THE ABOVE THE CLOUD(ABC)

16. Video numbers are easy to digest, hmm.....

At four in the afternoon, Sera waited in the recreation room, watching the others return home with her parents. The little girl thought her father would be here soon. But upon seeing the figure of Caregiver Sri at the door as Teacher Irna approached, Sera looked around, holding back the sense of loss she did not understand.

“Papa?”

“Papa still working. Sera came home with Bi Sri, yes?” Sri's nanny sat in front of Sera and persuaded.

“...” Sera did not reply, she just lowered her head, playing the wooden beams in an indeterminate direction. Sometimes he rolls it.

“Atau Sera can phone Papa.” Said Nanny Sri again when Guru Irna handed over Sera's belongings.

Sera's eyes hidden behind those petals lifted up and brightened instantly.

“Papa phone!” said Sera while jumping.

“Iya, go home now hold Papa's phone, yes?”

Without being asked Sera returned the blocks of her former toys, before saying goodbye to Guru Irna and going home.

Irna's nanny didn't hinder on purpose. Once in the car, he immediately guides Sera to press the Mutual number.

After two rings, the phone is picked up. From the other side came the heavy voice of the man Sera knew well.

“Sera?”

However, hearing his Papa's voice, Sera was not happy. Her once bright eyes suddenly turned red.

“..Papa!”

The nanny Sri who was sitting beside Sera watched her little lady still fine just now, was now shocked.

“Why Sera? Sera is home?”

“...Already.” on the sidelines, sound faltered interjected.

Mutual:....

Why these? What was? Could it be after she came home her daughter was beaten up?

“Sera home with whom?”

“Bi Sii... Which papa?” His papa left saying nothing. And when he came home from school, his Papa didn't pick him up. He watched the other children go home with his parents.

Ever since Sera received attention from Reksa, the little girl had started to be able to act spoiled and sulky. He saw his father's big workplace. Sera saw how the people listened to her father's words without refuting. How people stare fearfully at their father. Everyone who saw Sera now greeted her with a smile. Especially at his papa's workplace, people gave him chocolates and toys. Although Sera does not accept it because papa says Sera can get everything from her Papa.

Sera can go to school, she doesn't hear people saying bad things to her anymore. He has a big room, lots of toys. Sera thought her father was very strong. Unknowingly Sera's always restraining attitude began to disappear bit by bit.

Sera subconsciously compared herself while still with her Mama. Although Sera did not understand, with such a stark comparison, Sera could judge that the people used to treat her unkindly.

“Iya...,” Muta blows softly, his tone soft and full of pampering. “Papa still working. Sera same Aunt Sri used to be able?”

Sera did not agree and asked anything else. He still remembered about the clock his father had reminded him of earlier. Sera glanced around the car, yet she did not see the wall clock here. He remembered he was going home right now, at home of course there was a wall clock. He can see it at home!

“Papa ‘wang clock?” Papa's coming home at what time?

Mutuals need to rack their brains to understand what that means. The wang? Request money? As he remembered he had given the pocket money, just a handle. Sera doesn't need a lot of money yet.

Hearing the full tone of accusations that Sera made and the word ‘jam’ raised, Reksa guessed.

“Papa returned at seven.” said Reksa again, in welcome thick voice Sera. “Seven!”

“Yes, Papa's coming home at seven. Sera knows seven?”

“...” Sera's eyes looked seriously into the air. In his heart he counts one, two, three, but after five he knows no more.

Sera repeated it again and subconsciously she raised her voice.

The mutual across could not help but smile. This was also the first time he had gotten someone who so wanted him to go home. Mutual Heart melted instantly imagining it. The sadness of Muta who was ignored this morning instantly vanished.

Wana who stood not far away clearly felt the change in her Boss' emotions. He did not expect his annoying boss and this ‘well known’ playboy has such a side to his daughter who has only been living together for a few weeks.

“Count together Papa, yes. One, two, three,”

Sera followed the Mutual alloy and managed to count to seven. Mutual repeats it three times until Sera manages to repeat herself.

“Sela tau seven!” exclaim Sera.

“Iya, Sera smart. Sera anak papa, saangat smart.”

“Papa ‘wang clock seven.” problems come later. Sera realized that she did not know what kind of form seven was.

The mutual that spoke across was aware of his daughter who had stopped responding.

“Sera why?” he did not lose patience at all. He seemed to have imagined that his daughter was always thinking in an unexpected direction.

He said the child had a broad curiosity, so their interest was short but boundless.

“..Papa seven what?”

Seven is what? Seven yes seven. Ah, but he remembered about the previous incident. Upon rethinking, Reksa finally realized that Sera intended to wait for him, just like the previous time he said he would be home at four.

“...” my daughter! Reksa finally felt sorry for not picking up Sera directly.

“Bi Sri?” from Sera's smartwatch, Reksa called.

“Iya, Sir.”

“Let's show the number seven in the wall clock for Sera, yes.”

The mutual then switched back to Sera. Learning from Guru Irna, Reksa said long sentences slowly and clear pronunciation. He repeated it twice.

“Let Bi Sri tell Sera what is seven, at home.”

Sera glanced at the Nanny Sri. This sentence is too long for him, he only understands ‘Bi Sri and ‘home’’.

Mutual said again. “Bi Sri knows the number seven.”

Sera: !!

She felt like she wanted to directly ask Nanny Sri, but realizing her father was still on the phone, Sera held herself back.

Arriving at the apartment, Reksa could not extend the chat. He had already spent fifteen minutes chatting with Sera, in front of him, Joe was already staring wordlessly. Waiting like a wandering spirit, plus those black eyelids. Mutuals had to end the call.

Tuk, tuk.

Before boarding the elevator, Reksa tapped on Wana's desk next to her outdoor secretary's desk. Wana stood up straight from her chair.

“Try you find videos numbers.”

“Figures, Sir?” annual income numbers, rational numbers, babylon numbers, index numbers, what numbers, sir?

“Easy buckets..,” says Reksa hangs.

“...” Could it mean a quick way to increase turnover? Wana doesn't understand why her boss asked her to find him a number/number?

“If there could be a song. So that it is easy to digest.” Reksa did not want to say too much, later he was instead suspected of degrading Sera; judging his daughter less intelligent.

Joe behind Reksa gestured with his index finger and thumb.

“Oh, oo... yes, well, Sir.” Wana nodded in understanding. It's for little lady, anyway.

***

The banquet this time was held by one of the regional officials. Mutual is only the part that fills the guest list and not the most important person, but for now it may change. Especially in the political sphere. But from the information he received, there were some important figures that would be the key to his project going forward.

People who look closely, realize that the company that Mutual leads has an unusual movement. Some of the people present at the banquet also intend to find out directly at Muta which he said would be present.

To become a multinational construction company, it may take one to two decades. It could be more than that. Maybe Reksa will spend his whole life to be able to make it happen.

But Mutuals are not agitated.

Some of the projects currently underway are the construction of educational institutions are: two junior high schools outside the area; six Overseas schools in Country G; one archeological museum, and, renovation of City B Zoo. Most of these are state projects.

The issue that has been blowing lately, there is one of the lower middle class companies, which is smelling the smell of cheating. If the issue is circulating, it can be sure it does happen and cannot be covered. The company is engaged in tourism, in exporting coral flora. However, what can be relied on from this kind of local company? Mutuals have already dug up information first, and he intends to take over this field.

What is frustrating is that this company clearly holds absolute authority as a privileged exporter, but that opportunity is not being treated properly.

He's halfway there, half of it, he's just waiting for the Environment Minister to give him a PASS. It was also what made him come here.

Minister Trio, a close relative of regional officials who now he sambangi party.

The current Minister of the Trio is nearing the end of his term.  Many people are eyeing his position, but many are also reluctant to glance at him. It's no secret that over the past four years there have been more than four cases of crop and wildlife smuggling, two others that have not been counted have made it through the examination.

Reksa teams up with Satria, one of the officials from the opposite side of the Trio, to make the Trio's mediocrity surface.

This is also a consideration of Muta when releasing news about Domico. He bet and contacted Satria. Fortunately his loss had not been seen, but if he failed then he would lose a lot of things.

Reksa looked ahead of him. Sacrifice is inevitable.

Reksa had arrived at the banquet hall first. While he chatted with some people he had known his name; joe in the other corner was busy exchanging greetings and exchanging business cards with other guests.

Mutual was still chatting as the other guests started whispering from all directions and facing the entrance. A middle-aged man with a distended stomach and misty eyes came in wearing a batik shirt. Her face was dark, her hair was half bald, Muta sneered inwardly.

Even so, Reksa's face commented with joy, welcoming the arrival of the Trio with joy.

“Oho, you are not a nongolian on tv with Mr. Ridho, yes?” sapa Trio saw Reksa among the old men in the hall.

Mr. Ridho was the governor who asked him to make the stadium the other day. Ordinary people will not pay attention to Mutual for a long time. He is also not familiar with politics. The people of State I are not so enthusiastic about this. You could say, this time of competition in this country still gives a lot of free space for him to breathe.

Mutual ignored the sentence of the Trio who looked at him as a young boy, as his subordinate.

Sentences that should have been thrown in a semi-formal event, except for people who are familiar; it is appropriate to use me-you.

“True, Sir.”

The reason why great people know his name is because he holds the largest national museum development project today.

“I know you. Emm.., if you see from prospects, you are still young, but still need to gather a lot of experience, lah.”

Mutual let the Trio blabber as much. Until the Trio sees a relative (the county official) on the other side, the man stares at Reksa cunningly. “Pak Mutual, right? Have you met Juno?”

“Not yet, Mr.” Juno seems to be the name of the official who organized this banquet?

“Go..” says Trio again.

“Bareng, if so, sir?” bargain Mutual who had guessed the direction of the conversation.

“Hahaha, come, come.”

Since the banquet was already halfway through, Juno, Trio, and Reksa went up to the second floor to chat in private.

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