I'm The One You Throw Out

Frustratingly

A few months passed, the chaos in Zafran's warehouse grew. Suddenly many customers canceled their cooperation with him. Almost everything except the fine restaurant.

Zafran flipped through the report in annoyance, in front of him Jago was unvoiced. Look at the boss who is getting messed up every day.

"Damn! Why is everything like this? If we continue to think for a long time we can go bankrupt. Jago, try to come to them one by one and ask them why they do not continue to cooperate again" said Zafran grumpily at the foreman.

Jago let out a long sigh, having already explained many times their reasons to the master, but still he did not hear.

"Sir Boss, I've come to them and asked them why. Everything is the same he said the quality of rice we have decreased, but the price skyrocketed. They also say there is a new rice warehouse that offers low prices with good rice quality. I don't know who owns the barn? But there really rame," answered Jago explained more broadly.

"What's? New rice warehouse? No way, the price of rice is now high. If they sell at a lower price than us automatically they will not be able to profit. There must be a game, there are people who do not like my efforts going forward. Yes, you have to find out who that person is, Jago," Zafran said, thinking about it.

The man with his thick mustache sighed. There are certainly many who do not like him because of his disgusting behavior.

"Well, Boss," said Jago although reluctant actually, but because considering the message Seira who asked him to keep Zafran forced him to do so too.

"Boss! The boss! Outside ...."

"What's wrong? Why are you panicking like that?" Zafran stood up from his seat. Scattering the table is upset because his discussion with Jago is interrupted.

"I-it, on-outside there was a woman who was at that time home. He's got the police, boss," he reports, making Zafran's body more tense.

"What's? You sure it's them?" Jago stood staring intently at his partner.

"Yes, Bang. Not wrong again, he is now in front of the warehouse to come here, Bang," he replied again.

Panic was clearly reflected in the look of his oily face, it was certain that his heart was currently beating fast. The breath also hunts greedily, filling the lungs with air that suddenly thins.

Jago no longer spoke, he rushed out to confirm his colleague's report. Jago's steps stopped, buying eyes saw the arrival of Mala who was escorted by two uniformed police. That woman is not kidding.

"Where is your boss? I want to see you" asked Mala with her haughty attitude.

Sexy clothes remain attached to his body, has become a characteristic of a Mala who can not be far from the impression of sexy.

"Would you like to come here?" ask Jago undaunted.

Mala smiled obliquely, shaking her hands unconcernedly. His steps continued to enter the warehouse while pushing Jago from his path. The mustachioed man was unable to resist due to the presence of the police behind him.

"Oh, now you're a coward, yeah. I was like a rat crouching in a narrow burrow," Mala quipped when she arrived at Zafran's room.

The man got up, staring furiously at the woman who had been his mistress for some time.

"Would you like to come here?" ask Zafran growled.

Mala stepped boldly, challenging the weak-looking Zafran helplessly in her eyes.

"What else? I'd like to ask for the money you've been using. Everything you have to pay or the police will take you to jail" Mala said, folding both hands in her stomach.

His flaming red lips scored an unsightly smile. Laughing at Zafran who fell and shattered into pieces.

The man grew furious, he knew that this moment would surely come, but did not expect it to come so soon. Where financial conditions are bankrupt, plus the problem of warehouses that are back wrapped. It feels like the head is about to break.

"How much do you ask?" Zafran asked as he clenched his teeth.

"I'm not a loan shark, Zafran. So, just give me back the money you used. You know exactly how many there are, or do I need to give you the notes?" sahut Mala while sitting on Zafran's desk.

"No need, I remember"

"Ok, two days. I give you two days, if not all the assets you have so mine including this rice warehouse," Mala said, squinting vengeful eyes.

Zafran did not say, knowing full well his heart could not afford to pay all the money Mala in such a short time. However, the woman did not bargain, quickly turned around and left Zafran with all her heartbroken feelings.

Zafran brushed off everything on his desk, scattering it on the floor. Both hands clenched tightly, the chest of the fireworks hunting the air. The jago who heard the employer's cry rushed in and turned his back when the situation in the room was like a ship breaking.

"Boss?"

"ARGHH!"

Zafran slammed himself on the chair, squeezing his hair in annoyance. It's fucked up. Who wants to buy a home for a short time?

"Boss!"

"Jago, just spread it out to whomever wants to buy my house. I need money to keep from going to jail, Jago. Help me!" Zafran.

His two eyes radiated an endless despair, no matter what Lita and Mother said about the house he had sold.

"Mmc ... Boss, coincidence. It seems like I have sustenance, yesterday I sent rice to the restaurant, which has a restaurant like again looking for a house near here, Boss. Try the Boss there, maybe he wants to buy the house," Jago's advice reminded the owner of their restaurant subscription.

"Aren't you lying, Jago?" A little hope appeared in his heart. Let the house and the car disappear, the important thing is that he does not go to prison.

"What if we go there? Hopefully the guy's at the restaurant. We will not know if you never try," suggested Jago again who immediately approved Zafran.

The two left the warehouse, headed for their rice subscription restaurant. Dining place packed with visitors, especially during the day like now. A lot of people visit for lunch.

Jago took the initiative down and asked about the restaurant owner, he came back with hope for Zafran.

"Where?"

"There, Boss. We are told to go straight to the room," replied Jago sumringah.

Zafran was led down by Jago into the restaurant, and a waiter led them into a room. He knocked on the door without speaking.

"Who?" A man's voice was heard from inside the room.

"I, Sir. This is Bang Jago he said there was something important he wanted to talk about," replied the waiter who fell silent again.

"Oh, tell me to come in."

He let them in, and the door opened by him. An adult man sat behind the desk with a smile welcoming their arrival.

"Sorry, sir, I'm interrupting the timing." Jago makes polite pleasantries, while Zafran is impressed by the room.

"It's okay, please sit down!" He allowed both of them to sit down.

They faced each other, while waiting, none of them spoke. The male owner of the restaurant laughed crisply for the sake of expelling the awkward.

"All right, what do you want to say? Please, don't hesitate," he said kindly.

"Look, Sir. Yesterday I accidentally heard that this father is looking for a house near here again, what is it?" ask Jago carefully.

He laughed again, replying, "That's true. I am looking for a house near here for my future wife's gift. Any advice?" He smiled waiting.

Like a refreshing breeze in the scorching sun, Zafran smiled.

"There, Sir. I want to sell my house around here because I need money. If you are interested, I am very grateful. Here, sir, I have a picture of his house."

Zafran pulled out his phone and showed pictures of his house and the car parked in the yard. The man agreed.

"Mmm .. great, I like it. I hope my wife will like it too. Ok, so how much?"

His house and two cars were sold by Zafran tampa to the knowledge of Lita and Mother. Let it be, what matters is to be free.