Revenge Revenge Hanna
Wearied

"We must evaluate all aspects of this office, it is possible that there is one system or policy that is detrimental to a party. So they're pulling out of our company together" Reyhan told all of his co-workers.

"And also .. possible enemies in a blanket," he continued staring one by one employees in front of him.

That afternoon they held an impromptu meeting because there was a very urgent problem. Some investors have opted to revoke their investments this year. It is no longer as extended as usual.

Since leaving Yukka, a company that handles the import export of⁰⁰, Reyhan invited one of his friends Frans, joined the startup with several other friends.

This company was founded about three years ago, engaged in making clothing patterns digitally. They created a tool, which helped facilitate the garment factory or convection in making,oJ

computerized clothing patterns.

Just joined about three months he has been appointed as team leader. Because, most owners of bright ideas and more quickly master all the tools they use for presentations.

While Frans is part of the sales as well as concurrent applications, which participate in installing and applying its use to the user.

"Are our finances still not stable enough without them?" ask one of his employees.

"Our goal has not been achieved, our steps are still long ahead. Making our product a prima donna in the market is not easy. Not to mention having to continue to innovate to boost impossibilities and compete with other products."

"We still have to continue to learn, explore all the tools available to facilitate the work of our customers. Therefore the trial and renewal of science directly to the experts, needs to continue to be done. And this requires not a little cost," he explained at length.

"Who's going to meet those investors?"

Suddenly a tall, white-eyed man appeared from behind the door. He is the leader of this company. Reportedly he is a subsidiary of a conglomerate owner of one of the garment companies. But instead, he makes a rival tool used by his father's company and hides his identity.

All 8 new employees stood up. Rarely do their bosses come to visit, only when there are urgent problems like now.

"Reyhan, are you ready to meet them one by one? Or are you Frans?" he looked at the two alternately.

"May we both, Boss?" ask Frans doubtfully.

"Can't! One of you should come with me to Italy, we'll flap our wings even wider" he said, sitting on the edge of the table looking at his men.

Until now, employees are confused and still curious about the rules of the company which is considered very unreasonable. That they are forbidden to find out the family of the boss, if they already know it is forbidden to tell anyone.

"What's it for in Italy, boss?" Reyhan asked as he headed towards the seat next to him.

"We will try our luck selling the garment machines from there," fee 10 % of the total net price of the product.

"And just so you know, those machines cost tens of millions and some even reach 1 billion!" he was enthusiastic, but not with all his men. Their reaction looked coldly staring at the young boss flatly.

They think that selling software that is no bigger than the thumb, they have to go in and out of the door to receive rejection and expulsion several times. Even dozens of proposals there are only a few that are involved.

"Try that ironed face first let it not be tangled! It was even more successful when there was no cheering," he said again.

"Where are we selling the machines, sir?"

"Yes of course to large gament companies, convection, even individuals can use if they want and there is money."

"Let's get excited!" his screams kicked the table.

"Reyhan, you meet the investors tomorrow! Frans you're coming with me to Italy, flight tomorrow morning at 6. Make sure 1 hour before departure is standby there, "he said while throwing a flight mouse.

Then, the man walked out towards the door with a whistle.

"Lha, what was he just who would want to meet investors if it was already a ticket?" frans asked, opening the ticket.

"As the saying goes, one grows a thousand dead." said the other employee.

"Gilaakaakk! Hundred million! Really this?" screams loudly.

They were busy dreaming with that kind of money to make Reyhan and Frans shake their heads.

"So what will you prepare tomorrow to meet them?" frans asked as they were about to leave the room.

"Otherwise, I'll ask you the problem behind it. Then, try to find a solution."

"Okay, word on tomorrow's progress."

The man got into his car and left the office first.

"Love ever told me Yukka was also going through something like this" Reyhan murmured still standing next to his car.

The night sky began to ambush, the moon up there was already sitting firmly on its throne. Silent star glints also decorate the infah nature painting.

"What's with this recurring event?" whispers in the heart.

Then he got into the car and ran his car slowly.

Arriving at Reyhan in front of his house, his parents were sitting together facing the park, with two coffee cups perched on a glass table between them.

"Assalamualaikum" he said as he stroked and kissed the backs of their hands in turn.

"Waalaikumsalam" they answered together.

"Have you been taken home to Sintanya's house?" ask the mother with her face.

"Reyhan from the office," he answered languidly sitting on the floor facing the garden.

"Well, wasn't it going to eat with Sinta?" the father asked.

"Yes but no, suddenly there was a problem in the office. So Reyhan dropped him off on the street."

"Why not go home first? Pamali nurunin chick on Rey's side of the road."

"Yes how Reyhan was very urgent, Sinta's house has been far away."

Both of his parents looked at each other for a moment.

"Other times you want to go as far as any distance from home your partner is responsible. Pick him up and take him to the front of his house" the mother advised.

"Yes, Ma." Reyhan replied briefly.

"When do you want to call the girl?"

"Mending as soon as possible, no more dating. You have known each other for many years," continued his father saw his only child was silent.

"Yes, Pa. Rey will prepare everything first."

The young man got up from his seat and bade to rest towards his room.

"It turns out very tired to hide this wound, tired to always smile when the heart is not okay. Tired of pretending to love when it never existed," her mind raged as she buried her face in the pillow.

Seriate...