Revenge of the Tax Officer

Revenge of the Tax Officer
Adit disguise...


“Bos, Mr. Mahardikan with his assistant left for Bali last night.”


“Contact your people and follow them and report to me as detailed as possible.” Tell Adit to his man by phone.


“Message me a ticket to Bali!” tell the assistant.


Adit got out of his office and went to the airport. He was eager to meet Sastri and teach the woman a lesson. While in Bali, Mr. Mahardika and Danu immediately went to a luxury inn that had been booked by Danu.


“Papa has arrived in Bali then what next?” asked Mr. Mahardika to the princess by phone.


“Wait a minute, Pa. Just rest first while waiting for the next action.”


“Why Papa feels you are the boss here.” Sindir Mr. Mahardika.


Sastri chuckled, “Papa will forever be the boss for me. Adit's man is monitoring Papa so get some rest first. Adit will also definitely follow Papa to Bali. He's eager to meet me for his revenge.”


“Alright then. Papa wants to go to bed first. If you know this better Papa take your Mama.”


“Quiet, Mama will follow. I told Mama and I made a little drama by saying that Papa will meet with Madam Young Winata and soon Mama's plane will take off to Bali and there too there's Adit.”


“Your will definitely rampage once it gets here.”


“That's exactly what I want to outwit the opponent. I want this trip to turn into a surprise trip from Mr. Mahardika for his wife. So please succeed what Mas Danu and I have prepared there.”


“You are indeed a bastard-“ child


“Bye, Pa! Thanks.”


Tuttts….


Sastri hangs up the phone and Danu disappears from the room. While on the plane, Adit who already knew the mother figure of Sastri smiled triumphantly when he got a seat next to Ariyanti Mother.


“Mrs Mahardika,” her broom made Ariyanti turn her head and smile.


“I-iya. Sorry-“


“Oh, introduce me Angga, one of Mr. Mahardika's business associates. Madam alone?”


“I-iya. My husband is in Bali and he asked me to come accompany.” Said Ariyanti's mother stuttered because this was the first time she lied to her husband's relationship.


Adit is smart in conquering the hearts of mothers like Ariyanti Mother. During the trip, he did not mention Sastri. Adit asked more about the youth of Mr. Mahardika when pioneering a business.


“Maintaining is harder than building. Only people who have the maturity of the intellect will manage to survive.” Said Ariyanti.


“I agree with that, Bu.” Ariyanti's mother does not know Adit at all because Adit's appearance is very different from before. By using a wig, Adit is too perfect to be known as the person who once wore an orange vest PPATK officer.


“Bapak Angga himself has started doing business from what age?” ask Ariyanti's mother.


“After college, Madam. But I wasn't directly involved. Only invest in a few companies only.”


“Wah, that means Mr. Angga is one of the young billionaires of this country huh. Salute me to young people who are already forward-thinking.”


“They are too much. I have to try hard to get to that position especially I was not born from a family like Mrs and Mr. Mahardika. I had to start myself from scratch while the son of Mr and Mrs did not have to bother getting the position. Your legacy will fall into his hands. While me? I don't have that advantage.”


“You are wrong, Mr. Angga. Our daughter was not even the slightest bit willing to deal with the company. He has his own world and he is happy with it all. We also do not force him to follow the Father because it is useless if he does not have the desire. Which is not forward instead destroyed it company.”


The corner of Adit's lips is interested, “Bapak Mahardikan always conjures his daughter's intelligence above average so it is very unlikely that he will make the company destroyed. It's just that maybe he's looking to play enjoying his youth. I am also so but when the age has stepped on the number 30 then realize if life can not be used to continue playing.”


“Really! My daughter still wants to play. I've advised him many times but still he doesn't want to help his father in the company.”


“I am sure with his intelligence, he will earn money without having to bother thinking about the company.”


“Iya, he did get the money but for what? What we need is a successor to the company instead of employees from other companies. He worked desperately in the company of people even in various large companies but only limited to employees. While at his father's company, he could be CEO.” Ariyanti's mother is still a woman who is easily provoked by anything without realizing it has opened Sastri's work history on Adit.


“With his cleverness I'm sure he's not just a regular employee. He definitely got a special position in the company he works for, didn't he?”


Ariyanti's mother sighed, “What special position would it be if only counting people's company money. He always gets the same position in every company, namely the financial part. What is a special position? To be honest, we are tired of advising him. Three years he spent in and out of one company to another in different countries. I don't know what he's looking for by working like that? I ran out of words to see her behavior. Especially now that he chose to be a freelancer abroad. Can Mr Angga imagine what his goal is? Freelancers are uncertain. If there is work, there is money, then what? There is no career path in it to measure self-worth. That's why I object but whatever the power, all have the choice and we can not disturb suggat.” Ariyanti's mother looks sad.


“Mistress, trust me. The Madam's daughter was pursuing her wishes at this moment. After all his wishes he managed to get then rest assured that the Madam's daughter will definitely return soon and take over the company. Moreover, the slow sea Mr. Mahardika must also need a replacement and his affection for your daughter who will make him return to replace his father.”


“Bapak's right! If his father is tired, he will come back. Thank you for listening to my story, Mr.”


“Call Angga, Madam. I have not been that old to have the honor of being called Mr by Mrs.” Ariyanti's mother chuckled.


“How about we meet in Bali? Does Nak Angga mind?”


“Sure, Mistress. I may not object to receiving an invitation from Mrs.”


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