THE ABOVE THE CLOUD(ABC)
23. I always have patience
Hearing there are crazy people who want to replace ‘something’ in this development, Ikhsan as the representative of the two architects who took part in the archaeological museum construction project immediately received a meeting connection online.
While his colleague, Henry– continued control on the field, he added he did not understand the language of Country I. Every encounter related to architecture he let Ikhsan take care of it.
Ikhsan himself did not dare to say the reason for this ‘meeting’. He'll probably be laughed at.
“Halo, good afternoon.”
Across from him saw the Chairman of the construction company, also the one he knew as his secretary, sitting all three alone with one more person whom he did not know.
Muta glanced at the laptop and pointed at Bintara. “This is one of our colleagues, a representative of MDC.”
Ikhsan nodded worriedly. THE MDC? Why doesn't he know? Do they have this partner?
Ikhsan wondered when the others were present, but until Mutual and the MDC side exchanged words, no one else came.
Ikhsan then recalled the face of the previous Project Manager. When Ikhsan heard that there was a meeting, he immediately asked. But what did he say at the time?
“That's the boss's business.”
On his phone, a message from Henry asked about the discussion of his meeting. With light heart Ikhsan replied ‘Not a big deal.’
With a rare casualness, Ikhsan listened to the conversation of the two.
Bintara tapped on the wide meeting table impatiently.
“Switch its manufacturing.”
The mutual that heard it controlled his lips so as not to twitch. Joe who was sitting next to her typed something on the tab with an expressionless face. His glasses glistened under the light of the lamp, making him look serious and like he was handling a very important affair.
“What manufacturing?” ask Reksa.
“Manufacturing, yes manufacturing! Anyway replace!”
This person did not even know how many manufactures were working with them for this project.
This draft was made for a long time, twice revised, and the written contract was signed. Impossible to cancel unless there is a problem with the supplier himself.
Material procurement is underway; it may be complete. The problem is not only in the penalty of cancellation of the contract, but this will hamper development and disrupt other project plans.
“...Which manufacturing?” it was useless for Muta to meet this man. He breathed in his heart.
Hearing that, Bintara immediately smiled in relief. Muta secretly beckoned to Joe.
Joe did not show any reaction and checked the MDC's reply. Before the meeting was held, Joe had sent a message to confirm first.
Mutual accepted this man not because he was of great importance in this project. Just someone insignificant in his eyes. The person behind it who is mutual consideration. Although he would love to throw a trap on MDC, but not on this project, ok?
Joe read the reply message carefully.
Joe: Good day, sir. This is Joe from PT XXX. Previously apologized for the dissatisfaction of the cooperation yesterday. I deeply regret it.
The MDC did not understand the meaning of the message. The person receiving the message must confirm and ask for the intent before replying.
MDC: Hello Mr. Joe, everything is smooth, Alhamdulillah. No problem at all?
David: Oh? But Mr. Bintara came to our office, sir. He said he wanted to change manufacturing?
MDC: …
What on earth?
Of course they don't understand. They did not send any representatives; there was no change whatsoever. What does MDC mean to ask to change manufacturing?
They don't even have the right to do that at this stage!
A stintara?! Where is that crazy guy from?!
The MDC across the street contacted his superiors.
Bintara who was ‘ debating’ with Reksa, stopped for a moment as his phone rang.
“... We just continue.” Bintara intends to ignore the call.
The next second his phone rang.
The body sits quietly. Ikhsan who is behind the scenes of the new laptop comes back with a glass of milk chocolate. He sat watching seriously. Although his face looked more like daydreaming.
Bintara who is always on the sidelines ‘call’ finally pulled out his phone.His sour face immediately turned pale when he saw the name on the screen.
“...Yes, so, I.” he replied with scattered focus. “I, I pick up the phone first. A minute.”
Mutual nods. Professionally he said to Joe and Ikhsan. “We take a break for a while.”
Ikhsan:... What happened?
Joe glanced at the clock. It also starts at ten minutes. Ahems.
The result is as expected. Although Reksa could not guess what the content of the conversation was, Bintara re-entered with a tangled and sour face. His eyes stared at the ones in the room alternately, somewhat accusingly, like he wanted to say something.
“I... there is business, so I go first.”
“Oh.” Muta frowned, showing his annoyance(the fake one), “What's the manufacturing, Sir?”
“Engga, engga. Later I think again.”
“Joe, inter Pak Bintara.” Muta shook hands with Bintara before saying so to Joe.
“Good, Sir.”
Whatever the sentence Bintara wants to say, Joe stops him and immediately leads Bintara out.
“Idio–,” seems like something he forgot. Mutual glanced at the laptop screen that was open on the other side.
“Oh, ah, Ikhsan. Yes, yes.” Almost his persona as a boss faded away.
Ikhsan who was on the screen blinked his eyes a few times.
“Where is the continuity of development?”
“Alhamdulillah Sir, so far smoothly. Mr. Vishnu is also very easy to work with.” Vishnu is the project manager. Ikhsan, Henry, and Vishnu worked together in the field.
Mutuals draw a slash hearing the name of Vishnu. Of course, for the sake of this project he launched every request of Vishnu. If something goes wrong, Reksa will skin the guy.
“Where to Henry?”
Ikhsan was like surprised, not expecting Reksa to know the name of the architect who was taking part with him.
Muta remembers because Henry was the only foreign architect working with him at this time, because of the level and class of projects he worked on.
So far it is often local architects who design buildings.
Likewise, other educational institutions abroad are being worked on.
“Henry well, Sir. In fact, he said he wanted to just move to Y.” City, Ikhsan replied jokingly. “There are small problems, but with the presence of Mr. Vishnu everything is immediately solved.”
The two exchanged chats for some time, until Joe came in and informed the next meeting, then Ikhsan cut off the connection.
“Soal supplier of corals for L area how is the development?”
“Possible we can get the position after this museum project in the final stage.” said Joe. At that time their company value will be better than now.
Hearing that, Muta nodded, inwardly she had not breathed a sigh of relief. Although he never touched the political realm, he did not pay any attention. If Reksa managed to get it, it means that Ridwan has succeeded in playing his role.
“But I'm afraid we're not the only side,”
“That's for sure.” says Mutual. “But this won't be a problem.”
The previous problem was that some parties were exporting corals arbitrarily, even under the supervision of the State Agency; those who were naughty still do so today. While the goal of Reksa is, he wants to open the field of tourism, as a coral reef tour one of its attractions.
The island chosen is Sarasa Island.
While tourists arrive, he will be a solo contractor around the area.
The plan of this project will be worked on without involving the investor. Later, every tourist building, hotel, and recreation around Sarasa will be under its name.
“Bidding the ground is also already in the process of handing over Mr.” Joe said, then showed the tablet screen to the face of Mutual which displays fantastic numbers.
“....” all need money. Mutual breathed in painfully in his chest. “Em, good work.”
The two reached the other meeting room and entered.
The mutual that had been relaxed, immediately stiffened his face so considering the numbers listed on the tablet screen just now.
He seems to be working less hard. Mutual gnashing teeth.
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