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Subsequent fact

The company staff lined up neatly to welcome the arrival of the youngest company leader, Sakya, accompanied by his mother, Iksia.

"This is the financial report this week, sir. It seems like the increase in our company's profits is not so significant, but at least the company does not lose only we are grateful."

Sakya's steps came to a halt and were followed by the others who were walking behind.

Iksia looked at her son.

"If you think nothing is lost to be grateful, how can we move forward? Supposedly, if the increase in company profits is only a few percent we have to find out what the cause is, not even grateful."

"Yes, Sir. But ...."

"That gratitude cannot be applied in business. If the company's profits are few, how can my employees prosper?"

"Good, sir."

"Get all the heads of the meeting right now."

Iksia just smiled at the attitude of her son. Sakya does look fierce when it comes to business, but Iksia knows very well how her son behaves.

"Son, at least you don't reprimand the subordinates in front of other employees" Iksia said as they were already in Sakya's room.

"That could be a lesson for others, too, Mom. Now, if our profits are small, how can I support the seven hundred orphans in my care? What do the elderly want to be fed?"

"There's still enough, son."

"For me no, I have to guarantee their needs well. It was a will from opah before she died. Opah said that orphans, poor and elderly are the responsibility of our young, regardless of whether they are our sodara or not."

"Mom knows. Even your opah gives all her savings and the rest of her personal possessions to the foundation."

"I want to be like opah, Mom."

Iksia nodded proudly at her son. When viewed more carefully, Sakya does look like Papa Indra. His style of speech, speech and attitude are much the same.

"But you should also think about a companion immediately, dear. Mom's too old to take care of you. Mom wants to retire soon and live alone with Daddy."

"Stop talking about old, old, old. Come on, Mom, look in the mirror that Mom's still pretty."

Iksia laughing. "That's it, let's go to the meeting."

Kindness does not have a nasab, but at least it can be used as an example to be imitated by posterity of the next generation.

If Sakya has orphans and nursing children in her care, it is the same with Chana. He would rather help people he met by accident.

He always carries a special cash for him to give to anyone in need if he happens to meet him. If in the morning when heading to campus, Chana always asks the chef and waiters to prepare food.

As of this morning, he had brought twenty boxes of food. Chana gave the food to the pedicab, the ojol, or whoever was on the street.

"Sir, is it breakfast?" chana asked when she saw the rickshawman standing by the side of the road. Waiting for someone to use their services.

"No, Nduk. I haven't had sustenance today. From last night I slept in this rickshaw."

Hearing the gray rickshawman's words, Chana's day was warm with sadness.

"This, sir." Chana gave her a hundred thousand dollars and prepared rice boxes from home.

The old man's face was shining. She was so happy to see what Chana gave her. Rice box with a hundred thousand money makes people around tempted. Those who can be said to be able to come also approached. The human heart that has a greedy feeling, blinds its eyes and heart at once. They don't see her sex more in need.

Beggars, and wagon men who were supposed to get the right, were displaced by those who were neatly dressed and perfumed.

Chana, accompanied by her Bodyguard, was overwhelmed by the human blending that was jostling for parts.

In fact, there was a provocateur who opened Chana's car to take her own rice box from there and followed a few others.

The rice was even torn and spilled all its contents. The food that should be an obstacle to those who are hungry, scattering in the ground in vain.

"Sadduuuh." Chana, who had escaped the protection of the bodyguard, fell. He was driven by people who scrambled and ended up in a fight.

"Revelation!" Someone shouted. She runs to protect Chana from the people who will step on her.

The man hugs Chana and protects her.

"Are you okay?" ask the man while checking on Chana.

"The eye ...." Chana was stunned at the man's eyes which was none other than William.

"Are you okay?"

Chana ignored Willi's question, she focused with sparkling eyes and a big smile on William's beautiful eyes.

"Non." Chana's bodyguard grabs her employer's body to stand up but William is arrested.

William's eyes give a hint that the bodyguard is looking at Chana's injured leg. The girl material does not realize that her legs are bleeding because of too enjoying the beauty of William's eyes.

Without saying much, William held Chana and carried her into the car. He took Chana to a nearby health facility.

As William was holding Chana, the woman was unaware of where she was. He still focused on William's eyes while smiling flirtatiously.

"Non, relax. That's his leg bleeding."

"Yes, why?" chana asked still between conscious and not.

"K-A-K-I N-O-N-A B-E-R-D-A-R-A-H."

"What's? Who is bloody Yanga? where's blood?" Chana is busy on her own, looking to the kana and to the left looking for the blood mentioned by her bodyguard. He's like a kitten playing with fur.

The bodyguard held Chana's body still, then turned his face toward Chana's feet slowly.

Chana's eyes widened and her mouth was gaping.

"Daraaah ..." she screamed when she saw the blood on her leg.

"My feet are bleeding, please!" he's like a dry fish. After tired of screaming, Chana fainted.

The doctor and William were just silent astonished at Chana's behavior.

"Please take care of it, Doc." Chana's bodyguard exited the room followed by William and his two bodyguards.

"Sorry it's been a hassle."

William nodded. "Why is he behaving like that? There was not much blood coming out and it was just a scuff."

"Then he would faint for a long time if he saw a lot of blood."

"Phobia?"

"Trauma."

William raised one eyebrow.

"Still dizzy?" asked his Bodyguard who was none other than Mr. Raga. Iksia's bodyguards are assigned to look after her beloved daughter.

"Little." Chana rubs her head slowly.

"Let's go home, Non."

"Loof but."

Mr. Raga laughed. To him, Chana is the same little boy she used to be. The spoiled child who always asked to be carried after he officially became a bodyguard and personal driver for Chana.

"Not ashamed to see so many?" ask Mr. Raga as he walks towards the parking lot. Chana shook her head.

"Why should I be ashamed, Mr. Raga is Mommy's uncle."

Mr. Raga smiled.

"Let's get some ice cream."

"Yeeeeeyy!" Chana cheered happily.