President Cilok
98 The Millionaire

When the busyness becomes more and more so, time does not feel passed. Success never waits when its time comes. Everything goes like what it really does. Because of success, a plan is carried out by action. And trying to make it happen.

So don't be lazy to work... Don't be lazy to work...

Inside the room, after Dhuhur prayer and lunch. Damar is getting busy with his work. With all his business. With all his routine, on his desk chair. A stack of file folders, and a lit laptop screen, show subjective figures based on research in checking all important documents in maintaining the integrity of his company.

Even though it was already in advance, it was scrupulous by his secretary and manager. However, as a President he did not want all out of his control. In fact, now directly he himself is looking for a golden opportunity to enter the market of globalization of the business world that is very profitable worth billions of dollars.

The focus on the file and the pen must be interrupted, when the door is knocked. Geck... Geck... Geck...

Damar turned his gaze, staring at the door of his room. “Log in!”

The door was opened with Bokir who held the door handle, then walked in to convey information, the pelontos-headed man was sitting opposite Damar. “Lusa is the inaugural hearing scheduled by the state court panel of judges for the Kusumo case, Mar.”

Mangosteen resin, “Really? So what cases would ensnare him into the bars, and how many tens of years did the magistrate judge sentence the bandit to the land?”

“There are many demands of Mar, from starting a case of violation of the rules of his company, and about the land that has taken a lot of casualties,” replied Bokir, a man who looks like Bari Prima, this, it can always be relied on, that's why Grandpa Bagaskara trusted him so much.

Damar understood that, as in quotations of wise words. “That's why the very dashing Titanic ship had to sink in the end just because of the ice! Because anything that comes from vanity eventually disappears!”

Bokir mangosteen, hearing what Damar just said, a picture of life. “Jaksa demands 20 years in prison, and all assets will be withdrawn to compensate the loss of the state and the people who have been deceived, Mar,” said Bokir, from the news information heard.

“So, does that punishment deserve Kang Bokir?” asked Damar, patting the pen to his chin.

Bokir was surprised by Damar's question, “What is your grudge still not satisfied, Mar?”

Damar shook his head, he had other plans, from what everyone expected of him. Not only revenge, but he also wants to show that now he is a man who has a lot of money in the eyes of ex-girlfriend who has been so demeaning. Not to boast, with the success he got. However, Damar felt that sometimes, everyone who used to demean him, should know. Who is Damar Mangkulangit now.

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In a luxurious mansion.

The auction event is being held in front of this magnificent classic-style house. Almost all wealthy businessmen bid with bids from the lowest to the highest..

“Two commas five billion!”

“Two commas half a billion!.”

“Three billion!.”

The voices of the auction, the mutual mouth-washing echoed outside the house. I heard it in the home owner's room.

Now a woman is crying sobbing, about the house she lives in together with her parents must be confiscated by a notary bank.

“Already, Na. Just let go of this house, we have to accept it, that this house is not Papi's house anymore,” said Vega, Ratna's oldest brother.

Ratna shook her head hard. “No Ma'am, I don't want to leave this house, Mami doesn't know that Papi is in jail as well about this house that must be auctioned.”

In the doorway of her room, second sister Ratna snatched her sister's words. “Already Rat, Mami will never return to Indonesia!”

Ratna looked at her sister with puffy eyes, “What do Mas Ilham mean, never say that, Mas!”

Ilham approached Ratna, who was crying. “Mami has been having an affair in New York for a long time! And he will not return to Indonesia!” exclaiming Ilham, while showing photographic evidence of her affair with a man who still looks young.

Ratna was increasingly confused, staring at the photos that Ilham threw on his bed. “Lying! It's a lie Mas Ilham, Mami can't be like this, Mas, Ma'am!”

Crushed melting all come in one time...

“Already, Ratna. Just stay at the house of Mbak, or Mas Ilham.we must be sincere about all these trials.” persuaded Vega, trying to calm his youngest brother.

“Better we focus on the health of Papi, Ratna.” said Ilham.

Unable to hold back the increasingly unstoppable tears, Ratna fell to her bed on the floor of her room. Hitting his chest that seemed to have crumbled dimly, the emotions grew even more inflamed.

Her marriage was ruined, and now the golden cage she lived in, with a flash of time would change its owner.

Vega could not bear to see the state of her youngest sister, “Already Ratna, calm yourself.. Not good, for your fetal psychology, Na.”

“Why did all this happen to me, Mom, why? What a mistake I made, Ma'am!” ratna said in a raucous voice, her feelings getting claustrophobic with sobbing cries. “I don't want this baby Ma'am! I'd rather just die!” crying Ratna, banging her stomach.

“Do not say like that Na, istighfar, Ratna.” persuade Vega, with a soft voice.

The sound of a hammer knock from below rang out loud, the sign of the auction was over, and now the house had changed its owner.

(Home has been sold for 4 billion!) the exclaiming of a man who was the host of the auction sounded loud enough, until it was heard up to the second floor of the house that dominated the grand classic European style.

Vega turned to Ilham, “Ham, bring Ratna's suitcase, and put it in Mbak's car.”

Ilham nodded his head, then picked up a large suitcase containing Ratna's clothes, and walked out of his sister's room.

With great force and tears, a puffy face. With a trembling body, Ratna moved with Vega's help.

Vega led Ratna to walk towards the door of her brother's large room.

When she reached the doorway, Ratna paused for a moment, then turned her head back. He circulated his gaze, staring at the entire room he had occupied during his life. His gaze was nar, his net was glazed, a warm water circle was back wetting his cheeks.

Ratna looked back at Vega, “Mbak, I want to meet the person who has bought this house,”

Vega nodded her head, leading her sister back to the stairs. Vega very carefully led Ratna down the steps one by one.

When he reached the first floor, Ratna stopped and spread her eyes across the house. The memories, as he was small to adult were engraved very clearly in his mind. ‘All gone, in a flash, I have nothing left.’

Vega rubbed Ratna's shoulders, gently. “Come Na.”

A middle-aged man who hosted the auction, as well as a staff member, approached Vega and Ratna, “Good afternoon Bu Vega, Ms Ratna,”

“Sore Mr. Johan,” replied Vega, friendly. “Pak Johan, my sister would like to meet with the buyer of this house,” Vega said, to Mr. Johan.

While Ratna was only silent a thousand languages, she looked at Someone named Johan with a sharp gaze.

Mr. Johan nodded, “Can, can, Mrs Vega, the Millionaire Mr. is out.”

Mr. Johan also turned to his staff, “Reno, please invite the Millionaire to meet the old owner of the house.” he said to the assistant.

Reno nodded, “Good Sir.” Reno walked out of the mansion, and called someone who was chatting with other businessmen. After a brief discussion, the millionaire entered the house along with Mr. Johan's assistant.

As Ratna rounded her eyes, she saw someone walking into the house that no longer belonged to her parents.

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