Introduction to Box Millionaire

WANT TO GO HOME SOON

"Where are you going, Orange?" miranti asked as she found her daughter carrying a large backpack on her back.

"You wander, Ma," he replied in Sanggau's voice.

"You cry? Why?" His mother memorized his daughter's behavior, she knew something was wrong.

Hamish and Tjandra watched from the dining table. Then Lena came, joined nimbrung, after she returned from the village dispute to see her husband.

The orange itself stared cynically at the two, just as they might eat quietly on top of the suffering of others.

"That is crying over the life of an orange that turns out to be completely useless, but still hoping for a good destiny from God. It seems like Orange is starting to not know himself," said Jingga while trying to insinuate his brother and father who did not know themselves.

"What do you mean by orange?" ask Tjandra.

***

Bram's Office.

Uhuk uhuk.

Bram chokes suddenly, when he is not eating.

"Mr is okay?" ask one of his employees. Right now he is in the meeting room.

After drinking water in front of him, Bram was able to relieve coughing.

"It's okay. Sorry to interrupt the presentation, please continue," Bram told one of the public relations leaders.

"So, for licensing issues and land disputes that had disrupted the development process was clear, sir," continued one of the employees completed the report.

"Good then, try as yesterday not to happen again. We are indeed putting forward profits for the company, but do not forget about such things. Therefore it is very important to determine our performance and success. No matter it's with the client or any other aspects concerned." Bram gave a little extra, to the public relations division to pay more attention to small details that are often ignored by the construction.

Incidentally S Construction, not far from the disputed land owned by the Gold Cucumber factory, which this time Bram entrusted to his brother, as manager.

"Is there anything else?" bram continued at the routine meeting he always scheduled.

Everyone in the meeting room, looking at each other.

"Don't hesitate, if you have any strings or something to say about anything. Comfort for example or others," continued Bram.

"No complaints, sir. To be honest we are satisfied with your leadership" replied a general manager who initially doubted Bram's performance. However, after several years working under the leadership of Bram. He felt an incredible spirit, even though their CEO did not talk too much.

Maybe this is what 'talkless do more' says or 'prefer action over reaction.'

"Sir, may I ask you a question?" said an employee who is famous for being beautiful in all offices of S Konstruksi. He also has a huge level of confidence.

"Yes, please," replied Bram.

Shamefully, the employee asked. "Are you not looking for a wife anymore?"

Cheers immediately filled the meeting room, all the division heads in the meeting room made fun of the woman's work.

Bram just smiled faintly and coded Kenan, who was almost similar to an astral being if only he did not breathe. To get out of the meeting room.

"There are several proposals for development projects. They want S Construction to handle," Kenan reported after he sorted out some of the proposals sent to his email.

"Bring it all into my room, Ken. I want to see it." Bram rushed to his room, while Kenan stopped in front of his superior. To pick up tabs and some documents that he has already printed.

Gaining unlimited access in the CEO's room, Kenan does not need permission to enter the Bram room. After all, his boss is not the type of person who likes to bring women to play in quotes in his room.

One floor full of luxurious design typical Handaru, which was once feared and sneered by Bram, still remember when his relationship with Elea was not sanctioned, somehow now they became familiar after Damar was born. Now the man can feel it, who would have thought a food deliveryman. Can sit in the chair of the company, with privilege as Handaru's son-in-law.

Not only that, Bram's brain is very typical of Posthumous. Smart, able to manipulate clients, have a sweet mouth, can take advantage of situations and gaps, can take the heart and trust of employees.

No one will deny if Bram is the monster of business. Scared at once respected, by those who know and know who the actual control holder of Construction S.

Although he had entered Bram's room several times, Kenan still shuddered with the aura that was coming out of the room.

It was cold and calm, as if you were entering an ocean.

Quickly and thoroughly, Bram sorted and signed whichever file he agreed to.

Until his hand stopped moving, when his phone rang.

"Hello Pah's. What's up?" bram asked after he received a phone call from Reksa, the papa.

"Are you busy?" Mutual asked first,

See some of the files he still hasn't touched, as well as the timetable plastered on the tab. Bram put his job aside, Muta is more important than a stack of papers.

"No Pah."

"Something Papa wants to talk to you about. It's about your mother's legacy," said Reksa.

"Well, Bram will be home soon." Giving a nod to Kenan, Bram asked his assistant to prepare to go home.

"Go home soon. Damar always asks you." Muta looked at her granddaughter who had just returned home from kindergarten.

"Grandfather, when daddy comes home," Damar's cry is heard in Bram's ear.

It published a longing smile, but this morning before leaving for the office. Bram has spent time with his son.

"Tell Damar. Bram's coming home soon, Pah."

After turning off his phone call, Bram asks Kenan to save the file he just handed over.

Tidying up the documents, Kenan put them in Bram's closet and locked them away.

"Come Ken. Don't waste time, oh yeah. Bring the documents home, I'll check them at home." With no assistance, Bram asks Kenan to bring the document home.

In fact, Kenan has neatly stored the document into the closet.

"But Mr-"

"Come on Ken, don't waste time" Bram cut impatiently.

With his trademark flat face, Kenan took back the documents he had put into the closet. To put in a bag and rush after his super boss I don't know.

If it was like this, it felt like Kenan was sorry for having only one expression. He should have had at least one expression. In order to show his frustration to Bram.

It's not new anymore for S Construction employees, seeing their CEO go home. Though the sun is still overhead, some may talk about the integrity of their superiors. Although they actually already know what the performance and how the man works.

IN A DIFFERENT ROOM.

However, some more let alone the important smooth salary.

"Wealthy people are so, bodo really want to go home at noon too," muttered an employee.

"Yes, anyway, this is also the company he has," defended another.

"Yes, too," the employee replied that he accepted his fate as an ordinary employee.

"Excuse me."

The two employees compactly turned to the new person who came, coinciding with the return of their superiors.

"Yes, Mommy. There's something we can help you with" asked those who happened to work as receptionists.

"I would like to meet the owner of this company, Bram Hartanto" the person said.

"If you may know, you're the messenger of which company, ma'am? is there an appointment?" ask the employee, as if looking for the existence of Bram, who may still be in the office of this Construction.

TBC.

While waiting Up! Yuks stopped by the literature author.