Somplak Boss

Part 41: Love Erwin

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"Pak Rustam is alleged to have sold one of the secret properties of our manufacturer to competitors at a fantastic price" said President Indophone, a man of Chinese descent, named Khong Fu, pointing image on the projector screen highlight. All the important staff of the smartphone company Indophone are closely watching the explanation of Khong Fu. Their CEO is Erwin Zamzami.

"Until the launch of the latest version of the smartphone we suffered a considerable loss. Because in addition to leaking the secrets of Indophone design version 0.6 to one of our competitors. The official website of our sale was also attacked by hackers easily because it was driven by Mr. Rustam. It makes all sales income transferred by consumers via online which should be entered into our account, even into the account of Mr. Rustam. Unknowingly Mr. Rustam has changed the consumer payment account on our official website into his own account."

"Not only that, Mr. Rustam is also able to hack our mobile products that have been purchased by consumers, because he has planted a suspicious operating system on our products. So that if consumers install the Banking application on the phone, Mr. Rustam will easily hack it and drain the contents of his account. That will have a bad effect on the Indophone version 0.7 product that we will launch. Because it is not impossible for many customers who move to other products because they are disappointed with the ineffectiveness of the smart phone that we distribute."

"According to the direction of our CEO, Erwin Zamzami. I want Vice President of Product Design Thomas Arial, Director of Research and Development Wu Chien Hung and Secretary Manager Refan Alvino, to focus on revamping the new products we are about to launch. And, stop production version 0.6."

"In the meantime, other staff focus on serving customer complaints, and handle errors that occur in product version 0.6 that has been consumed by customers by commanding our customer service. If possible, encourage them not to store important data of their business into the phone, whatever the form. Let's work together for the success of this company." Kong Fu as President of Indphone tried to encourage important people in the room.

"And, for Indophone version 0.7 products, we will make many changes. We will rework the features in our mobile phone to make it more interesting and useful. For that we need experienced employees to process our products to be more qualified. I will take hundreds of Thiongkok workers to perfect our new product" Khong Fu said.

Erwin interrupted by raising his hand. "Then, please be accompanied by employees who have worked. If, come hundreds of workers from Thiongkok?"

Khong Fu smiled. "We're going to ask them and give them a matching severance. And, to encourage new employees, we will lure them with high salaries."

Erwin smiled faintly, then shook his head. Inexhaustible with the thought of the narrow-eyed man of Chinese descent. "This company was founded not to thicken the pockets of its founders. But, to open jobs for the people of Indonesia. Why are they even in PHK and replaced with foreign workers?"

"Indonesian employees have no skills, sir. They are often lazy and do not move quickly,"

khong Fu Protest.

Erwin sighed. Everyone stared at Erwin, waiting for an answer from Erwin. "We'd better profit a little, but everyone can eat. Instead of profiting a lot, but make people in need feel unneeded. Who do we work for? For our family, right? Our families are not necessarily in harmony, not necessarily proud of our income will be as successful as our reputation. However, the small salaries earned by employees who mostly come from underprivileged families are very significant for their small families. Their wives whose lives are not as good as our wives' daily lives, smile proudly and grateful to see the husband bring meager wages for his children. Our wives who have lived luxuriously, because we get a big salary sometimes still defiant and never grateful. Why enrich our possessions? Nothin' use!"

Everyone gasped at Erwin's explanation.

"As long as we live, at least we are useful to others in need. Don't be greedy enough."

Khong Fu who was at the front simply fell silent.

"We are now focused on saving this company from bankruptcy. For employee problems, let existing employees work as usual. What if you need a new employee. Find original employees from Indonesia, if necessary we create a special labor school for underprivileged children, so that after graduation can work in our factory."

Erwin moved from his seat. The words of Khong Fu some time ago really made Erwin's chaotic mind increasingly chaotic. "It's not that I forbid Chinese workers to work here. But in their country there are already many smartphone factories that are ready to accommodate them. While many unemployed Indonesians are confused to support their families here. While we as a local product that is proud of the community. If it helps, why not?" Erwin walked up to President Khong Fu and patted him on the shoulder.

Erwin is the tallest person in the company. So that his decision cannot be contested.

"Okay, today's meeting is over, thank you, I hope you can work well." Khong Fu ended the meeting.

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"Ma, buy some meatballs!" rengek Rena nudged the dreamy Viola.

"Honey, there's no meatballs here." Viola hissing.

"Well, I want meatballs, Ma." Rena blinks her lips.

Viola was unmoved, lazy to serve the fussy Rena.

"Let's go home, yuk, Ma. Rather than living here is unclear and has no purpose," asked Rena.

Viola looked at Rena while raising next to her eyebrows, as if agreeing. Did I just run away, huh? ask Viola inwardly. However, the daydream immediately stopped after the door of their apartment opened.

"Why are you pouting like that?" rustam asked confused.

"I want meatballs," sings Rena while putting on her puppy eyes.

Rustam sighed. "Well, come out we're looking for meatballs."

"Horeeee, asyiiii!!!" Rena is so excited.

"You two wear thick jackets, yes, it's cold outside" Rustam said with a smile.

After a while, they finally came out of the apartment to start their streets around the city of Beijeng. Rena seemed confused to observe the strange writings that exist in buildings and roadsides. "Kok, what a shape, anyway, this is really ugly like Papa Rustam."

Rustam cursed inwardly, yet, a second later he smiled. "This is a Chinese letter, the shape is like this indeed, in contrast to the letters of the alphabet used in Indonesia and Paris that use the ABCD alphabet." Rustam explained to Rena. Rena's mouth formed the letter O while nodding.

Rustam glanced at the silent Viola. Not as usual before Rustam admitted that he was a mafia. Viola's affection for Rustam seemed to fade. "Why are you, anyway, frowning? Rena is happy, really."

Viola glanced at Rustam and Rena who were in his carriage, then resumed his steps lazily.

"Why can't you read the letters in that store?" rena asked while pointing at the Chinese-lettered plaque that was on top of the building.

"No, Papa doesn't go to school here."

"Rena, you can read."

"What?" asked Rustam pretending to be curious.

"Seng so, saiso sesoo." said Rena is not clear, imitating the language of people passing by around him.

Rustam and Viola held back a laugh. "If it is translated into Indonesian?"

"Hmm, we want to go back to Indonesia." Rena grinned the horse.

"Yes, get us back. We miss the same house people." Viola finally opened her voice in a faint tone.

Rustam smiled clumsyly. Then pinched Viola's pointed nose. "Not now, yes, the situation is precarious."

"Until when?"

Rustam. "Never," he answered in his heart.

"There was no meatball shop" Rustam said, switching the conversation.

"Well, it's in the corner of grandma's house, we go home, yuk, ah, complicated." Rena hissing.

"We eat grilled chicken, yes," asked Rustam to appoint a trader who sells roasted chicken whole chicken in the form of a small chicken.

"Milk..."

"Rena!" rustam Tegur.

"Bakso, I want meatballs..."

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After returning from the office Erwin decided to stop by his chicken shop. As usual, the merchandise they sell is invaded by customers. In fact, Zahra, Fitri, and also Vina to have to roll out a mat in front of the terrace, the dense ranking of customers who want to eat.

Erwin smiled as his customers ate the chicken voraciously. Not because of Erwin's lucky fate because suddenly his stall was crowded, but because Erwin's intelligence gave a unique name to his stall, which is not the case, so that makes the customers curious and want to eat at the food stall founded by Erwin. To the extent that the stall was visited by several YouTubers, and made the Cheating House' increasingly soaring and known to many people, making Nissa Sabyan was interested in tasting the menu cooked by Zahra.

All the orphanage children who worked in the food stalls, flocked to greet Erwin. Erwin smiled kindly. The man folded his long arms up to the elbow. "Can I help you?" tanyakanya.

"No need, brother."

"No papa, I love to mix food on a plate." Erwin helped several orphanage children who were busy concocting food and spices on a plate.

In fact, Erwin still helped until the food stall was closed at 9 p.m. Though the fatigue of taking care of the company has not been able to recover. But, Erwin seemed to want to occupy himself, rather than his worry for Rena attacking his calm again.

Now Erwin and Zahra were in the car about to go back to the contract.

"Sir Dendy told you, Mom?" zahra asked while leaning her body against the passenger seat.

Erwin who was busy driving just shook his head slowly. "Not yet." The man looked disheveled after helping Zahra.

"I'm waiting for the good news." Zahra rubbed Erwin's shoulder.

"Three more days, maybe I'm done with the office work. After that we'll go to Paris."

"I'm coming, Mas."

"No, wait for the house." Erwin glanced at Zahra at a glance.

They both arrived at the contract. Erwin's car is parked every day in front of the road. Because their home page is not enough.

Erwin dropped his body onto the bed. Looks very exhausted. Zahra looked pityfully at Erwin.

"Isa's prayer, Mas?" ask Zahra gently.

"Oh, yeah, I take a shower first." Erwin immediately moved from his position to take a towel to quickly take a shower and perform prayers. Only then will he be relieved to rest because he has no more dependents.

While Zahra felt lazy to take a shower and just wash his face in the kitchen sink. The woman changed her robe with a doraemon nightshirt. If, in the mirror Zahra feels still worthy to be called a High School child, very cute.

Zahra daydreamed about something. Thinking about the fate of Viola and Rena who are in Paris with the vile mafia. Are they okay? Could Rustam have made them victims? And, what might Rustam please Viola and Rena abroad. There were several possibilities that filled Zahra's mind. 

The first possibility is that Viola and Rena are back, but with full struggle and sacrifice to take it from Rustam. There will be gunfights and shootouts between the police and the mobsters led by Rustam. Surely, there will be one of the injured and the victim, because it is impossible if Rustam just silently saw the police about to arrest him and take Viola from him. Given his reputation was a vile and ruthless mafia.

The second possibility, that maybe soon there will be sad news, because it turns out Rustam has given Rena and Viola to his friends to be mutilated. Rustam is caught, but Viola and Rena do not return because they have been deposited by Rustam.

Cklek...

The door to the room is open. Emerging figure Erwin wearing sarong and skullcap. His eyes looked swollen, it seemed like Erwin had finished crying.

Erwin took off his coffee and laid his body on the bed. Zahra was still in front of the mirror.

"Working, Mas?" ask Zahra. The 18-year-old woman was very nervous.

"Yes, I finished my prayer" answered. Erwin lethargic.

"You must be tired, I'm a massage, huh?" Zahra volunteered to be a masseuse.

"No need," Erwin replied arranging a pillow so that Zahra immediately lay down next to him.

"Why?" zahra asked confusedly as she lay facing Erwin and looked at her husband's handsome face.

"You're, aren't you, tired too." Erwin rubbed gently on the top of Zahra's hair. "You'll wake me up if it's two o'clock."

"Do you want tahajud prayer?" Zahra snaps her sleep with Erwin.

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