CEO of Maksa Marah

Chapter 75. What happened to the CEO? (1)

The next two days.

Lonely without Alan. That's not true! Tirta replaced him. Unless, without them, perhaps, Ervan is like losing a mother.

"Alan, it'll be back in the afternoon."

"Hmm" answered Ervan.

"Why?" Tirta felt strange with Ervan's different attitude today. He was more silent.

"Nothing."

What's the matter? Is he fighting with Sarah? Honestly speaking, Tirta would rather see Ervan with a bossy attitude than like this. Silence with a cold face, more frightening. Like before, before marriage.

"Do you need anything?"

"Call Jean and head of marketing, I want to see last month's sales rank."

"Good."

Why her? Tirta was confused herself, but was afraid to ask. There were times, his guts shrunk, when he saw the look on Ervan's face changed.

The one called, is already inside. Pias's face, as Ervan throws documents at their feet.

"That's a promise, you guys? At the launch of a new product, right?" his yell.

"Sorry, Sir. We are waiting for the report of the sale results from the S country. The response there was excellent."

"Three days. Out!"

Tirta flinched, as Ervan shouted. For a long time, he had not heard this scream. Why did he come back? Actually, what's up?

Asking? No? Asking? No? No, Tirta. The lion is raging. The only way, he'll ask Sarah.

Silent. Usually, they would joke and chat. Tirta got confused on her own, doing what.

"Schedule a meeting today. To all the division heads."

Whats? Suddenly like this. Oh, geez. He's totally relapsed.

Tirta immediately sent a message, to all the division assistants. And sure enough, they've been begging, asking for an explanation.

Ervan was sitting in the meeting room. One by one the division heads entered, accompanied by their assistants. Some bring documents, note books as preparation. Because, they do not know, what will be discussed in this sudden meeting.

"A few months ago, the company launched a new beverage product. But, the sale, not even to the target. Why?"

Wh why? They exchanged looks. Especially the marketing division.

"The company has disbursed funds that are not small. Even you, hire overseas artists for advertising. But, why is it like just a street in place?" continued Ervan.

"Sorry, Sir. We've tried our best. Rival we launch a new product, which is almost the same as the company. They have an edge in packaging design and also hire k pop artists for advertising."

"Then, it is not you who give the idea of packaging design that is said to be luxurious and unique. Where's?" Ervan's been breaking the table. Makes the atmosphere tense. "Hire a k pop artist? What was the difference with that artist from Holywood?"

"Ma-sorry, Sir. Now, k pop artists are in more demand. Regarding the design, we'll reapply."

"Tomorrow. I want to see it tomorrow."

"Well! Tomorrow then? But, _"

"Doubt?" Ervan was staring hard. "If the sales target this month is still the same. You, you and you, get ready." point them out one by one.

Ervan left the room first. Tirta took over the meeting. By, providing some solutions.

Returning home from work, Ervan is still mute. Tirta who was driving, did not know that she had to open the conversation.

Damnit damnit! I'm goosebumps, Tirta murmured. He relapsed and was not treated. Sarah, sister-in-law, what are you doing? The only medicine, the wife. But, it seemed like the medicine was being extremely bitter.

"You want to go home?" tanya Tirta finally.

"Hm."

That's it, hm, hm. Tirta increased the speed. Wanted to meet Sarah, ask for an explanation. The man behind him, should immediately be given a tranquilizer, before going berserk like a wild horse.

"Buy me some ice cream."

"Huh?" Ervan glares. "Oh, okay."

Tirta stops in front of the mini market. Before he came out, he turned to ask.

"What do you want?"

"Whatever."

Answers like this, which Tirta actually hated the most. The word is up, but in the end it always gets protest.

Don't want to spray. Tirta bought a lot of ice cream with a lot of flavors. Let him choose for himself.

"I bought a lot."

Sick? Or something happened? It's strange!

Back on, with a quiet atmosphere. The back seat, still enjoying his second ice cream, with a green bean flavor.

Arrive at home. Tirta opened the car door. Ervan is still holding a plastic bag filled with ice cream. The other hand, holding his ice cream that stayed a little.

"Father has come home," welcome Sarah with the little one in her cradle.

Nothing, strange thing. Sarah kissed Ervan, and vice versa. In fact, the sensitive one, laughing while embracing, the waist of the wife entered the house.

The vow! Tirta curious. If Ervan is a woman, maybe she's menstruating. But, this?! Tirta did not go home. He approached a waiter, home-strewn.

"What's up, Mister?"

"Did something happen at home? For example, a noise or a quarrel so."

"Nothing, Sir. Everything is fine!"

"You, sure?"

"Yes, Sir."

Tirta returned to the car, pecking at the door. Still busy, solving puzzles.

"Then, why is he? Pain, no. Fighting too, no. Coming moon? Haha..." Tirta's out on her own.

"still here? Why haven't you come home?"

Tirta. Buset, that's the eye's about to come out.

"I straightened my legs. It's dark." Reason that makes no sense.

"Go home, there."

"Yes, yes."

Tirta finally, got in the car. Although, it was still stricken with curiosity, but its life was more important. He'll think about it at home, call Alan.

Ervan has taken a shower and changed clothes. He accompanied his son to play, on the bed.

"Darling, why is the ice cream so much."

"Tirta bought it."

Sarah's enjoying the ice cream, the rest she put in the freezer.

"Did something happen?"

"Nothing, baby. Oh, yeah, check this out." Ervan gave the tablet to Sarah. "What do you think?"

"good. It's a nice and safe packaging design. I like it, unique."

"really?" Ervan took back the tablet. Mangut-mangut, with one hand holding a toy plane. "Sales target last month, not achieved. I'm worried about this month."

"What about marketing?"

"Say, they've been maxed out, even hiring overseas artists for advertising. I'm waiting for a market response, from S country."

"Awaits, one week. It's just coming in, early in the month."

"No, it's too long. I'm asking for three days."

Sarah just nodded. This was a matter of the husband's work, and he didn't want to interfere. Just give advice, if asked.

Little one, get out of bed. He can walk now. The way he talks has changed and is beginning to be understood.

"Father, tulun!"

Ervan came along, sitting on the carpet. Putting lego together, into a building.

"Er, want a sister?"

Uhuk! Sarah glares. Just now, her husband was in a bad mood, now changing rapidly.

"Dedek, small. Lutu-lutuna."

"Yes, cute little grandpa. Ntar, night sleep, well, same opa and oma."

"The opa? Your oma?"

"Well, grandpa, grandma. Call it opa and oma."

"Yes, yeah. I'm bobo same opa, oma."

Ervan winks, at Sarah.