The Successor's Wife of the President
Ending of the problem Mr. Jono

Hearing the Secretary's scream, Arga immediately touched Tomi's shoulder to stop his efforts to reprimand the OB. Tom looked back.

"Master, your clothes are wet. We'd better leave your room now. Because soon the leader of the Aerospace Corporation will come."

"Yes, Sir. Let this OB be my business. You and Secretary Tomi should go straight to the room," continued the General Manager.

Arga didn't answer, he just took off his suit, and handed it to Tomi. While releasing the button on the wrist. Arga stepped foot closer to the skinny man who was still in his position. Hurry the man got up and rested.

"Master, forgive me. I'm sorry Sir. I really did not intentionally do this. I accept if I have to be fired, but do not ask me to pay a fine due to your wet suit. I'm sorry .. Please forgive me." The man who was over sixty years old was crying. Forgiving to the President of Arga.

Although I have never met before. Or maybe ever, but from a distance, and just a glance. But he often heard how the President was very cruel to treat his employees. Indiscriminately, if something goes wrong, the employee will be fired by him immediately. Even without severance, not to mention his high fine money.

Rumors about the President Director who has a Zionist attitude are no stranger to sound in their ears. Who is now standing in front of him. Hands out.

Wait a minute, did he extend a hand?

"Get up, sir." Arga asked with an ungrateful face.

However, Mr. Jono was even more downcast. Dare he touched the smooth and clean hands of the number one person in the Andara Group with his dirty hands.

"You ignored him?" Arga is back.

"Ta–my hands are dirty, sir." The skinny man in the Office boy uniform answered him stammeredly. Until Arga immediately grabbed his shoulder without hesitation, lifting the middle-aged man's body to stand up.

Everyone who saw their president do that, seemed very impressed. Even some of them are very eager to issue a cellphone to capture the rare moment. If only there had been no Secretary Tomi.

"Come to my room after my meeting..." His orders before he left.

"Emmm, i-yes, sir." Mr. Jono bowed. Even when Tomi's secretary passed her and they were all gone into the elevator booth.

The man sighed. Swiping sweat on the face that began to wrinkle, along with her tears.

The problems he faced were more severe at this time. Though he had to work hard for the treatment of his wife who was being treated in the hospital for kidney disease.what if he was fired, let alone to pay a fine for his mistake? He already has nothing to pay for it all, although it can still be worked on.

But the man is actually more worried about the fate of the treatment of the wife if she does not work. His three children cannot be trusted.

Rushing he approached the janitor, to help dry the wet floor. By occasionally wiping the tears that came out of his half-eye.

***

After the meeting, the door of Arga Sanjaya's private room was knocked. Secretary Tomi opened the door immediately.

"This is Mr. Jono you're calling here, sir."

Arga has not changed the slightest position that is busy messaging with Arumi across the country. Tomi took the initiative, asking him to come in and sit on the sofa. The General Manager was ordered to leave the room.

Hesitating Mr. Jono sitting on a soft and comfortable sofa. Both of his hands rested on his lap, polite.

"Sir, Mr. Jono is here."

"I know..." Arga turned off his phone screen, and moved from where he was sitting. Move to the couch. Right in front of Jono. "What do you want to drink?"

"It's okay, sir. I don't want anything."

"really? But I'll still give you something." Arga opened a small refrigerator on his left side. "Cold coffee, will you?" offering.

"Emm.." slowly nodded. Because He has to respect the President's giving of the Director where he works.

Arga also took coffee packaging with a well-known brand that does not exist in Indonesia. And put it in front of Mr. Jono.

"Te–thank you, sir."

Arga reviewed a thin smile. Let the man drink a little.

"You what's his name?"

"Lord?"

"Sixty-seven years..."

"Mother has been here a long time?"

"Yes, Sir. Since thirty-five years ago. However, it has only been placed at the center of the past year. I was at the Y branch."

"Ooo..." Arga rounded his lips. His shoulders tendered later. "Mother may be tired of working. Besides, it's too old."

My gut says, if this is the end. I was fired...

Both netra sir Jono glazed. He can't do anything but surrender. What about the cost of washing his wife's blood. Even if you have a health insurance card. Who wants to pay that bill every month?

"Tomi, give me a stop letter for, Mr. Jono," he said. The man before him was getting more and more down. Trying hard not to cry.

Tom put the map on the table. Along with an envelope containing severance pay.

"Mr, accept this. Starting today, you're officially we're quitting."

Mr. Jono could not resist the water droplets that had been accommodated in the tail of his eyes. Hands shaking. Slowly he opened his voice.

"Sir, I need this job. I really can't, if I have to stop. I beg you, Sir." The man slid both of his palms.

"I've heard it. Here, you are not stopped because I fired the father who made a mistake this morning. It's just, you're retired."

Mr. Jono pensive. His hands occasionally rubbed his wet eyes.

"I hope you will accept it..."

"Yes, yes sir. Thank you." Thank you." The hand with the dark, wrinkled skin color took the stop map and the envelope.

"Mother need not thank me. It is precisely I who thank you with the dedication of the Father who has worked in Andara."

The man with the aging line on both tails of his eyes just nodded.

"With that, we will still pay the father three times the salary every month. As a paternity day."

"A–apa, Sir?"

"Andara Group will pay the paternity for life as much as three times the salary of the father in each month." Secretary Tomi helps translate. Clear thread drips too.

"Su–really, Sir? Is it really like that?"

"Yes, take care of your father's wife. Treat him well while he is still at his side. After this, we will give you a medical access card for your family. So you can use it if your father's wife wants to wash blood."

"Da-where do you know, if my wife is seriously ill?"

"That's not important. Now, you can go out and pack it all. You are no longer active here. However, make the best use of your Father's Day guarantee."

"Yes God. Somehow I give thanks. Thank you so much for having a leader like you in this company I work for. Thank you, Mr." The father was in tears. To give thanks for what he is receiving right now.

A few minutes later after Mr. Jono came out. Arga loosened his tie sitting leaning.

"You tired, sir? Should I cancel the next meeting?"

"no need. I can still handle everything. Seeing that man, I thought. How can a person who is old but still working."

"economic issues. Often forces the elderly to work. Because of their children, they may also not be able to afford to support their parents."

"Ck! Why can humans be like that. Parents pay for their three children until they can get married. But why can't three children finance their parents who should be lighter because they can afford a joint venture??"

Secretary Tomi fell silent. He answered nothing more. Because he understands too. Some parents prefer to work not because they are forced but on their own will. Like his father, who still holds firm to keep working in his hometown as the owner of the best tea factory in west Java.