President Cilok
42 Let's be successful with me

Finished Bokir berwudhu, he also approached Damar who was already standby sitting on a prayer mat that was available in a special room to worship in his office.

"Bokir Kang who imitate?” damar said.

Bokir shook his head, "No, my religion is still a rich sucker!”

"Hmmm... Cetek yes superficial, no need to be stuck in Kang Bokir, let him enjoy our sweat,” explained Damar.

Damar's joke made Bokir laugh crisply,

"Hehehe ... It turns out you're funny too, I guess you're as detailed as you're mergokin I'm fittingly spying on you,”

Damar smiled, "The humor is needed by Kang Bokir, as long as it is still reasonable and does not insult others. About that, I'm sorry Kang,” explained Damar.

Bokir flicked his hand to Damar's arm, and said. “Akh.. it's nothing, it's already my job. And now I'm relieved, no more need to hide anymore to ask you,”

Damar smiled, he did not expect it to turn out that the person who was going to bogem his face was not as rare as it was seen from the outside.

"Are you ready?” damar asked if Bokir was ready to pray. This pelontos-headed man also nodded. Damar and Bokir then pray together with Damar who became Imam.

Meanwhile, Wulan was performing dhuhur prayers in his own room. Although impressed slengean indifferent, she is the woman who keeps her prayers. Because Wulan believes death doesn't wait for it to be ready.

Ten minutes passed.. Wulan decided to return to Damar's room because there were many things that he had to agenda for his superiors. Slowly and with a slight bend of his head, looked at the situation inside the room. Her net did not find Damar or Bokir on the sofa.

His left hand was still holding the door handle and opening it slightly wide so as not to make a sound. Then his feet entered the quiet room, but Wulan still heard a voice from behind the wide glass. "They again pray,” his murmur.

“Luckily I had prayed earlier.” he said in a small voice, then walked towards the sofa. After sitting his ass on the black sofa. The notification sound of incoming messages from the Damar phone that shows a crack in the screen of the phone monitor on the table.

Ting

Notification of incoming messages from Damar's phone lying on the table. The monitor screen of the Damar phone is on. At first Wulan cuek, after all he thought it was not his business.

Ting

One more message came in, and the phone's monitor screen was back on. Curious Wulan as Intel thrashed like lightning in the middle of a storm. Leaning slightly before actually reading his body he muttered, "A little peek does not mean I am kepo about the contents of the message.”

Wulan reads the contents of the first message listed on the screen of the phone monitor that is still locked.

📱‘Damar, if you want to come to Ratna's wedding, will come with me?

And reading the contents of the second message, Wulan frowned.

📱Please reply. I need a temen to make me meet.

"Siska" said Wulan reading the name of the sender of the message.

Bokir's voice made Wulan gasp, and pulled her body back to sitting upright. And then take the file that's on the glass table.

"Mar, I have a sister the same age as you,” said Bokir, now he has started to get along with Damar.

While walking hand in hand towards the sofa, Damar lun replied "Right? Who's name is Kang?"

"Eko Laksmono," replied Bokir enthusiastically.

Bokir and Damar saw Wulan who had returned, out of nowhere. "Where are you Lan?” bokir asked while sitting on the sofa.

Wulan was just silent and as if he was busy sorting and selecting the files in his hands.

"Hubliness! More people talk in cuekin ngene (gini).” grumbled Bokir.

Damar sat a meter away from Wulan and saw him observing the file in his hand, and refocused on the files on the table. Sighing his breath, "Until when, should I dwell on these papers?”

Damar then reached out his hand to the table and was about to take the map, along with Wulan who extended her hand. Wulan's hand was on the back of Damar's hand.

Wulan immediately turned her gaze over, staring at her own hand that was accidentally resting on the hand of the man she wanted to avoid. As fast as lightning Wulan withdrew his hand while clenching his own.

Damar concluded, now the woman who wears a black shirt and black pants is being misbehaved. Damar also said “From tomorrow, I don't want to see you in clothes like this anymore. I'm no longer the person you're spying on.” Damar said.

Wulan went to meet the man in navy shirt, he replied “What is it right now, Sir is giving orders to me?”

Damar nodded, put up a flat face mimic, “Ya. I want to see your beauty,”

Bokir raised his face to look at Damar and Wulan in turn, raising one eyebrow. He looked back down and saw the files while shaking his head. ‘Ono opo iki? (What is this?)

The hue of Wulan's cheeks seemed to heat up hearing the words of the man who became his boss now. No rebuttal Wulan shifted her gaze to stare at the file that was in her hand. He prefers to read out the agenda of the coordination meeting for Damar tomorrow.

“Start tomorrow. President cilok- uh I mean President Damar there was a meeting with the staff and marketing,” Wulan said without looking at Damar.

No one answered, be it Damar or Bokir. Make Wulan lift her face staring at Damar, “You heard me President?” ask Wulan.

Although not like the name pinned by Wulan the secretary. However, it seems that Damar must get used to it. “This quickly, should there be a meeting?”

Damar mangosteen, he felt Wulan more experienced about this, “Alright.”

When we talk about work

Damar's phone vibrated, the owner glanced at his cellphone which since the morning was not touched by his hand.

“Siska.” murmured reading the name of the caller.

Forced Wulan and Bokir finally stopped talking about business plans.

Then take the phone and slide the green button.

“Wassalamu'alaikum,” say hello to Damar on the phone.

For a moment Damar was silent listening to Siska who spoke from across there, “Insya Allah, if I have time I come,”

Damar sees Wulan and Bokir waiting for him to return to work, making him feel bad. Then ended the conversation with Siska, “Sorry Sis, I closed the phone first. Right now I'm busy, I'll call again.”

Wulan looked down at the file in her hand.

“Who was the phone earlier, rich in girl voice?” ask Bokir.

Damar put his phone back on the table, and again saw the files on his lap, “Temen, he made sure to accompany him,”

“At your ex-girlfriend's wedding?” sangka Bokir's.

Damar looked at Bokir and nodded, “Where did Kang Bokir know?” ask Damar, then remember that Bokir clearly knows.

“No need to answer Kang, I already know where Kang Bokir knows all my activities.” thought Damar.

Damar looked back at the file

Bokir looks at Damar and turns to look at Wulan, “Why don't you invite Wulan to your ex's wedding?”

Bokir's question made Damar and Wulan instantly raise his face. And stared at Bokir. Bokir felt intimidated by the look of the two, then said. “Kan, Wulan not many friends in Jogja, he will also need cement and refreshing,”

“Yes right, Lan?” bokir looked at Wulan.

“It does not need Bokir, the purpose I came here just for work. If not Grandpa Bagaskara who asked me to make an impromptu secretary to his grandson I have returned to Jakarta,” concluded Wulan and returned down to read his work file.

Damar sat with Bokir and turned to look at Wulan who looked very depressed with his new job. “I don't care if you want to go back to Jakarta,”

Wulan shook her head, and answered Damar without looking at him “This is already an order, and must be executed.”

Damar sighed, ‘It seems, it will be heavy for him to stay here.’ thought Damar in his heart.

“Let me talk to Grandpa,” Damar replied. “If you don't mind, I'll take you to my friend's wedding too.” Damar continued.

Damar's words successfully made Wulan lift her face and look at Damar, “Friends?” ask Wulan.

“Suppose so, yes you want to say enemy?” answer Damar.

“Thanks for your intention, President.” said Wulan.

“Well, this is better to see. Often you get along.” babble Bokir patted his hand.

“Already, let's go back to work.” said Damar was like a real President.

The three also re-constructed marketing and advertising strategies.

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The afternoon before dusk orange streaks mingled with gray color melted beautifully painting in the expanse of the mega.

It's been more than half a day, Damar's been struggling in front of his desk. All the staff members have already gone home.

All that was left was Mr. Bambang and an assistant. Bokir, Wulan and Damar.

Damar was standing outside the four-story building. Look at the building carefully. “Come success with me.” his murmur steady.

Damar focuses on one desire whose achievement enables him to gain many desires.

Wulan who was standing not far from Damar smiled a thin smile, when he heard the muttering of the new President of this fallen company.

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