Namoras
Namora's Determination

"Please. Uncle just worked for a month. Either the merit of what Uncle did so that in this one month, Uncle was instantly promoted to driver for the young Master. But it doesn't seem like it's enough. Uncle can only suggest that you be unemployed for another year. Uncle promised after our family situation improved, Uncle might be able to pay for your college," mr. Karim said to a girl who carried a tray containing food and placed it on a worn table in the back room of the house which was also very outdated.

"Nila's fine, Uncle. Not even college is okay. Later Nila will find a job that suits Nila's ability so that Uncle is not too tired to work to meet the needs of our family," exclaimed the girl named Nila.

"What are you saying, son? Bini and your uncle will try to get you to continue your education. So that someday you can elevate our family. We don't have children. You're all we're expecting" a middle-aged woman walked out of the kitchen.

"Huh... If only your brother hadn't died, it probably wouldn't have been like this. All this time, he's been working hard for our family. But it seems like God loves him more and calls him to His side" he complained.

The girl named Nila was just bowed. He can't say anything. There were no more words he could say. Also her tears were already quite dry and nothing else could drip. It all started with his brother who was killed along with his three friends in an accident.at least, that's the news they received.

Initially their lives although not rich, but it can be said not to worry about hunger. Because, all this time his brother worked. But it's all over when they get word that his brother that night had an accident with his three best friends and lost their lives. No one survived the bloody incident.

Now, let alone to continue his education, even electricity at home has been cut off by PLN because they can not pay so they can only draw the flow from good neighbors.

"Everything will be fine. Nevermind! Let's eat," take his wife to Mr. Karim.

"Yes right. At 9 I have to pick up the young master" said Mr. Karim while washing his hands and immediately took a plate filled with rice by Ms. Karim.

"Your young master is sir. What's the guy like?" Tanya Bu Karim curious.

"Like a Robot," replied Mr. Karim without a shadow of a swing. Then he slapped his own mouth for cursing his master behind his back.

"Hust..! Don't talk carelessly sir. After all, he is your employer" Ms. Karim warned.

"Robot..?" Nila scrunched her forehead a sign of not understanding.

"You know what? The young master was very strange. Not having emotions. His tone was flat and straight without any notation. His eyes were always cold as if there was cruelty there. But strangely, he was a very good man. I can barely tell when he's angry, when he's happy and when he's laughing. It's like asphalt. Flat fitting flat, corrugated fitting corrugated,"

"Are there humans like that?" Nila Muttered.

"There may be a reason for him to be like that. I'm judging, like there's been some severe trauma she's been through. Or the like. I noticed that people were keeping a great distance from him. Either out of respect, or out of some sort of colluding against it. But nevermind. Don't talk about it anymore. I am only a driver. Rich people sometimes like weird behavior," said Mr. Karim. He doesn't want to talk about it anymore. Instead, he focused on eating the food on his plate.

After he finished eating, he immediately said goodbye to his wife and nephew, then left the permai village to wait for Namora in the Martins Group's large office.

After receiving rejection from all shareholders, this time Namora was more determined to get two projects that were outside of five cities.

"CEOS. The auction of the project will start in a month. It's just that some companies have approached important people to smooth their steps to sign contracts with PTTN Rantau companies. As for us, we are still without movement. I was worried that there was nepotism among the higher-ups in PTTN to win one of them in exchange for making their pockets swell. It's no secret that every top brass will put their interests first in comparison to the quality promised by other companies" said one of the top brass in Namora's workspace.

"Everything. No need to be too pessimistic. They have a way, we have a way. All we need to do is prepare a proposal for submission that Martins Group will take part in the hunt for the project. If it's a matter of interest, we can also offer interest to them. What about Miss Aline?" Namora stared at the middle-aged woman who was currently only a listener since the meeting.

Miss Aline looked directly at Namora who seemed to be very excited. Then he just nodded his head in agreement.

Actually, his presence at Martins Group is on the instruction of Jerry William to help Namora in running all the ideas he has. This scheme is set up by Jerry. After all, Martins Group should be able to draw attention with some of the controversies they create. Obviously for fishing big fish, then it should use bait. And at this time, the fishing process is going step by step.

"alright. Now everything is clear. Do as we have planned. Remember that! You just need to focus on winning the project. As for those naysayers, leave everything to me. I have a million ways to control them" Namora said as she stood up.

"We're closed until here. I must immediately return to the city of Batu," Namora immediately stood up, then stepped out of the meeting room accompanied by Miss Aline and Mr. Burhan.

Along the way, there are a lot of things that they discuss. Including how to deal with shareholders who oppose it.

"Thank you Miss Aline. I have to get back soon. Since I was still a student, I would no longer be punished for not attending school,"

Namora shook the hands of Miss Aline and Mr. Burhan before heading to the parking area.

Arriving near the car, Mr. Karim immediately opened the door for Namora, then asked. "Where will the young master go?"

"Sir. Send me tonight back to Batu city. I still have school tomorrow,"

"Young sir. Please put your seat belts on!"

Namora did not argue. He then tightened his seat belt and asked Mr. Karim to leave immediately.

Seriate...