ONE ENOUGH

CHAPTER 95: JUST A COINCIDENCE

"I work as a crew store in a minimarket pak.” Answer Gibran Honestly.

Gilang found a look of despair on that face. What it's like to work almost half a day with minimum income.

"Family married?" gilang continued to look into Gibran's personal affairs.

"Not yet sir" he replied briefly.

"Sorry, stay alone?" ask Gilang again.

"No sir. I still live with both of my parents." The answer.

Making Gilang a little curious, why Gibran claimed to still have parents, even two.

"Oh.means. Your salary is still enough to live a day huh?" fishing line again.

"In economic affairs, many are always lacking sir. And a little, will be enough. Only, if you continue to work in a field that does not fit the field of science it feels dissatisfied at heart." replied Gibran slowly.

"If it's received here, what would it be?" ask Gilang.

"Anything, God willing is ready sir."

"If as a cleaning service?" cecar Gilang again.

"If it's according to the procedure and tests that have been undertaken maybe it can." Reply firmly.

Silently Gilang can judge, if Gibran is an idealist, honest also meticulous. Maybe that's the point.why the choice of Kevin and Muna in the name of Gibran.

"Then you. Being a Bachelor of Communication Science that you care about, the fit can be accepted in what part?" tanya Gilang measured her knowledge.

"If you look at the selection of the part you are looking for in this company. Maybe in the marketing division. Because there is more use of the science of communication itself. Also design and make breakthroughs to continue to innovate products to be more in demand and in the purchase of consumers." Obviously long.

"Yes, but what we sell is medicine. Not beauty products, skin care or anything that must be hard-earned to convince buyers to sell well." Refutation Cross.

"At least, we can make a breakthrough or cooperation agreement on the pharmacy or hospital that will buy our prodak." Gibran had imagined it, as if he was rightly accepted in Kevin's company. Gilang.

"What about the position in the secretary's department?" crossbow Fishing.

"Well.ha... Sorry pa. Just dream I do not dare, let alone assume myself in the field. My experience wasn't there." Speech low.

"Yes, it's possible. You have hidden ideals." Answer Gilang again. Gibran just smiled.

"Alright.the interview is over. Sorry, calling separately like this. And this doesn't just apply to you. This is because, Mr. Kevin is very rarely able to be in this company. To direct the lead of this office. Because, will open a branch in Cisarua. In addition, he is a deputy director, at a Hospital in Jakarta." Clearly Gilang without asking.

Again, Gibran just nodded, in awe, at all the posts Kevin held. When he was interviewed by Kevin, his heart was really shaken. There is a sense of disdain, respect and motivation in the figure of a Kevin.

Not only because of his position as CEO, but there is an aura of its own that makes his little heart say, this person deserves to be patrolled.

"What engine, can you leave now sir?" ask Gibran to Gilang. Making Gilang reflex see his watch that shows the time at 4 pm.

"Oh yes please. Oh, God, I forgot to offer you a drink inside." Said Gilang while delivering Gibran out of his room.

"Eh... Want to coffee outside?" tanya Gilang ambiguous. Making, Gita and Gibran, similarly turned their heads and looked towards him.

"Who?" ask Gibran and Gita together. Because the invitation to coffee voiced by Gilang was not clear on whom.

"Hm. both. Gibran wants?"tanya Gilang, referring to Gilang. While Gita was getting closer to Gilang's body, and tightened the clothes that her husband looked tangled.

"Oh. no sir. Thank you, I'm sorry to go home." Reject Gibran who of course feel awkward.

"Don't.let's just for a second. Just coffee in the cafe opposite this building." Said as if forcing.

Despite feeling bad and whatever, finally Gibran had no reason to stay. Yes... want permission to go home faster because what? no child cries, nor does he have a wife who asks for a win. Only had a father lying sick, even his mother was guarding.

Gita, Gilang and Gibran are already in a semi-outdoor Cafe not far from their offices, although there are not many variations on the menu. At least have a comfortable place to chat and relax.

"Oh yes, Gibran. This is Princess Mahesa's Gita. My wife, she also works in the same office, in the secretary's department." Gilang introduced Gita, and the two shaking hands also nodded at each other.

"Sorry Sir. The name of the CEO of the company, Kevin Sebastian Mahesa, sorry once again. Is it the same Mahesa, or is it just a coincidence?" his always meticulous and meticulous ask.

"Oh. yeah. Not coincidental. I'm the youngest brother, Kevin." Gita spoke up.

"Oh.. that's it." He swallowed his own saliva. Just imagine how successful Gilang was. The man who is still in the dugout is Grandpa Sudrajat's biological grandson.

"What is the same last name, it is always permissible to have a blood relationship huh, Bran?" angling Gilang who had been looking for this moment to ask.

"Sorry.. That is?" Gibran did not immediately pounce on the bait was round.

"Your name, Gibran Sudrajat. Same with my father's name. Edy Sudrajat." He stared at Gibran without blinking.

"Sorry. I am Gibran son of Lisa Cahya Ningsih. Sorry if in the past I and my mom have been wrong on Mr. Gilang and family." Gibran said without stale bases.

"meaning?" Gilang tried not to be surprised by Gibran's speech.

"I am Gibran Sudrajat, who is considered a grandson by Sudrajat's grandfather. Mama is more recognized as the wife of her father Pak Gilang by grandfather. Sorry sir, forgive our family." Gibran said, admitting that the real mistake was not his fault.

"So you knew who I was from the beginning?" tanya Gilang with a flat tone, cold sandalwood. While under the table. Gita's hand has been stroking the elus, in order to act more patient and unemotional.

"Sorry sir. Not initially. But, just before leaving to meet Mr. Gilang earlier, I had time to find my memory through my mother. And it seems right. If Mr. Gilang Surenra is the same person. Who lived at home when I was very young. And for that, really. I'm sorry sir. And before coming here to see Mr. Gilang. Mama also said hello to Dian. Also an apology from mom." Gibran said really.

"Is Grandpa Sudrajat still around?"

Seriate...

Sorry yesterday howled ya

Today in the double.

Votenya.. make nyak ok.