I'm the Unacknowledged

Negotiating

After school, it didn't take long for Miki to get to know the neighborhood in which she lives today. Miki does have an above average level of intelligence. So that he can easily remember the various places he had visited. Plus, Miki enjoys adventuring and visiting new places.

One place that had made Miki's heart so interested when he accidentally saw it, was Lake Nirmala. Somehow this place seemed to store a magnet when Miki was passing through it. From then on, he started surfing the internet to find out about the place. Until the end, this place is what he always visited when his heart felt chaotic.

"I told you never to ruin my life. This is the result if you disturb me. Shit, Shit!"

Miki snorted in annoyance as she re-imagined what she had done to her classmates.

"Good, Ilona! Why did you bring me into this world if only for you to just throw it away! You really are a demon, Ilona! May you rot in hell!" sumpat Miki while throwing pebbles in the middle of the lake.

His heart ached when he recalled the insults thrown by his friend.

"Bas on the child's pick!" dion's snort was visibly upset when Miki was unwilling to obey his orders.

Miki moved from the seat. He had absolutely no desire to deal with the head of such a powerful class.

"Stop me saying, Stupid! Don't you know that I'm the class president here? As class president, I order you to remove the blackboard before the teacher arrives. Quickly work!" Dion gave the order again.

Miki who was basically not the kind of kid who liked to be governed, could only smile cynically in response to Dion's words.

"That's Dion, don't bother him. You can order the picket today, right to do the job. Isn't today your turn and your group for class picket work?" admonish Clara trying to be a mediator.

"But it can't, Ra. I, 'the class president, like I want to give orders to anyone, '" elak Dion.

"Ish, it's the same way you abuse your power" grumbled Clara.

"Here you go, babu shut up! Thank goodness you could go to school here. Try if it wasn't for my papa, you wouldn't be able to go to school in this expensive place. You don't make any difference to that little boy. Both schools in elite places only because of the mercy of the rich. Haha,...."

Bugh!

"If you're my father, why don't you try to legalize my identity? Huh, Hypocrite!"

Back Miki threw a pebble into the middle of the lake with a very upset feeling.

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Wh-tok-tok!

Argha knocked on the door of the principal's room as soon as he arrived at Mutiara Bangsa Elementary School.

"Lake in!"

There was an order from inside the principal's room. Argha pressed the door handle and opened it slowly.

"Ah, Mr. Argha. Please enter!" said Mr. Budi, welcoming the arrival of Argha.

The arrogant man slightly frowned when he saw so many people in the principal's room. Two of them were married couples who became good friends with Argha.

"Please sit down, Mr. Argha!" kyara invited Argha to sit down.

Argha who was still confused, finally sat beside Bagas. In front of him, there were about five women who were about the same age as him.

Ish, what is this? inner Argha.

"Calm Mr. Argha, everything will be fine" Bagas said.

Argha again knitted his eyebrows together.

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"Ish, I thought after being her sister-in-law, she wouldn't tell me as well as her speech, but it turned out to be .. hmm, even more arbitrary. Basic brother-in-law no morals!" grunts Bram while in the elevator.

Ting!

Elevator stops. A second later, the elevator doors opened. As Bram steps out of the elevator, Mita suddenly calls out to him.

"Sir, Bram! Ah, thank goodness you came," greeted Mita with a sigh.

"Why are you, Mit? Like being chased by a ghost" said Bram.

"Oh, this is more sinister than a ghost, sir!" reply Mita who made Bram's forehead frowned.

"What's up, Mit?" It seemed that Mita's answer had made Bram curious.

"Father knows Mr. Prank, right? Which he said had worked with this company when designing elite housing," said Mita.

"Yes, why?" ask Bram.

"Today he's on his way to this office" Mita added.

"Yes, let it go. Maybe he came here to celebrate. B aja times, Mit, nanggepinnya," said Bram relaxed.

"Broh, Mr. Frank didn't come here to have a chance, sir. But for the meeting," said Mita.

"Meeting?" reset Bram.

"Yes, Sir. Two days ago, our company won the tender for the construction of the apartment to be made by Mr. Frank. And this afternoon, the two sides will hold an important meeting to discuss the employment contract" Mita said.

"Yes, Mit. Although you are new, in this company, but you, will have a great experience in the world of secretaries. Just noon, really excited," grumbled Bram who began to feel annoyed by the talk ngalor ngidul company secretary.

"But the thing is, Mr. Argha is not in the office, and he canceled this meeting next to the party, sir."

"What?!"

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Negotiations are going pretty hard. Argha did not want to apologize to the disciples' guardians because he himself had not heard any explanation from Miki.

"I'm sure that my son would not have done anything stupid that would have harmed himself if he wasn't depressed" Argha said.

"So you mean, my son's been pressuring your son, is that it? Huh, excuses! Just tell me you're not taking care of the child. How to educate his son well, is wong educate his wife just not becus. Uh, it's worth it that his wife cheated on him!" mrs Gita's taunts reveal the Argha household scandal a few months ago.

Hearing someone else insult his wife, Argha began to grow furious. His blood immediately boiled. If only the one who spoke was not a woman, surely Argha had ripped his mouth spicy.

"Don't bring up any other problems in this case. We're not talking about the child here. Why don't we just focus on that. My home business is my own business. You have no right to interfere, especially if you do not know the root of the problem. Just shut up!" argha replied, firmly.

"Have, excuses!" knock another woman.

"Yes, already know his son is wrong, still being defended. Though the victim was clear, his son Madam Gita dated his teeth because of the pierced by the Miki. Should be, as the parent of the perpetrator, You are responsible and compensate for the losses caused by Your child. Whether it's morally or materially," added the woman who was sitting next to Mrs Gita.

Huh, so it's a matter of money, Argha snorted in his heart.

Argha pulled out his phone.

"How much hospital you have spent. I'll replace it five times. Write down your account number here!" argha said, handing over his phone.

Madam Gita smiled triumphantly. Well, gini cake, from earlier, his mind, happy.