THE UNIVERSE IS FOLLOWING US
CHAPTER 88

1987 Year

"This goddess is your office now."

Om Burhan took me to papa's company. The building he said he built grandfather from scratch. That's what I heard from papa when I was a kid.

Eyang Kakung, that's my call to my grandfather, starting the business by collecting the belongings. He uses these items into useful objects such as fertilizer, recycled glass. And there are still many items that are recycled. The business that his grandfather pioneered developed into a small factory.

Falling awake to build the business. Raising MSMEs in the area where his father used to live. The factory that is now open by om Burhan became a sugar factory. It was a former factory built by Eyang.

The words eyang, papa and opa Burhan are very contradictory. Not that they are hostile to each other. They compete to prove to the eyes if they can stand alone without any eye intervention. Maybe that's how men compete. I don't really understand either.

"Goddess," said Burhan.

"Yes, um." I'm still trying to get to know my new workspace.

I am still a student but must be the director of PT. Son Nusa. Strange, I have no work experience. I'm 22 years old now. Still stinks of cackle.

I studied in the Netherlands with a major in management. I could go to Jakarta because such a major is in a well-known university. I want to have an experience abroad.

"From now on you will replace your deceased father. Because you're the successor your father expected."

"But, um. My college hasn't been around. How could I possibly go to college and work. I'm afraid I can't hold both." I said.

"Goddess, about college you just calm down. Have homeschooled for you. Om will send him the best lecturers who can give you lessons. You will go to college like most people. But there are certain subjects that are appropriate to the management of our factory."

"I'm going to college, Om. I think I'm gonna have a hard time dividing time."

"All your activities will be guided by Khairul. He is the one who sets all your schedules. From waking up in the morning to the evening. Irul will set all your schedules."

I heard it like I was short of breath. Don't I have time to hang out with my friends. Oh my God, I think I'm going to college just like any other friend.

After a few months I tried to adapt to the situation. Yes, even though I was always in the same control as Irul, the aide who was entrusted by Burhan.

"Goddess, come home from college you want to come with us to the movies."

"Sorry, I can't. I have to go home, I've been waiting for you." my dear.

"Your goddess is not cool, different from High School first. You were royal with us. Now play hard." protested Ida, my friend.

"Yes, sorry. I'm working now. Can't go anywhere. I take care of my papa's company."

"There are a lot of officers there. No one can help you. Free papa you their salary." added Ida.

"Yes, they also have their own jobs. The time of those who sit in my papa's chair is impossible. Yeah, I'm back, yeah. Sorry I can't get together with you guys anymore." I said to them.

I got into the car. From the windshield I saw their disappointment in me. There's a bad taste, but how else. I have to follow the rules that have been twisted.

"Non, today there are several scheduled meetings with clients in the company lobby. At 12 there is a joint meeting led by Mr. Burhan. There's a ..."

"Rul, I want you to reduce the schedule if it's above 12. I'm gonna finish my college assignment. Rest at home. I want a little in the breath."

"But,non. This schedule is from Mr. Burhan not from me. I'm just doing my job."

I can't protest. Right said Irul. He was just told. Everything is under Burhan's control. I can only take a deep breath. Will I continue like this. I don't know, dislikes should be enjoyed.

There are a lot of people out there who find it hard to find a job. Many scholars are looking for work. And I'm the one who sits sweetly can only complain.

After a few years of working as a young director at the papa company, I was at the peak of my career. Enter Iwapi and meet Tien Soeharto's mother. It was an unforgettable experience. Thanks to Burhan's hard upbringing and help from Irul for sure.

"Morning, Miss Dewi." said a staff member in the office.

"After Andre. What's up?"

"Oh, yeah. Why do you know? isn't this part of Irul? why did you give up this part?"

"I'm sorry, ma'am, I didn't check but Miss Linda. He asked to hand this over to mom. You see Miss Linda has a sudden need so she's tipped me."

He's Andreas, a long-time staff member at papa's office. I knew Andre because he was my upperclassman in High School. He said he could get into high school work only. I noticed that it worked very well. Still lost far to my scholarly work.

After Andre submitted a file about Irul's performance. I learned it too. There are a lot of irregularities in the financial records of the company. But why have no clients complained about this project. Looks like it went well.

"Thank you, please go back to work." Andre was saying goodbye in front of his boss.

"Om can you come to the office for a minute?" I called Burhan by the office phone.

"What's wrong? is there a problem at the office?"

"Yes, Om. I'm not thinking straight now. That's why I asked Om for help."

"Okay, om will be there. You just go home first. let's discuss it at home."

"Good, Om. I'm waiting at home."

Upon arrival at home, Burhan was waiting in the living room. One of the housekeepers told her that Burhan had been home for a long time.

"What do you want to talk about, Goddess?"

I handed over the files that I thought were Irul's betrayal at the company. It appears that Om Burhan read the file carefully. Not long after he shook his head. Maybe as a form of disappointment he on Irul.

"Irul turned out to be very smart at doing all this. Om also did not expect that he could cut the money of the company project. Actually Om's been investigating this for a year. I thought, this is a guess. But it turns out ..." Om Burhan rubbed his face rough.

"So what should I do, Om?"

"Let's explain what you got out of our investigation."

"Tuan Khairul is the nephew of PT. Machine Warior's. Companies that recycle used electronics. Where is the strong rival of PT Putra Nusa company. Where the company once lost competitiveness until almost bankrupt."

"Oh God, Om. So how should it be?"

"You just calm down. This will let me take care of it. And you have to fire Irul. So that he is no longer free to enter the office.Om has prepared a replacement for Irul."

"Who?"

"Andre, om already noticed her performance. Good, it works neat. So it doesn't matter if he replaces Irul."

Next Day.

"This, what, brother!" I threw the project's financial records.

"This is the result of our project Goddess. Many of our clients suddenly moved to the company next door. They think the company next door is more promising."

"But why didn't Brother Irul say it in the first place. If we talk about it, it can be antipated. This is if something like this has happened. We're the losers."

"Losses? you said loss? nothing to lose, Goddess. You made the company lose. You're the one who hasn't managed your job well."

"Why am I being accused? you want to turn the facts around. The company's money is clearly declining. Isn't this your job?"

"Now I fire you! please leave this room!"

"okay! but you'll see how I'm going to avenge all this! remember that, Goddess! bau kencur already dares to set up senior!"

"Get out!"