President Cilok
41 Muscle wire iron bone

Wijaya group Company is a company engaged in coal mining in P province and oil palm company in K province. It can be ascertained, that Grandpa Bagaskara Wijaya is a respected and influential person in the business world.

From starting a business that uses sneaky and dirty ways to advance a company. Until an honest company is smooth because it was pioneered from scratch.

But recently Bagaskara's grandfather was interested in buying a food and beverage company that almost had a downturn due to a cause. People are reluctant to rely on products from companies that brand King food.

In the car Mercedes Benz C-Class. Bagaskara's grandfather who was sitting in the passenger seat was circulating his eyes staring at the streets that had been past his teenage years, but because of the company that moves in the mining.

He also had to move to P Province with his wife, Ayudia Sriningsih. Living a life of lonely friends and emptiness after the departure of the only son who was willing to leave wealth in order to marry a woman who obviously did not get the blessing of Grandpa Bagaskara.

Because of the background of the Suciati family orphaned, and raised in an orphanage. And work in night entertainment.

A shadow of the past, making Grandpa Bagaskara feel like a human who is very hurt and arrogant. As a result of his son Gusli Wijaya who had the heart to leave the Wijaya family only because of women like Suciati.

"Mr Bagaskara,” exclaimed someone sitting in the front seat next to the driver.

Bagaskara's grandfather turned his gaze, and looked at the man who was still easy but had served as his secretary. "What's up?” answer Grandpa.

The man dressed formally in a black suit black tie paired with a white shirt and black trousers turned sideways to Grandpa Bagaskara, the owner of the Wijaya Company.

"Aren't you worried that Mr. Bagaskara's uneducated grandson could take control of the already-deteriorated company?” tanyakanya.

Grandpa Bagaskara was well aware of the concerns of his brilliant secretary. Bagaskara's grandfather loved energetic young people who could potentially have a future and ambitions like he once did. Grandpa Bagaskara said.

"Calm Romy, I believe in his ability. Damar is an energetic man, although Damar does not get the education he should, he will be accompanied by an expert staff in his field,”

Romy's forehead shriveled, "I mean Sir, Mr Bambang?”

I stared at 28-year-old secretary Romy. Grandpa Bagaskara again circulated his gaze staring at the scenery outside the car that was driving slowly, "Bambang is the directorate of food and nutrition coaching, and he was also a, he will definitely strive for the smooth running of the King food company that almost closed it,”

Romy was also mangosteen, "Well Cake, I think your analysis never misses,” said Romy, greatly admire the figure of the maestro in this business world, Bagaskara Wijaya. He is known for his ingenuity in getting around Asian-level business and entrepreneurship. Although Grandpa Bagaskara is not the number one richest person in Indonesia.

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After finishing a meal at a restaurant not far from the company.

In his room, Mr. Bambang asked the son of the marketing assistant to tell all employees to be allowed to go home first. “Begging all employees in the production section to go home only. And tomorrow make sure all employees leave as usual.”

“Good Sir,” replied Son.

“And one more thing, ask the marketing team to tell all supermarkets and other marketing offices to immediately carry out the contract signature.” said Mr. Bambang.

Son nods “Siap, Sir.”

After Putra came out of the room of Mr. Bambang which is next to the room of the President.

Mr. Bambang immediately busy with his work and set a strategy for food products that will be produced in mass so as not to buy time. For the smooth running of the company.

He was the person who served as manager and the person whom Grandpa Bagaskara trusted to guide Damar.

Now in the room Damar was no less busy. During this day Damar immediately struggled to the company files in front of him. With the help of Wulan and Bokir who also explained about doing business energetically and carefully.

During the struggle with the file before him, he did not complain in the least. All as if Damar had received with a spacious heart a calm mind.

Not felt entering the dhuhur time, Damar moved from his seat. And stretch his muscles that feel very stiff. He would not normally sit this long.

When Damar was about to step foot, the cry from Wulan stopped his steps, "Where are you going?” asked Wulan in a faint voice.

Damar thought of teasing the woman who had never shown this smile of hers. ‘Ketus the ketus, but do not need jutek also times, I work akh.. hihi. Find a little entertainment.’ oceh Damar in heart.

He turned around and looked at Wulan, until Wulan became misbehaved. This woman in her cold and indifferent manner turned her gaze circling to the walls of the room.

Damar leaned his body bent, approached Wulan's face and whispered in the black-brown woman's ears, making Wulan seem to stick his breath in the throat then closed.

"Sholate yuk?” damar whispers make Wulan's feathers goosebumps.

Bokir who saw Damar's courage could only sigh, and averted his eyes pretentiously busy with the book he had to rearrange after being ruffled by Damar.

Wulan was instantly stunned face to face with Damar from this close distance. The black netra were both trapped in a time vortex that brought about a fierce heartbeat that began to rhythmize. Wulan assumed that the young man before her could hear the rhythm of her heartbeat.

Wulan stretched out her hand and pushed Damar's chest hard enough. Until Damar lost his balance in an instant made him fall backward. Wulan stood up and walked then deliberately stepped on the foot of Damar, on his right calf.

"Arhhh... Watch you!” erang Damar endured the pain by reflexively holding onto his leg which had been stepped on by the ice-cold woman.

Wulan just stared cynically at Damar who was resting on the floor and waltzing away.

While Bokir just smiled amusedly at the behavior of these two expired young people. “Wah.. kaya will be difficult and continue to do so, the tension between the two.” said Bokir in a small voice.

Holding his butt and legs that Wulan stepped on. Damar stood up and asked Bokir where the bathroom was, "Kang Bokir, where is the bathroom?”

Bokir raised his face, "Tuh..” replied Bokir pointing to the location of the bathroom in the office room.

Damar walked limpingly dragging his feet, towards the bathroom that was aimed at Bokir. "Basar tuh chick, muscle wire iron bone yak times? A little bit of a kick, a little bit of a violent fight!” gerutu Damar's.

Bokir heard Damar's grunt, smiling in anguish, "Who told, teasing the female tiger!” cetus Bokir's.

The sound of water gurgling from inside the bathroom rang out loud, because the room of Damar's office was quite soundproof. After a while Damar came out of the bathroom with wet on his face both hands and feet.

Bokir saw Damar look confused in finding a position for him to be able to pray. "Behind the glass, there is your private room also equipped with a work desk and chairs. And the bed is also a small mushola.” said Bokir.

"Kang Bokir does not pray?” take Damar.

Bokir shook his head, "Again males, there's still a lot of work,"

Damar sighed, "Dead don't wait for us to be ready! At any time without waiting and without being able to be undelivered.”

Bokir was stunned to hear Damar's words, half-heartedly forced to walk to the bathroom and ablaze. Either because he immediately remembered death or because he felt ashamed of the lectures of people younger than him.

Damar saw a wide glass that was not translucent, walking first to another room in one office room. I can say tou in one. And sure enough what Bokir said, "It's an office, what's a hotel?" muttered.

There is another room next to the door for worship.

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