King Haider
Mr. perfect

Arsen and King sat next to each other on the passenger bench with driver Parman driving his car. All three are now heading to the company where they are scavenging the windfall.

Arsen was preoccupied with reading the report through his email. King was busy with his own thoughts. Daydreaming, staring out at the streets.

"Still messing around? not focused on your job?" arsen's voice broke King's daydream. The man turned to his already matured daddy, yet still looked gallant.

King put his shoulder out. "Not my field." he replied casually. King still hasn't worked properly, doing the OB task as it should.

"Must appreciate your work first, whatever the profession" Arsen advised. "Where is the job as CEO? while you are an OB also not be a workaholic." exclaimed Arsen.

Arsen sighed, advising his son repeatedly remained unwell. Scolded, at law King remains unscathed. "Daddy is old. There are times when you take control of the family company. If not you, who else can daddy count on? it's impossible to leave it to Benzema, he's been too busy" Arsen said.

King was silent. "Later I will try to work if it has replaced daddy" he said.

Arsen. "You can't, if you don't have the experience and understand the world of business."

"I-" King's words stopped.

"Not just Key's educational background!" exclaim Arsen interrupted. King could not rely solely on his educational background. Business experience becomes the main capital. Many out there are only SD graduates but successfully run their business. While King during his life never dabbled in the business world. The man could only scatter the money effortlessly looking for it.

"Two months only, working as an OB correctly. Daddy will give you a pretty big project" Arsen said.

"I'll think about it." replied King who seemed uninterested in Arsen's offer. "The project must have been in the forest." his grunts.

Arsen could only shake his head at his son's behavior.

***

Although reluctant to accept the project from his daddy. King has been moved to work well as an OB. He will ask for another project, after the next two months.

"Tumben boss, very diligent" said Asep who saw King already holding a pile of paper for photocopy.

King turned his head for a while, then refocused the push of a button on the copier. "Gue will soon be CEO! so be diligent." he replied.

Hearing that, Asep excitedly got closer." Really boss?" like getting happy news. Asep was very hopeful with the promise that King had said. "I'll soon be his assistant boss dong."

"Ck! it can be easily arranged!"

"Asik.." twinkles were seen on Asep's face. It seems like the dream of getting a big salary to buy a house will soon be realized. Luckily, he got to know the son of the owner of the company he worked for.

"Boss, hape the boss from earlier the noise was tuh. in the pantry" said Asep who heard King's cell phone ringing.

King was surprised and quickly left his job. "Sep, replace Sep!" exclaim King.

"Hem, he said he wanted to work hard." Asep sneered. Just said it would be more diligent work, his duty back in the bestow on Asep. Like the days before. In order to become an assistant CEO, Asep willingly took over King's job all along.

King sighed, disappointed that the one who contacted him was not the person he expected. "Ck!" decaknya. "okay! I'm deleting all your numbers!" not getting a reply from Cilya made King angry and determined to remove and block Cilya number on his phone.

It's been a whole month King's been working as an OB. Today he received his first salary. Not as much as King expected.

"Sep, ntar malem is coming with me." exclaimed King.

"Where?"

"Gue treat!" said it. His first salary will be spent with Asep in his barrel.

"Every boss, in a treaty where the boss is rejected" said Asep happy.

After work, Asep went with King to his house. They'll hangout together later tonight. Asep was amazed to see the King's palace-like mansion.

"Boss, what house is this palace?" Asep who incidentally village people, never set foot into a luxurious house like this was so amazed. To Jakarta was only to complain of fate, living in a rented three plots. "Shoes off what the boss is doing" Asep said hesitantly as he walked into the house. Marble floors are very shiny, dear to be pijaknya by his boots.

"Pake a call." replied King casually.

"But it's dirty." Asep was still doubtful.

"Sister.has returned home." welcome King's sister.

"Subhanallah.." Asep was amazed to see a beautiful girl with smooth skin as white as snow. Her dress periap-riap follow the movements of the owner. Long, blonde hair adds to her beauty. It was extremely beautiful in the eyes of an ordinary man like Asep.

King nodded. "Where are you going?" ask her to her sister.

"To Aunty Clara's house.."

"Oh.." Soraya said goodbye to King. The girl just passed Asep. I didn't ask who that guy was.

"Boss, really cute! kayak barbie." said Asep.

"Then anyway? just ordinary.."

"That's the boss' sister?"

"Yes"

Before dinner King and Asep were already preparing to leave. "Thank you, boss." said Asep. King had lent his clothes to Asep.

"Yes, let's not hang out in my barrel" King said.

"It's expensive, boss. Can you sell again?" king previously said if the clothes borrowed do not need to be returned. Asep's brain base is always filled with money. Asep wants to sell those clothes, pretty good. Also used dear if the price turns out to be expensive.

King paused for a moment, then turned to face Asep. "Outfit you, can be about a hundred million." from the t-shirts, jackets, pants and dalamannya, shoes, watches in the acquaintance of Asep almost worth a hundred million.

Asep bulging. "Se-hundred million? who's really the boss? said stutter. Just for clothes alone to spend hundreds of millions?

King nodded. "That's my old shirt. You take it."

Asep. "Rather than in pake, mending in selling boss. I guess I don't fit in expensive clothes. Dear make."

King is a brow of Asep. "Dikasih even want to be sold!"

"Hehe. it's dear boss. Clothes are expensive but work is only OB."

"Lu quipped me?"

"Ehh. no boss. Talk to yourself again." replied Asep. "The boss is the Sultan's original."

***

While in a different place, Cilya was having dinner with the man who had just come from Mexico this morning.

"Son, how are you?" ask Cilya to the man.

"I'm good. You alone?"

"I am also good." replied Cilya.

"You look different. More beautiful than ever." the man admired Cilya's beauty. "Where are your glasses?"

Cilya chuckles. "Having retired. I want to look better than before. In order to build a designer image on me. It would be funny if fashion designing looks bad."

"yes too. Good luck with your dreams."

"Thank you.."

"And hopefully you won't disappoint our show later in Dubai. I don't want to be disappointed."

"Yes, Mr. perfect."

Seriate...