Destiny Love Nirmala

Lose the Tender

"Pak Sakti Hendrawan, it is an honor for me because a successful businessman like you, willing to set foot in my company that is still crawling," said a man reached out to Sakti.

The man welcomed the very friendly sixty-year-old man and took him to the main director's private room and invited him to sit down to visit him. "Coffee, sweet tea or—"

"White water only," cut Sakti.

"In a moment," said the man after previously nodding his head. He then called an office boy, asking to prepare drinking water and snacks.

"If I may know, what wind is there that brings famous entrepreneurs like you to sign us?" said the man, whose name is unknown.

Sakti supports her feet with her back resting relaxed. "You know PT Adhigya Kusuma Djaya?"

The forty-five-year-old man seemed to remember the name of the company. His forehead shriveled with eyes staring straight at Sakti. "Adhigya Kusuma Djaya? Of course I know even well who the owner is. What does this have to do with coming here?"

Sakti pulled out a box containing several cigars. "May I smoke in this room?"

The man beside her nodded. "Bo-can sir, please...."

Sakti sipapi cigar casually let the man who was waiting for answers was troubled and also curious. Many times he let out smoke with a circle-like shape. The smoke now filled the room, which was originally emitting the scent of lavender, now turned into the smell of nicotine. "The owner of the contracting company is named Arman Susanto, right?"

"Right, sir," said the man nervously. He continues to guess the meaning of the questions Sakti still hangs.

"He just won a tender of 500? Luxury housing development project in Bintan Island. Right, right?" ask Sakti again. He took a sip back at the object on his finger and played with the steaming smoke.

"That's right, sir. He won the tender and I lost because I didn't have enough capital."

Sakti straightened his body and then turned off the cigar fire on an ashtray. He gulped down the drink that had been served to him then threw a piece of paper. "That's a check with a nominal 1 trillion. I want you to cut in the fold. Seize the tender, by offering a higher price to certain parties."

"But-but." so the man was worried. "That means I'm cheating?" ask him to confirm.

"The present age, if you do not use cheating, when will you go?" cicit Sakti assured the indignation of the man sitting on the side. "If you manage to seize the tender, it is certain that Arman's company will falter. While your company, will rise rapidly. Not interested in it?"

"Then what benefits will be your mutual assistance this time, sir? It's impossible, right, you give money with that amount, for free?" The man took a look at the hidden intent of Sakti's offer.

Sakti laughed and devoured a few almonds. He again made others curious and confused about his behavior. "I gave the money without any conditions alias free of charge. It was important to me to hear that Arman's company was collapsing and he was falling poor!"

"You have a grudge with Mr Arman?" look at the man who is looking at Sakti with a question mark.

The man with the hair lowered his face. "Sorry sir, for the sassness of my attitude."

The body moved from its original seat to the chair, now standing upright. "My business is done with you .. I look forward to the happy news about Arman. So don't disappoint me, I. French!!"

"Ba-good, Sir. I won't disappoint you."

Sakti walked out of the room wearing her sunglasses. Smile full of cunning, the highest of red-and-black lips. "Dear nala, soon you will belong to Om!"

...***...

A few days later from Sakti meeting with Frans. There was news that the tender that was originally won, PT Adhigya Kusuma Djaya, now turned to PT Golden Tiger. This news spread quickly, especially among contractors, until it reached the ears of Sakti who in fact was not a person engaged in construction.

"Ah...why can this suddenly mess up anyway?!" Arman threw all the tender files and bills from some of the parties he was involved in this gig project. He pulled his hair rough and groaned in annoyance. "May Frans company that is still as long as corn defeat my company, in a rotten way too! Is this karma for me because it destroyed Ahmad's company until he was stressed and died followed by his brother, Azizah?"

Anger instantly turned into a blaring laugh. "Karma? What is karma? There is no such thing as karma, especially for Engineer Arman Susanto!!"

Arman continued to talk to himself about the great misfortune that befell him this time. Sometimes he laughs, occasionally shouts and moans loudly. The big hopes where he wants to spoil the beloved child, extinctlah already. Because he suffered massive losses and it is certain that his company experienced a budget deficit and also a shock.

The teary-eyed man returned to his bad habits by visiting nightlife venues. In times of slump like this and when hit by a big exam, the memory in his head is only a place full of miserliness. A place he thought could solve problems. However, it will only add to the complicated problem.

"Sorry sir, you haven't paid for your drink," reprimanded one of the waiters. Arman immediately stood up and pulled the collar of the waiter clothes and then hit him in the face. "Body guard, drag this guy out!!!" the decree of the committee to two men who are fat.

Because of the commotion made by Arman, he had to be willing to be dragged and thrown into the streets along with the swearing intended for him.

Arman slammed onto the sidewalk. He returned the swearing of the two men with insults as well as harsh words. "Slap...!!! You don't know who I am, do you...?"

"It wasn't Om Arman, was it? How rich is that?" muttered a girl who was standing not far from where Arman was toppled. "I photographed ah..," He took a picture of the old man in a disheveled condition of his clothes and hair. Seen in his left hand, a bottle of drink he had finished.

The girl, who had a piercing on her side of the nose, sent a photo of Arman to social networks. With the title, "The Father of a Nala Susanto Turns Out to be a Liquor Addict". This news quickly spread among students. Who does not know Nala Susanto. The sexy and beautiful girl, but famous very arrogant.

Everyone was so enthusiastic about gossiping about the sexy woman. Until they forget that they themselves have sins and dishonors that God may still cover up until now.

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