Stay with me, Ken!
Cool
"Who's Bram?" ask Ken.
"People who go home often. Did you ever meet?" ask Al curiously.
" No." said Ken, shaking his head slowly.
"Dad Bram is an importer of produce, he still has family relations with Pak Komar. Because he knew our family well, Mr. Komar asked the family to support me for a while. I lived in Bengkalis for almost a month before joining his father Bram to Singapore and working there,"
"Work? What age did you get out of the house?" asked Ken probing.he was so curious, how Al could work in the land of people.
"17 years. It was 12th grade,"
"Couldn't you? Are you applying for a job without a diploma, acceptable? " Ken kept asking because his curiosity was quite high about Al's life.
"Ga no diploma can also. There look for easy work, high pay again," Al talks like a show-off guy.
"What job? ask Ken again. His forehead crept.
"Sort telor. Ha.ha.... The job is just to separate chicken eggs according to size, clean eggs from the rest of the dirt, pack eggs sold to the supermarket. I'm the first part. The salary is good,"
"Official office chain or something"
"Ha.ha..you're funny, Ken! Emang who said the work was only an office person. The name of the work is doing the activity with the aim of getting a wage, whatever the field in question. Understand!"
"Yes, I know, too," Ken didn't want to lose.
"Although the egg-sorter, I was also a worker, in the country of people again," continued Al.
" Yes.iya....Long time no there?" ken continued his interrogation.
"Ga, work is only 2 months. The rest I started trading again. A year there I went home. Because the situation did not allow me to return to Jakarta, I finally chose to stay in Bengkalis again, with the Bram family,"
"For my whereabouts are unknown to Mary and my Papa, when creating an account I use the name Bram and also his account number. Since then Bram has been my manager" said Al proudly.
"Minister?" Ken's eyes are perfectly rounded, apparently unsure of his hearing.
"Yes, Bram holds the account and all transactions are in his name. My job is just to find money from trading, affairs etc all handled. As a student of economics, he had little understanding of my world, so I was greatly helped by it,"
"The house I bought from trading results. I bought it 8 years ago, but only last 7 years. He also searched the location and took care of his letters. Until now he still works for me, so he often goes home. Within a week 3 to 4 times.depending on the importance,"
"Cool," Thumbs up to Al.
"Cool, lah. Let only Junior High graduates but can employ scholars. He.he...," Al praised himself.
"Yes, that's really cool" Ken pointed two more thumbs at Al.
"Why is there a parent who has the same child?" Ken muttered sadly. Empty views. He remembered his own fate. Until now, he didn't even know who his parents were.
"You why? How suddenly so sad?" Al's turn is confused.
"Bu Ros is not my birth mother" Ken said slowly.
"Yes, I know. The copy of the ID card is on me. The status is single. At first I was confused when he said his son would replace his duties as long as he umrah. I think you're a nephew or a neighbor's son, so. I'm not dizzy. Believing in him, whoever replaced him must be trustworthy,"
"Thank you,"
"For what?"
"Mom Ros never told you about them?"
ask Al.
"Mother said she only knew my mother. They worked for the same employer before my real mother became a TKI. Who my father is he doesn't know,"
Al got up from the position of the fall. He sat down next to Ken. He grabbed the woman's shoulder into his embrace.
"Patience, yes. Whoever your parents are is obviously he's already considering your future. Put yourself in the right person" comfort Al
"Yes, Miss Ros is very nice. He wanted me to go to high school so I could change my future,"
"Yes, he's a good and responsible person" Al said. Al gently stroked Ken's arm with his left hand.
Al tightened his embrace, Ken getting carried away. He leaned his head on Al's sturdy shoulder. The smell of Al's body makes Ken feel at home lingering in the same.
"What about Mary's fate?" ask Ken who is still in the embrace of the man.
"The money that collects this illegal investment is also smelled by the Financial Services Authority (OJK). Maria was asked to return all funds that had been collected during mediation with representatives of investors, Maria and the OJK. Maria ignored him. The case continues, and the police arrest Maria. He was sentenced to 10 years in prison and fined Rp200 billion rupiah,"
"10 years for a shackle investment?"
"Yes, the attempted murder didn't go ahead because Papa wasn't Maria doing it, but me?"
"Om Ryan is alive?"
"Let's go, I don't hear the news anymore,"
"This week, Maria is free. I will solve the family's problems, including with the non-devious woman," Al's task in a furious tone.
Ken pulled his head. He looked at Al's face from the side. His jaw is hardened. While his eyes were wide open and staring intently towards the front.
Ken could read the man's anger signal. He tried to calm Al. He stroked Al's back gently, without saying a word.
Al turned his eyes to the left. Their views meet. The man smiled blandly at Ken.
"I'm okay," he said. He touched the tip of Ken's nose which kept looking at him with worry. Being treated like that, Ken was so embarrassed. Now he dropped his eyes on the floor.
Al grabs Ken's shoulder and carries him into his arms. As before, Ken did not refuse. He rested his head on the man's shoulder. More tightly than before until Al can smell his hair that is allowed to unravel.
"My company, I can be strong if you're with me" Al asked on condition of plea.
Ken did not reply, he just nodded his head slowly. Ken was confused, where was the direction of the man beside him talking?
Al held Ken's right hand tightly. Long enough the two were silent, deep in each other's thoughts.
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Hay everyone, sorry yes.I can only update one chapter because it collides with office tasks that must be completed and requires full concentration. Thank you for your visit and for following this story.
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