Special Maid For Om Duda
Wijaya's fears

Chapter 162 has been revised please re-read it to connect with the next chapter

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In a small room consisting of several people. David sat pensively in the corner, not as usual a rame, and always joined the other friends. David is very different today. More precisely since he listened to the news on television. The well-known businessman and owner of the largest oil palm plantation, and the owner of the palm fruit processing was secured by the police, allegedly not paying the wages of his employees for months. Not only the basic wage of employees, but often threatens employees to work overtime, but no overtime pay.  Although David was anxious about the condition of his papa, but he was convinced that what his papa had could be sold and covered up the demands of his employees.

But what makes David anxious is, his papa private house has been controlled by employees who protest. He was afraid that employees who were hurt by his papal deeds would use this opportunity to make the house destroyed and could not be sold or occupied again. Although it was not the only house that Wijaya owned, but the spacious and luxurious house was worth much higher than the other houses owned by Wijaya.

"David, why do you think Tumben looks so moody?" ask one of the prisoners in one of his cells. Well, this time David did choose to stay in custody along with other friends there is no class difference and so forth. He really did not want to use the wealth of his papa to get special treatment. He wanted to feel like another inmate. Stay mixed and be treated the same as the other inmates.

Not only want to be equated with other prisoners, but David also when living in special detention he felt lonely no friends were invited to talk. She needs a friend to release her stress.

David looked at the roommate who moved beside him, and accompanied him to chat.

"Have you heard the news about my papa?" ask David.

The occupants of this garage probably all already know who David really is. And they are also quite amazed by the decision of David who does not want to be treated specifically while others just want to feel a special room reserved for people who can afford expensive, expensive, to feel comfortable and not disturbed by other inmates.

"Well, I hear you, why? Is this what makes you so moody."

"I'm just worried about my papah and my mother, how they are now. Even though my papah was wrong but I could not bear that he had to suffer. He is a person who during his life never suffered, never lacked anything, never felt life difficult. Now precisely Papah like this must be very heavy to deal with it. I was afraid that Papah would get sick and would get depressed. I have nothing but parents" David said in a soft voice. Lucky friends one space well so that he to vent was not confused. The burden was slightly reduced after telling stories with his friends.

"Don't confuse God for helping everyone. You as a child just need to pray for your parents. Sorry I'm not pretentious, but everything that happens in our lives is with the permission of Allah, and with the permission of Allah everything will be fine. What matters is that you now pray for your parents."

David looked at his theme who had just given his input. They did not know each other at first, even David had a negative thought with his cellmate, but after they knew each other David increasingly understood, that the appearance looks fierce, urkan, and, delinquent and very disgusting also has a good side. Even a friend whose body was heavily tattooed and whose face looked fierce, but whose heart was more sincere than his handsome self and looked good at a glance, but had an evil heart. Always envious of the achievements of others.

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Somewhere else.

The man who was no longer young sat with a blank look, not far from him there was a woman whose age was not much different from the makeup that trembled. Sit quietly with each other. I don't know how long they haven't been in conversation. Both are dizzy and confused how to get them out of this problem. The house was also controlled by his work. It has sent someone who is trusted to try to negotiate with the responsible employees who control the house, so that it can be discussed properly.

However, Vijaya's appeal was rejected twice. They do not want to be invited to speak well, but they have lost confidence in Wijaya because they have been demanding their rights for two months, and promised to be resolved carefully and speak from heart to heart so that immediately the complaints of employees can be overcome both wages and overtime. However, apparently what Wijaya did was not serious to find a solution, but instead Wijaya seemed to only take advantage of their kindness. Two months ago, no employee complaints were heard. All efforts have been in motion by the employees but Wijaya still promises and promises to continue, but for production and marketing is still normal. Even sales are no decline but employee rights are played.

So now when Wijaya really wants to negotiate his employees no longer believe.

"How did it go?" asked Wijaya, maybe that was the first speech after the full moon fasting spoke. Even Risa, the wife invites Wijaya to talk only to respond with a look in the eye. Which indicates that he does not want to talk first.

"Hard Master, the only way you'll pay is for their money and they'll just give you your house." Wijaya confidant gave a report of the results of negotiating with the leaders of the employees who were still guarding Wijaya's house.

"No one's acting?" wijaya asked in an angry and annoyed tone.

"Times are too many Mister, even the ones besieging your home are not just your Karywana, you know, but the friends of the organization who sympathize with their friends provide support and still do not want to go and speak well before their rights are fulfilled." Dude, Wijaya's confidant explained in great detail what happened on the field.

Wijaya looks to massage his head that looks heavy and feels very painful.

"Lawyer how, all the team how can not he just be silent when I faced a big problem," said Wijaya with a body leaned to the sova and her hand sewn her forehead.

"They suggest selling all your assets or otherwise the house is selling but it doesn't seem like it will be enough to pay your many Master Employees."

"Crazy for you, it's the same as you conspiring to impoverish me" said Wijaya.

"But if you keep on maintaining your efforts everything. You will lose your treasure in vain. You can catch up with the real David. Maybe now you can relax here and pretend to be secured by the authorities but not with the reports they will be able to keep processed. Consideration is good sir. You are facing dangerous people. Don't take them too lightly. Their union is strong enough. You can't stand it anymore if it's all together. Maybe it's not just your home that they're good at. It could also be your company they're taking over." The dude this time spoke quite firmly.

Vijaya and Risa just silently thought about what step they would take.

"If you are selling your company. At least you still have more money than the money you have to pay for the rights of your employees. And you can use that money to cultivate a new business. Starting all from scratch is not easy but it is not that it will be much better than everything that has been forcibly controlled by your employees and you are also in prison. My good thoughts sir." Dude again explained what he meant, and he also only intended to provide good solutions to his superiors. Not wanting to make a big profit.

"This is so much better than us in prison. We start from zero." Risa finally spoke up.

Long enough Wijaya thought hard with his intention. But he finally agreed with the Dude proposal.

"You take care of everything Dude, I don't want to get involved, my heart hurts if I have to know my company is broken and I'm going to be poor." Wijaya rubbed his face rough. He does not want to fall poor but he also does not want to be in prison. The poor are locked up in iron bars.

To imagine everything, Wijaya did not dare. Moreover, really he experienced, already frightened first before all true became reality.

Seriate....

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