Not Struggled (R4)
°BDJ 2 : MEETING or MEETING UP
BDJ 2 🌼 : MEETING or MEETING UP
“Take care of you, and Allah and His Messenger and the believers will see your work, and you will be returned to (God) who knows the unseen and the real, then tell you what you have done.”—Q.S At-Taubah (Verse : 105)
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A man in pilot uniform just came out of an airplane hangar. Black sunglasses do not miss perched neatly on top of their nose. By his side was a bule man wearing similar clothes. It was late when they set foot outside the hangar.
“Hoam The bule man yawned, then started to open his voice. “Where are you going after this, Capt? Hotel or apart?”
“Mansion,” replied the interlocutor.
The man who had just yawned again seemed to be frowning. “Mansion? You don't usually go back there.”
“There was an important meeting this morning. So I have to stay there,” the information.
“Meeting? Wait, you mean about the merger?”
The handsome man who had just stared at the rolex watch on his wrist turned his head. “Hm. This meeting is not about a merger. The main topic is related to a large project engaged in tourism and accommodation.”
Pri bule was nodding mahfum. A merger is the diffusion or merger of two or more companies, with one of them standing by the name of the company while the other vanishes by all its name and wealth. Included in the company that remains standing on the basis of law. He thought the partner intended to accept the merger offer, apparently not.
The two men in uniform split up in a special parking lot. They have different purposes. Not infrequently there are several flight attendants and flight attendants who greet the two when passing by. The image of both as a pilot and co-pilot is quite fragrant. Not only fragrant, but also the pride of the airlines that overshadow them.
Especially the pilot. It is a star above a star. The hottest bujangn in the airline that became the place to stay. Not one or two flight attendants who volunteered to be a date or bedmate. But unfortunately, the beautiful man chose to refuse without much drama. He was also mentioned to have s*ksual abnormalities because he was indifferent when approached blatantly by the opposite sex.
“Huft,” omitted, when the vehicle that brought him home arrived at a mansion. There a valet officer opened the door. Then take over his suitcase without being ordered. The mansion belongs to his family. The place where the younger brother was given 'punishment' by their father when he often made trouble.
Dense flight schedule coupled with deadlines of work that accumulate, making it must be good at managing time. Last night, his secretary had e-mailed me about the meeting tomorrow. Therefore, he must be good at managing time. In order not to go down in the middle of his busy life.
As dense as the work schedule, he never forgets the obligation of five times. When he arrived at the room, he immediately rushed to take a shower. Clean the body then take ablution water to perform isha prayers and evening prayers. A new clock needle shows at 02:00 in the morning, New York time when he prayed.
He prostrated himself on the floor in a prayer mat, facing the Qibla. Greet the creator through the do'a and every sentence of the holy verse he chanted. His forehead fell down and resigned in his place groaning. That night in his last bow he kept asking for the same thing. As far as he goes, God is always close to His people who want to get closer. God is at every step and decision he makes. There is in every joy or sorrow that he can get.
Perhaps out there men of his age who have established themselves in busy lives seeking worldly pleasures. But not with him. He prefers to be busy pursuing education, career, and strengthening faith. So continuously, without glancing at the pleasures of the world. Because one thought, he was a man. Prospective husband, prospective leader, prospective head of household, and prospective father.
One day he will get married and have children. Getting married is certainly not easy. It needs physical, spiritual and of course material readiness. For it is impossible for him to marry the daughter of a family without a proper dowry, also without a clear picture of the future.
From childhood his father always advised that he be a man in charge. A man in charge will always think a thousand times if he wants something. He will think about the consequences of that desire. Even with him who since adolescence has pledged a desire. The desire to make a righteous woman his own, his wife, his life companion, the future mother of his sons.
For that now he works hard to find rupiah coffers while strengthening himself. So that later when the candidate is ready to be edited, he will not hesitate to bring his parents to the house of the idol.
“Hm. Tomorrow we will meet, yes,” softly while staring at the ceiling of the room.
After finishing the evening prayer he still had a few hours before the dawn prayer. He could use that time to rest. He now lays down his body to rest his body and mind.
“Bismillah,” wilihnya while trying to close your eyes. His lips muttered to read the do'a.
His heart and mind are thinking of tomorrow.
But he had to rest for a moment. The body needs time to recover. So he went back to trying to rest himself. Let the island of dreams take away consciousness. Make the performance of all the nerves of the body slowly relax, not as active when the subconscious has not worked. He must rest even though his heart and mind cannot wait for tomorrow.
I can't wait to meet someone I've missed after a full moon.
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“Ok, the presentation files are ready,” Said the blonde girl wearing the formal suit.
A-line skirt 15 centi above the knee, combined with a lilac-colored shirt top that is deliberately left open two upper buttons. Her blond hair was pretty well-grooved, left to fall wavy at the ends. For the ideal woman size, she certainly falls into that type. Tall, beautiful, has body goals like a Spanish guitar, plus blessed with a brilliant brain.
“Alea, listen.” The woman said with a clean sliver. Patting the shoulders of the interlocutor who looks solemn to study the holy verse contained in the Qur’an small size.
“Sodakaulululdzim,” said the woman who was teaching it, ending her reading. “What's Ann?” tanyanya.
The woman in closed clothes nodded. Then he moved from where he sat. “We are going to the meeting room now. Everything is ready, right?”
“Iya. Stay present,” said his interlocutor.
“Bismillah, hope everything is smooth.” Do’a the hijab girl while reaching for her work file on the table.
The two then headed straight to the meeting place. There are several staff who are checking the needs for meetings. Annante immediately placed himself next to his best friend and boss in the office. Alea himself took a sitting position at the end of the right row of tables. Not long after the clients started coming. One by one began to fill the place that had been prepared. However, there are two seats that remain empty even though Annante has opened the event.
The two seats are reserved for their two main potential investors. CEO Anderson Cooperation and CEO Azka’s Air. Until the event runs the core menu, there has been no confirmation of the delay of the two leaders.
“Alea, how is this? We continue or stop?”
The hijab-wearing woman revealed a small smile behind her niqab. Although not many know the expression of his face, Annante quite memorized the mimic of the face of the friend, even though only through the look of his shady eyes.
“Ok, we wait five minutes. If they do not come, then they refuse to cooperate with our company.”
Annante nodded. “Ok. Remaining 4 minutes 59 seconds more,” said Annante reminded. His eyes did not move a second from the watch on his wrist.
Alea and Annante decided to give the two leaders of different companies a chance. They waited, giving the two leaders or representatives of the agency a chance. Until the last minute came, suddenly the door was opened from outside. Four men in formal attire came at the same time. One of them was wearing glasses, immediately bowed and apologized for the delay they caused.
"They're representatives from Arga's Air,” whispered Annante. "They said there was a slight obstacle to this place."
The hijab-wearing woman is disturbing. “Ok, I can understand." Alea turned to staring at the clock. “Can we start immediately?”
Annante nodded. “But there are still clients who have not arrived.”
“Who?”
“CEO Anderson Cooperation.”
Alea mangosteen. “We just continue. Maybe we haven't done enough to work with them.”
Annante nodded then resumed his duties as a speaker. He straightforwardly opened the event and gave a welcome to the new clients. All the impacts were stunned by Annante's explanation. He was like a magnet to the people of Adam who inhabited the room. Except for a man who today looks neat in a formal navy suit. Instead of paying attention to Annante, he was more interested in noticing the figure sitting a few meters across.
“Next our leader who will explain in detail about this cooperation." Annante again threw his gaze to the side. “Chief Executive Officer of Radityan Crop's,”.
Everyone turned, staring at the figure that had been neglected earlier. Its existence is less powerful than the secretary who looks beautiful and charming.
There are even some of them who think that a closed figure that only shows a pair of beautiful beads is misplaced.
However, all these assumptions were broken when Annante called him Chief Executive Officer or CEO. They were surprised not to play. They think the CEO's daughter was Annante. At least, the character, speech katan, appearance, and tatakrama like Annante. But all of those assumptions are broken by a fact. The fact that the daughter of CEO Radityan Corp’s whose identity was previously hidden turns out to be a woman who looks syar’i.
“Hallo, ladies and gentleman,” Sapa Alea with the light sound of feathers. The clear-eyed woman then did her part. Taking over the etiquette to center on the topic that is being the main discussion of the meeting this time.
Everyone is hypnotized by the beauty and gentleness, he said, soft and tartil when speaking on the podium. Including beautiful men who hold the position as CEO of Arga's Air. The corner of his lips lifted, forming a faint smile. His heart was suddenly satisfied, his thirst was suddenly complete. His shackled shackles had come off.
Through this meeting he managed to find a candidate for his ribs. The woman who had stolen his attention at Soekarno Hatta airport, many years ago. Now he can find women who have clear eyes that are shady and alluring. His rib candidate later in life.
“Later we meet again.”
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