Miss Your Hugs
Chapter 51
After coming out of Bara's room, Mr. Zaky met the person he trusted.
“Andi,” call him.
“Iya sir,” Sahut.
“You to my room now,” he said instantly passed away.
“Tumben once pack Zaky straight into my room? Usually by phone, his inner” feels astonished.
Andi rushed to Mr. Zaky's room, without waiting any more.
Tok, tok, the sound of Andi's finger tapping on the door of Mr. Zaky's room.
“Excuse me sir,” said Andi who has opened the door of the room.
“Please sit down first, I want to talk seriously with you,” said Mr. Zaky.
“Iya sir.”
Submissively, Pak Andi sat on the chair that was in front of her.
“Andi, you have been working here for a long time. You are also a person I trust,” he said staring at Andi for a moment.
“Iya sir. Is there anything I can help,” said Andi with a polite.
“Please keep an eye on our new employee, I don't know I'm not sure about him.”
“Bar pack referred to Mr Zaky?”
“Iya,” sahut.
“Good sir.”
“You keep an eye on him and see how he performs during this trial period,” orders Mr. Zaky.
“Good sir.”
“Oh yes, one more. You move rooms, from tomorrow you and Bara will be one room. Because the room is quite spacious, you can also watch it while working,” orders Mr. Zaky.
“And your salary problem, I will raise from next month along with the bonus and thank you in advance for helping me,” he added again.
“Iya sir. That has been my duty sir, I also thank you,” he said happy, because getting a salary increase.
“You can go out,” said Zaky smiling.
“Good sir, I'm sorry.”
Mr. Zaky nodded, looking at Andi who had walked out the door of his room, he breathed a sigh of relief.
Mr. Zaky, is a trusted person who takes care of the company. Because the owner has to go back and forth abroad to take care of the business there.
The owner of the company does not have any more children, he used to have only children. However, as a result of the accident to take the life of the child and his son-in-law.
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In the luxurious mansion that belonged to Dira's grandmother, today her heart was overjoyed. He gets good news from his driver Toni as well as people he trusts.
He was very impatient to wait for the arrival of Toni, who was still on his way.
“For once,” grunts.
Grandma Dira, sit back on her soft sofa. Hearing the sound of a car engine entering his yard, Dira's grandmother rushed out to open the door.
“Toni,” call him see Toni who just got out of the car.
“Yes mistress,” says.
“This is you, so long! I can't wait for you!” his protest.
“Sorry Madam, the streets are quite crowded.”
Toni followed behind Dira's grandmother, holding a large envelope in her hand.
“How?” ask Grandma Dira.
“This is madam, I just got the data.”
Hand over the envelope and read it carefully.
“Sit first Ton, want until you stand there?” he said he saw Toni just standing next to the couch.
“Yes mistress, sorry.”
Submissively, Toni sat on the sofa opposite Grandma Dira.
“This is original?” asked Grandma Dira to look at Toni.
“Should be original mistress. I asked for data from KUA, the name of Nisa's biological parents is almost the same as the name of the mistress's child. But I came to the address of the house listed in the data, the house was uninhabited.”
“Yes mistress, according to neighbors around. The house belongs to Nisa's parents, her father died a few months ago and her mother is still there, but does not know her whereabouts.”
There was a sad look on Grandma Dira's face.
“But madam, they are not the biological parents of Nisa.”
Hearing that, there was a smile etched on his face.
“True, where are his parents?” tanyanya.
“According to the information I got, at that time Nisa's parents died as a result of an accident. Since Nisa has no family, she is adopted by a neighbor who is Nisa's parent now.”
“Fifty percent chance Nisa is a granddaughter of a grandmother, but fifty percent is uncertain, mistress.”
“So, how do I become one hundred percent?” ask Grandma Dira with passion.
“Test DNA mistress,” says Toni advises.
“How to?” ask grandma enthusiastically.
“Maybe the mistress can ask for the hair of Miss Nisa.”
“You are so stupid! How can I ask for her hair, later even suspicious!” his protest.
“But it's the only way mistress.”
“More impossible anymore, if the mistress asks for her blood,” Toni said.
Grandma Dira thought for a moment then nodded in understanding.
“Alright, I'll try.”
“But, how long will the result be out?”
“About three Weeks mistress,” Toni said.
“For once, what can not be one day! I'll pay triple.”
“Can't be madam.”
“Huft. Later I think how to, secretly steal her hair,” said grandma.
“Alright, you can rest.”
“Mistress, the day after we have to go abroad. Someone wants to meet with Madam directly, he will sign his contract letter if he has met with madam.”
“Then what about here?”
“Disini is safe madam, Mr. Zaky has taken care of everything,” Toni said explained Karana a few weeks ago his company suffered losses, due to some employees who misused company money.
“What people have been arrested?”
“Can't they look for halal money? Money to support his wife and children at home. It is sad to provide with money that is not halal,” said Dira's grandmother with annoyance.
“Already mistress. Now there are new employees who are quite experienced, who replace employees who are already at PHK.”
“Good. Tell Mr. Zaky, don't let your guard down anymore. Otherwise all of you will pay the salary of hundreds of my employees,” threatened Madame Dira.
Toni gulps a rough spit, hearing the threat from Madame Dira.
“You heard Toni!”
“I-iya mistress,” says Toni looks nervous.
“OK. I'll go back to my room, prepare everything for us to leave the day after.”
“Yes mistress,” says Toni.
Grandma Dira nodded, then moved from her seat to her room upstairs.
“Oh yes Toni, I almost forgot. Tomorrow morning take me to Nisa's house, after that to the hospital,” he said while in the middle of the stairs.
“Yes mistress,” said Toni who was about to leave, but stopped when Dira's grandmother called her.
After arriving in her room, Dira's grandmother noticed the name on the white paper again.
“I hope you are truly my grandson,” murmured grandmother Dira.
Unknowingly her tears dripped, soaking the paper.
“My son, sorry my once selfish mother,” muttered to see a photo of himself and his son hugging hanging on the wall of his room.
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