My madam, my poison

Full of trouble?

After asking Mr. Amin to pull over my car, I went down and approached the convection which is still relatively new.

"Sorry, if I may know, what's the matter here, sir?" I asked one of the men in front of the convection.

"Employees are on strike, ma'am."

"Work strike? Why is there a strike?"

"The owner of this convection pays the salaries of employees not as promised. Even my own salary is only paid 50."

"Is the owner inside?" ask again.

"No, Ma. We tried to contact him, but Fabian ignored our call. It seems he deliberately dodged."

"Where can it be. Salary is an employee's right, and must be paid as agreed."

"If you know Fabian, maybe you can help us get our rights" the man said.

"Well, I'll try to help contact him. I hope this gets a way out."

"Thank you, Mom."

Moments later a shiny black car stopped in front of the former shophouse. No doubt, Fabian is the owner. Thank goodness he finally came.

"Sir Fabian! Pay our salary adjust the agreement!"

"Don't eat our rights!"

"Pay our salary or our Father reports it to the authorities!"

The calls took turns sliding from the mouths of Fabian employees. What the hell is going on? Did Fabian really deny his obligations?

"Please give us clarity, sir. Why did you renege on the covenant you made yourself."

I watched Fabian from a distance. He seemed unaware of my presence. But from where I stood I could hear his voice quite clearly.

"I'm sorry for this inconvenience. Not that I intend to renege on a promise, but the largest client of this convection is late to make a payment so that it affects your salary payment. I promise to solve this problem within 1x24 hours. I hope you can get back to work" he said.

More employees than my convection employees then disperse and enter the convection.

Not long after I saw Maureen's brother get off in the car.

"From the beginning you had a wrong strategy. In the end you yourself are overwhelmed," he said.

"Know what you are about business strategy. I deliberately offered a salary large enough for many interested employees to join this convection."

"Lantas, what kind of money would you use to cover their lack of pay?"

"I'm going to sell this car."

"I don't agree! This car is the only tool that will show if we're classy entrepreneurs."

"It's not a good time to talk about that. All we need now is to restore employee trust. Do you want them to leave this convection and choose to move to Zura's convection? Don't you know, my goal is to open this convection to rival and destroy Zura's efforts "

"Rather than selling a car, why don't you just mortgage our house to apply for a loan to the bank."

"You want me to owe you? No!"

Suddenly Fabian set his sights on me. He seemed to have noticed my presence. He then gave a small signal to Maureen to stop talking. But free, I've heard all their conversations.

"Sir Amin, let's continue our journey to Darren's house,"

"It's okay, there was a little problem earlier."

"Is the problem now finished?"

"God willing."

We arrived at Darren's house at about three in the afternoon.

"How was Anisa while living there? You're not naughty, are you, honey?"

"No, Fat. Your son is so sweet and submissive. When eating brownies, she still remembers you. So I'm wrapping it up for you and Darren's brother."

"Sorry, so it's a hassle."

"Absolutely not. You know, I used to love making cakes."

"Yes, let's just talk inside. Invite Mr. Amin to come in too."

We went into Darren's house.

"When I went to this house, I stopped for a moment at Fabian's convection. There's a commotion there."

"What's the fight, Ra?"

"The Fabian employees went on strike because the salary paid to them was not in accordance with the initial agreement."

"Actually he's not really managing the business? Could be problematic in paying the salary of his employees."

"He said the problem occurred because his customers were late to make payments so that the impact on the occurrence of this problem."

"It's not good to say that" I said.

"Oh yeah, by the way he's got

where does the money for capital open convection? It's definitely not small."

"Some time ago I accidentally met Silvia's father."

"Silvia?"

"Yes, he's Fabian's former boss and ex-wife. Mr. Anthony said that he was the hit-and-run suspect to Amira ten years ago. He promised himself to grant whatever the pedestrian asked if he was alive, and to give whatever the pedestrian's family would have asked if he had died. Fabian has very strong evidence that Amira is indeed a pedestrian who has been sought after Mr. Anthony."

"Want to?"

"Fabian and his mother took advantage of the opportunity to blackmail Mr. Anthony by asking for compensation of five hundred million rupiah. It seems reasonable that the money was then used as capital to open the convection."

"Ckckckckl. Really sneaky and greedy. How he thought of taking advantage of his sister's death. The money used for business capital is not a blessing, I am sure he will often experience many problems" said Fatimah.

Our conversation came to a halt when suddenly my phone rang. Uh! Why did Gibran have to call when I was in front of Fatimah?

"Who, Ra?" tanyakanya.

"Ehm .. anu .. one of my customers."

"Yes, pick up the phone, maybe it's important."

Although a little awkward, I chose to answer the call without moving.

[Hello, Assalamu'alaikum]

[Waalaikumsalam warahmatullahi wa barokatuh. Where are you?]

[I-I was outside]

[Where outside is it? On the terrace, in the courtyard or on the roof?]

[That's right. What am I doing on the roof?]

[Maybe dreamy. Ha ha ha]

[I'm at my sister's house. What's the matter calling me?]

[Oh yes, about that additional employee. I've contacted applicants who used to apply for jobs as a shopkeeper for my clothes. Thank God, they're willing to accept my offer to work in your convection. Of the five people, only three could sew. I gave you your home address. They'll be here tomorrow morning]

[Alhamdulillah. Thank you very much for your help]

[No need to thank. As lovers, we should be helping and complementing each other]

[To-to-love?]

[Yes. What does our relationship want to be called?]

[No need for weird talk, you called me when I was in front of my sister's wife]

[Say, just tell me, your boyfriend called. Easy 'no?]

[Once again I thank you for your help, hang up, Assalamu'alaikum.]

[Gibran was silent for a moment]

[Had hung up]

[You're the one who called, it's not polite that I disconnected]

[It's okay]

[Yes, I hung up. Assalamu'alaikum]

Clik. End conversation.

"Is that really your customer?" ask Fatimah which sounds more like a quip.

"Be-be-really really. He was one of my convection customers]

[Why is your face beaming so while chatting with him?"

"Ah ti-ti-no really. It's just normal." I was confused to hide my face which suddenly felt heated.

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