the innocent girl agreed.

Driving a million people's car is not King Haidar. Usually the man will drive a luxury car limited edition output. But now he is not a Haidar, but a man named Parman Suherman.

Driving to Ali's office takes twenty-five minutes. King parked his car in the office that only has three floors. King entered haughtily, his handsome face making the man confidently full of arrogance.

"Where is Ali?" ask King at the reception. The woman who works as a receptionist was stunned because of the arrival of a handsome man.

"Sir Ali hasn't come yet mas, uh. sir."

"Don't call me sir, I'm better at being horrified. I'm still young." said King, drying one eye, while drying. It just makes the woman sparkle happily.

"OKAY. I'd like to meet. Tell me Ali's friend." said King. The man knew that Novita was his friend's wife. Which means the owner of this company, the rich widow.

"Good mas." immediately contact Novita secretary, tell if there are guests. "What's the name?" tanyakanya.

King scratched his non-itchy nape. Confused what to answer. Too embarrassed to say his new name, which does not match his familiar face. There was no problem with the name he was given. But it doesn't feel right.

"Mass?"

"Emm.. name huh?" King thought for a moment. "Arm! yes. said Arman." At least it's more appropriate.

Novita meets King. Like other women, Novita was stunned by King's good looks. "You sure? want to take this job?" with a pretty handsome face, Novita doubted King deserved to work as a tour guide.

"Yes!" answer's short. King doesn't like the way Novita looks at him. Like a woman who has no husband. The full look of the dammba, instead of King being too pensive, but that was the reality. Novita admires King.

Novita. "Today you can start training."

"okay."

Novita frowned. King did not say thank you at all when given the opportunity to work in his company was too indifferent and disrespectful to the boss. "Who is he?" Novita. Ali never told me who King really was. Ali only told me that his old friend was in need of work.

"Woi!" Ali greeted King. "Where is the training? easy right?"

"It just looks like it's all that way.."

"That means tomorrow we can start working."

"Every dong but you are also ready for a salary for me." said King. Not yet working has been talking about salary.

"Wait.wait.." Ali interjected, wanting to clarify, afraid that King was wrong. "Have you talked to HRD?" ask Ali.

King shakes. "So just say ama bini you."

"So you don't know what the monthly salary is?" King nodded back.

"Keep you think you'll get what salary?"

"Emm. if in the company bokap I ordinary employees usually yes ampe two digits."

"Can! I can guess. You must have paid that kind of salary." Ali took a breath. "It's a small company, not rich got your bokap. So the salary is also pretty sluggish.."

"How much?" ask King.

"Make your t-shirts too!" ali replied "The biggest salary here is the manager. Just a million enem!"

"Whatt!!!!" how is he doing? what if a manager's salary was only six million?

Seriate...