Benalu's Son-in-law Turns Out to be a Genius Hacker

31. New sheet

In the hotel room, Stefan sat on the bed. Both hands were resting on his thighs. The view is straight forward, right in the mirror. Seen himself. Thick and slightly curved eyebrows, a pointed nose, and a pointed chin. Arms are quite large because from a long time ago as a teenager is a hobby of sports such as the gym.

Stefan vowed to prove that one day he would be the boss of a company and be admired by many. He promises himself that one day Bobby and his family will realize that he is not an underrated person.

Then with both grips of his hand, he gripped the blanket on the mattress hard, then fattened, as if he wanted to tear down the faces of his in-laws and in-laws. Stefan's breathing grew increasingly rough and his face grew growling.

He reached into his sling bag and took his cell phone, then called Mr. Wesley.

“What's up, Stefan?”

“Sorry to interrupt nights like this, sir. I apologize for not being able to complete the project. Progress has been running seventy percent, while the estimated time is still long. Please you find another team leader.”

“Don't tell me you're quitting, Stefan. Nay! We still need you.”

“Betul, I am no longer an employee of Sanjaya Techno. The SigmaX program has been updated to version 0.6. Cyber security companies will be kept safe. Sorry, because that's all I can give to the company.”

There was a rough sigh from Mr. Wesley. An impression did not expect that Stefan would leave the company. Mr. Wesley deeply regrets Stefan's departure. It's true that Stefan is still needed.

“We are not sure if anyone is able to complete the project in the remaining more than two months,” complained Mr. Wesley skeptical.

“Don't talk like that, sir. Rest assured, there are still many people out there who are able to complete the project. Don't rely on one or two people only.”

“Where are you going, Stefan?”

“I'm going to Switzerland. Working at Alfatech.”

“Thank God. Your dream has finally been achieved. Good luck there.”

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Stefan has agreed to meet someone in Jakarta. Upon arrival at a cafe not far from the airport, Stefan waited quite a long time there. Sipping black coffee while moving left right. People watching's. Trying to find out if there are people more destitute than him?

Oh, thought Stefan, sure. There are still many people who suffer more than him, who are more difficult, poorer, more humiliated, and more considered trash. Although his heart was broken to pieces, Stefan tried to raise his soul, spread himself, and strengthen his body, and more grateful.

Not long after, suddenly there was a pounding of shoes, a toyoran behind his back, and a tight sound fitting in his ears, all together.

The deg! Buk up! “Woi!”

Stefan was shocked and almost took off from his chair. He also looked to the right. But the woman shifted her body to the left.

“Jeez, Grace!”

“He-he. Waggle what?” Grace, who knew about the news that Stefan was divorced from his wife, throws a rather offensive question.

“Why are you so happy? I am sad though.” Stefan's face was not angry, but his heart was still bleeding.

Stefan nodded, then replied, “Thank you for your concern, Grace. Seriously are you sorry about my widow's status now?”

Grace switched the conversation. “Servant, lemon tea one.” Grace looked into Stefan's eyes. “My father still recommends your name to be able to work there. IT support but. You want?”

Despite the caste, Stefan remained sumringah. After all, if looking for another legitimate job and in a good way, would Stefan now be able to get it? It hard. So when he heard the small position he did not complain at all.

“What's my reason for rejecting it?” tepis Stefan, he asked back. Look at his eyes can not be separated from the two beads of Grace's eyes. Two beautiful eyes. Especially when the smile expands, more charming, increasingly making complacent.

Grace smothered her own mouth while she was grinning. “Entah I'm confused now what to say.”

Stefan was confused. “Why are you even so whiny?”

Grace's eyes glazed over as she had been holding back laughter. “Seriously, you ojol who helped me once? Seriously, you're the guy my dad was waiting for about four years ago to work at Alfatech? Seriously, you're Bobby Sanjaya's ex-daughter-in-law and Grandpa Sanjaya's favorite adopted grandson? Stefan, are you the one?”

Stefan was asked so many questions by Grace. Stefan responded with a small nod, then threw away his gaze while sipping his coffee again. “Hm, any other questions that will keep you out?”

Grace covered her face with both palms. The sweet woman still could not believe that the bully who used to help her was apparently not a random person. His face flushed red, then he let go of his quite blaring laughter, “Ha-ha-ha.”

Stefan jumped and shook the chair he was sitting in. “Grace? Your laugh? Little chilliness!”

Grace shook her head in wonder. His heart was mixed. After trying to calm herself down, then Grace was a bit serious. “Stefan, I was just kidding. You'll occupy the senior programmer position. In five years time, you will be promised a manager by my father.”

Stefan frowned while rubbing his chin.” Grace, you were kidding all along. I want to be serious.”

“Okay, Stefan. All right, now I'm serious. Suer!” Grace held up her index and middle fingers. “Senior programmer and will be promised to be manager. If you are still not sure, it will be right to see my father you can go back to discussing it.”

Stefan forced a smile. Although Grace had been trying to comfort him, Stefan could not pretend to be happy at this moment, losing two loved ones too poignant and deep, the jokes just now would not have been able to keep him entertained.

“Thank you, Grace. Are you leaving?” Stefan watches over one suitcase and one backpack next to Grace.

Grace siphoned off her drink, then replied, “I haven't seen my father in a long time. Continue I also want a holiday.” Fearing Stefan's invitation, Grace takes him on vacation together, because she knows Stefan can't seem to be invited to have fun right now.

“OK. We leave together.”

“How can you leave? Your ID and visa?”

“When in Palembang I have taken care of KTP and others. I have all prepared. Waiting for which way to come first. I guess I'll never be able to work abroad.”

“It turns out you can! Spirit, Mas Ojol!”

There's a thin ridge on the corner of Stefan's lip.

Hours into the journey, Stefan and Grace continued to chat and chat, many issues they discussed, especially about Stefan's future in Switzerland later. Yes, Stefan had already opened a new leaf, set foot on another, much more fertile ground, and was sheltering under a much brighter umbrella of the sky.