My Wife Drabia's
44.The most complicated

"Ansel, all investors want to withdraw their shares. And will transfer it to the bar company."

Ansel stopped his steps and turned his body towards Ciko.

"Why?, what happens until the investors want to withdraw their shares?" ask Ansel.

"Cause of the division of results. The new company offers a higher revenue share than this company" Ciko explained.

Ansel gave a rough breath. In the past two years, the company has been on the verge of collapse, although it can still survive.

Now what he has to do.He will not be able to if he has to raise the stock price again. If forced to raise it the same will make the company will go bankrupt as well, and can even be in debt.

Without saying anything else, Ansel stepped into the elevator, leaving the ciko without giving any solution.

Arriving at the car park, Ansel immediately entered the car. Ansel rubbed his hair back, then leaned it into the steering wheel. So heavy the trials he faced, Ansel could no longer.

"Drabia, where are you?" ogre.

If only Drabia was by his side, perhaps Ansel would be stronger in the face of every ordeal. But his wife was hiding somewhere. Ansel had told people to look for where, but not found.

**

On the top floor of the company building, Ibu Nimas is angry at Ciko. Because he heard the company's investors want to withdraw their respective shares, if their share price is not raised.

"Which company offers a higher share price than this company?" mother Nimas asked Ciko who stood in front of her.

"Company Citra Indah Bu Nimas" replied Ciko slightly lowered her head, because the middle-aged woman looked at him horror.

"Cintra Lovely?" mumbling Ibu Nimas, his eyes were squeaking thinking about who the owner of the company that just stood a year ago was.

"The company is offering a share price far above the share price of this company" said Ciko.

"Then raise the share price of this company" Ibu Nimas ordered without thinking.

"This company has been very bad since Mr. Ilham withdrew his shares Bu. To cover the shortfall of shares of this company. Ansel was forced to borrow money from the bank and drained all his savings. The company's loan has not been paid off either. If their share price is increased, this company will not profit what Mom" explained Ciko.

'Who exactly owns the company?. Still new, but already able to compete with the company's big inner company Ibu Nimas.

"I'll excuse you then" said Ciko.

"Then I also go Auntie. Why am I here, Auntie's son doesn't like me. And also I don't want to be the same Aunt if the company is bankrupt" said the girl named Inara was longing to leave.

"Then give me back the bag, necklace and sandals that I bought just like you!." Nimas' mother chased Inara and pulled the bag she was wearing.

"It's just take, I can find a richer husband." Inara returns the bag in her hand rudely to Mother Nimas' hand and leaves.

**

Elsewhere, a slightly fat man opened the door of the no one company room. The beautiful woman in the room immediately smiled at him.

"How's it?" ask the man.

The woman dressed in the syar'i nodded her head," it worked" he said.

"But I feel sorry for him" he said, setting his sights on him.

The old man sighed, he also felt sorry for the person they destroyed his company." After this you can help him" said the man.

The beautiful woman nodded.

Tok tok!

"Lake in!" sahut Drabia when he heard someone knocking on the door of his room.

A beautiful female man walked in with a fluffy smile on his lips.

"Drabia, Ansel will sell his company. Are you going to buy it?" ask the woman.

"What do you think?" ask the woman named Drabia.

"Hm! do it" he commanded his friend.

"What about Ansel?" ask Lea again.

Drabia took a long breath.

"Just calm down, he'll be fine." Mr. Ilham answered.

"Alright, I will have people as representatives meet Ansel" Lea said.

"Hm! now let's go home" Drabia asked to stand up from her seat.

"Yeah!" reply Lea

While Mr. Ilham, he sat his body in the Drabia work chair. And continued the work of his daughter.

Arriving at the parking lot, Drabia immediately got into his car, drove him to the house. Surely his new home after coming home from outside Negri. Likewise with Lea, he drove his car home.

**

"Ansel, are you serious about selling this company?" ciko asked the busy Ansel in front of her laptop.

"I can no longer afford to keep this company. Maybe it's up to here only his sustenance" Ansel replied with a sad face.

The company is the legacy of the late papa. Surely the Papa was not easy to build. And now it's broken in his hands.

Ciko patted Ansel's shoulder softly." I'm sure one day you will be successful again. Success with the effort you build from zero" he said encouragingly.

"I'll build a restaurant business with the rest of the money I have. I hope you still want to help me" Ansel said, though a sad look on his face was still visible.

"Of course, we will fight together" Ciko replied.

"We will fight together" Dafa arrived to connect their conversation.

"Representatives of Citra Indah company tomorrow will come to review the gospel company. After that, they will talk about the price" said Dafa sitting his body on the sofa.

Ansel nodded weakly helplessly. Ciko and Dafa could only take pity on him.

"Who is the owner of the company?" ask Ciko curiously.

"Don't know, listen to it said women" replied Ansel.

"If you are young, after buying this company. May that woman be my soul mate, amen!" said Ciko rubbed her face with both palms of her hands.

Dafa and Ansel immediately rolled their eyes. Among the three of them, the unmarried Ciko. Dafa got married over a year ago.

"It's afternoon. I'll go home first. Today my wife picked me up, she's already down" Dafa's saying goodbye standing from her seat.

"I don't have a wife, so I'm here" Ciko retorted, bending her lips down.

"May get married, find a girl" Ansel smiled.

"You didn't let his wife come home" Ciko replied.

Ansel leaned his head against the back of the chair, then sighed." I'm sure, someday, he'll be home. We'll live a happy life filled with love." Ansel reviewed his smile, imagining that one day, they would live a married life, and be blessed with one boy, one girl.

"Hopefully, your wife accepts your poverty" added Ciko who from earlier sat at Ansel's desk.

"He'll accept me for who I am" Ansel fixed his sitting position with a rough sigh." The problem is my mother" he continued.

"Until now, my mother still could not accept Mr. Ilham and Drabia. I think Drabia is too. That's the most complicated thing for me to deal with."

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