TABIR (The Actor Turns Out to be My Brother)
CHAPTER 87. MISSION INITIATE.
Dara seemed to stutter for a moment, but a few seconds later could already master her expression again. Dara smiled, a very sweet smile in Zaki's eyes.
"What are you doing here?" ask her with a voice as smooth as that silk.
Zaki even had a chance to think, it was foolish for Fatan to release such a prospective heavenly angel just for the sake of pebbles.
"Zak?" call Dara again while shaking hands in front of Zaki's stunned face.
"Ah, yes." Zaki rubbed his face in shame to be caught daydreaming.
"What are you doing here?" reset Dara.
"Ah, that .. emmm ordinary, business meeting. After this I will go straight to your father's house, I will make sure that great man will also be my father" Zaki said slowly and confidently.
Dara closed her mouth and blushed. The red curls on the cheeks that looked tapered were so real in sight.
"All right, good luck. I have to go now, there's still some business" said Dara.
"Ah, sure. Have a good day" said Zaki accompanying Dara's departure.
"Assalamu'alaikum" said Dara before really stepping away.
"Wa'alaikumsalam," Zaki replied gently.
Zaki was still there until Dara's back was lost behind the many cars parked in the office courtyard. Unknowingly a smile was engraved on his face.
"When the time comes, I will never let the angel woman always travel alone. He was too precious to see so many pairs of eyes" he sighed before finally stepping towards the direction the receptionist had pointed out.
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"Excuse me" said Zaki in front of a door with only one on the floor. Now he was on the floor shown by the receptionist as the main office where the owner of the company was located.
Chequelek
The door opened, the face of a young man there.
"Excuse me, I'd like to see Mr. Miko. I'm Zaki from company M." Zaki smiled warmly.
The young man came out from behind the door and smilingly shook Zaki's hand.
"Ah, Mr. Zaki apparently. Introduce, I am Halim Mr. Miko's personal assistant. Please come in, sir is waiting for you." Halim opened the door wider and let Zaki step inside, after which he again closed the door.
"Ah, you've arrived apparently." Mr. Jatmika got up from his seat and allowed Zaki to sit on the sofa to be more relaxed.
"Yes, Sir. Sorry to keep you waiting for so long, " replied Zaki with a smile off her lips.
After shaking hands, they sat down and Halim came while presenting some canned drinks and opened the lid to then pour the contents in two glasses.
"Please have a drink, Mr. Zaki. I'm sorry there's only this here" he said.
Zaki nodded. "Ah, it's okay. Thank you." Thank you."
Halim leaves Zaki and Mr. Jatmika back to his desk which is provided specifically for him in the corner of the room.
" So your goal here, would you like to submit a request for cooperation? For the project we're currently working on?" asked Mr. Jatmika to open their important conversation.
Zaki nodded excitedly. "Yes, Sir. I guarantee you will not be disappointed with the performance of my company, I guarantee everything you want our team to give."
Zaki stood up and shook Jatmika's hand.
"Thank you for your trust, sir. I'm sure you won't be disappointed with our service."
"Yes, I hope so too. Please don't disappoint me, because I hate being betrayed the most. Especially if only with a loud empty barrel. I can confirm that the traitor will be slowly destroyed." Mr. Jatmika spoke coldly, until Zaki shivered for him.
The aura of a big boss was felt as long as Zaki was still there. Mr. Jatmika really mastered the situation, Zaki alone until amazed at his charisma. I hope one day he can be like that.
Zaki came out of Mr. Jatmika's room with a feeling of pleasure, finally the project he was looking for succeeded as well. Now only just to direct his company to give the best for Mr. Jatmika, so that he is satisfied and will raise the name of his company later.
Zaki smiled a smile just by imagining it, hoping that all his dreams could come true one by one. He was sure, all this was thanks to his mother's prayer. And in a moment, Zaki hopes that more people will pray for him, so that his life will be more blessed.
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Ting
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Zaki presses a bell on the fence of the house whose address he got from Dara's short message, according to him it is his father's home address. And Zaki is there to carry out the next mission, to be able to justify Dara to be his wife.
Ting
Kegs
Zaki pressed the bell again because no one had come out to open the door.
Zaki stood agitated, he was almost half an hour ahead and no one opened the door for him.
"Mas, what's there?" ask a siomay man who happened to pass by.
"This, mang. Want to visit, only from earlier no one is open," replied Zaki worried.
The siomay man pulled over his cart and approached Zaki.
"This house is rarely seen, Mas. Even if they come out at least only a maid, it is also rarely they are more in the house. Yes naturally yes, his house is great gini. It must also make you feel at home," kekeh siomay while staring at the house meaningfully. As implied in his eyes that he should be able to have a house like that.
"Do you know?" ask Zaki.
"I go through here every day, too, Mom. Sell siomay, my house is right behind this house. My house is small, Mom. There is no way the size of the bathroom of this house," said the siomay handyman again chuckled.
Hearing the siomay man's answer, Zaki grew increasingly concerned. How can he meet his father Dara if this is the way, by restoring his coarse hair Zaki trying to find the answer.
"If the business is very important, yes in waiting for ajalah, Mas. Usually this hour also has come home from work, so I always know during my stay here. Who has this house is also friendly people, often my country and buy my merchandise if I happen to meet," tukas siomay handyman while walking back to his cart which he parked on the side of the road with in a stone so as not to walk alone.
"Now long, man? You see, my business matters a lot anyway" asked Zaki with a glimmer of hope in his eyes.
"No, at least half an hour later if you look at the right time I left for sale earlier."
Zaki came down from the front of the big fence and approached the carpenters' wagon.
"Yes, if so I order siomaynya deh one, Mang. Make a meeting while waiting," Zaki said.
"Well ready, my. I also like to chat, his brother was cool in the conversation," said the siomay handyman while giving a plastic chair to Zaki.
After his order was ready, Zaki sat down comfortably and enjoyed the atmosphere that afternoon by enjoying a plate of siomay and a glass of water brought by the siomayeer from his home.
Not long after, a car appeared to stop near Zaki's car. The luxurious and elegant car momentarily caught the attention of Zaki and the siomay handyman.
"Well, Mas. What did I say? That's home."