The Gem of the Heart of the Former Thug

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Since before dawn, Budi's phone has been ringing so many times. Only from one number, but not the most special person in his life. To the extent, Ratih's mom wondered, who did call her son so many times. It turned out that this person was Erika.

He collected the data that Budi should have completed since yesterday afternoon. He got out of bed and opened his laptop. The phone rang again even when dawn was not finished.

Mrs Ratih until a little sewot, because she felt the person who called was over the limit. But Budi explained that it was part of his job.

Luckily, his job of sorting the data was done before his mother's departure to the market. He hastily took a bath, so he could take his mother to the market. While helping his mother open the stall, Budi's phone rang again.

He was angry this time too. But since he remembered the one who called was his boss, he tried to stay calm. Mr. Ratih advised Budi to leave for work immediately. Because the trading this morning is not much. With a heavy sigh, Budi nodded. He was willing to leave, after changing clothes.

The hour hand still shows at seventy-thirty minutes. But there are a lot of employees coming. They were gathered in front of the lobby. Budi until prevented by security when about to enter the factory page. The security says they're all protesting. While Budi is one of his confidants, Mr. Paul.

He was worried that they would hurt Budi. Because right now, Erika was trapped in her office. Fortunately there was a security that was a former army of frogs, so no one dared to mess with Erika. Ratna, although it has moved divisions, but still it becomes a target of questions from the employees who protested it.

“Let me in, sir! I'll talk to them. Perhaps they want to be invited to discuss” pinta Budi.

With a heavy heart, that scurity let Budi in. He deliberately walked, so as not to have an accident, if they immediately surrounded him.

Sure enough, once he was seen by them, they immediately stood up and surrounded Budi. Their various questions are asked. In relation to the salary they receive. His calculation of overtime was a lot of incorrect, and also their incentives did not go in either.

But the good thing is, they have absolutely no body contact with Budi. Budi raised his right hand, as a sign of his request that they give him a chance to speak.

“Gentlemen, thank you for saying, friends are all pleased to voice complaints of friends in a good way” said Budi started his speech. All attention was on him.

“Regarding the questions of all friends, we have followed up at the HRD level. From yesterday until dawn. Continuing until before leaving earlier, I, Mbak Rika, and other HRD colleagues, jibaku review overtime data. Including also the incentive of all” colleagues continued Budi.

“How can you say that, Bud?” one of the employees shouted from the crowd.

Others came to argue, making the atmosphere back boisterous. It took them a while to get back to silence.

“If friends ask me in my capacity as an HRD person, I say to all friends, the data we input, is in accordance with what is stated on the overtime warrant. And so is the incentive of friends. It's in the reporting system. All are correct”

“Ya keeps her fault where, Bud? You're the company's representative, Paul's arm. Time can not know?”

“Well, if you ask me in my capacity as a representative of the company, frankly, the tracing process we still continue to do. Ma'am Erika, has reported this to Mr. Paul. Mr. Paul is working on this issue from all sides. Including whether there are errors in the Finance division, either errors in the system or man power. Or from his bank. Not impossible in the digital world, a company's bank account was hacked. Not to be stolen massively, but stolen a little, which is not visible to mata”

“But the difference is a lot, Bud. Not this one time. I've been hit three times this is not clear cut rich gini”

“That's what we're still investigating”

“Sampe when?”

“Give us time, yes! We are also looking forward to Isma”

“That's him” shouted one of the employees. His screams shocked and frightened Isma.

“Please, give us time! Please give us space to investigate the source of this matter. If I, mbak Isma, was not given space to be able to access the company system, when can we solve this problem?”

“Love the way, love the way!” shouted one of the employees.

Slowly they opened the way for Budi. Isma, accompanied by security walked closer to Budi. And together into the office. Just as they passed through the translucent door of the lobby, they were shocked by Erika who stood with a waistline.

“Satisfied?” erika asked half-screaming. Both of them looked at each other.

“Kan gua has asked you to review that data from yesterday morning. Why just dawn lo work, ha?” continued Erika.

“Lo see the results? Do not say there are no pream will continue adem ayem aja!” said Erika again.

“And I told you, mbak” kilah Budi.

“What's the trouble, leaving him to do a job? The cave does not forbid dating people. But the swift dong, if needed! You commit here. And if the cave has been pushed, that means it can not be postponed anymore”

“I'm not dating anymore. I'm waiting for the sick”

“Yes can not be interspersed ngereview, ha? not your mom, who's sick?”

“Udah I selingi mbak. Not seen what, history?”

“Ya why a little bit?”

“Ya his name is also waiting for sick”

“Halah, alesan. His son has two. Can't do anything about it, what? If you can't, by the way! no cave maksa-maksa lo”

“Ka! It's too far when you say. Could it be, anger flirting? There is more important to discuss”

Erika did not answer. Still with a sharp look in his eyes, he went towards the meeting room. Isma stroked Budi's shoulders while shaking his head.

They followed where Erika was going. The two security men guarding Erika looked different to the ones guarding the front post. Both of them were holding firearms of some sort, but bigger. And behind him was a popor that could be pulled backwards. So that it can act as a long barrel weapon. Both salute Budi.

In the meeting room, they had a meeting online. Because Mr. Paul is not willing to be present in a situation that is not conducive.

Without wasting time, Paul immediately opened the emergency meeting. One by one the reporting lines he checked. Armed with a laptop provided by Erika, Budi explained with some visual images from his laptop screenshot.

No one from his report violated the rules. All are in accordance with the physical file. Good overtime, especially incentives for each employee. Continuing to Erika. He also showed me some details of the data he obtained from Budi. And there's nothing he's changed or misrepresented the data. Mr. Paul nodded. He also felt there was nothing wrong with the numbers in Erika's report.

Isma did not just accept that fact. He said that the data he received last time was not like that. What he inputs in the banking system, is what he sees in his report Erika. But the digital footprint clearly states that there has been no update since the date Paul approved the report. And just refurbished again this morning.

Inevitably, Isma received a strong condemnation from Mr. Paul for his authority to supervise the performance of his subordinates. It was also that he was still lucky, only to misenter the numbers in the payroll system, but not a penny of the company's money disappeared or dwindled without a trace.

Finally, Paul ordered Isma to move his team, to immediately fix the mistake as soon as possible. If there is a delay delivery, then the error will be inflicted on Isma as well.

Isma immediately ran out of the meeting room. Paul gave a heavy sigh. He looks stressed. Without much word he ordered Erika to immediately consolidate the marketing team in connection with the expo plan in Europe. And paul immediately left, once Erika agreed to his request.

“Huuftt”

Erika breathed a heavy sigh. He put his head on the table. Like under severe stress. Take care of the laptop she is wearing. Also the projector cable they were using earlier.

“Why, mbak? Rich in dizziness?” ask Budi.

Erika jerks. His head was straight. And Budi was standing next to him. Erika looked at Budi. Just smile at him.

“Hem?” Be confused by those eyes.

“You're not angry?” ask Erika.

“Anged why?”

“Can I said rudely with you”

“Oh. No papa. I understand, kok” replied Budi. Erika smiled and turned her face away

“Embak jealousy, right?”

“Hem?”

The question made him look again. His face looked tense, like one who was caught off guard.

“Meanings find a girlfriend! Let someone take care. Don't sir Paul mulu!” continue Budi.

“Ha?”

“What don't-don't, “

“What?” cut Erika.

“Wow” comments Budi while away.

“Think what the hell?” erika asked as she moved from her seat.

“Ha ha ha” Budi dodged when Erika wanted to pinch him.

Failing to pinch Budi's waist, Erika stood up and chased Budi. Keep laughing while avoiding.

“Adooow”

In the end, he also got his waist. A small pinch Erika gave as an expression of anxiety. But it even looks like a spoiled pinch. For a moment, their eyes met.

“Emang. I'm more of a pak Paul. All the girls also ngakuin it” chirped Budi.

“Kepedean lo”

“Ha ha ha”

Budi laughed while avoiding the hands of Erika who was preparing to punch him. He picked up the laptop he was wearing, and prepared to return to the first floor.

“Here! Under it is still hot” prevent Erika.

“Do not, lah. You have a khilaf, you” replied Budi.

“Who?”

Budi did not answer. He just smiled accusingly. Kontan alone, Erika who felt accused of caliphate, threw a marker towards Budi. Fortunately, Budi was able to escape. And he came out of the meeting room laughing again.

By lunchtime, the atmosphere was back. What the demands of the employees, already fulfilled by the company. They have also returned to work, even though they are just cleaning the work area. Because the break is only a few minutes away.

After lunch, Erika invited the marketing team to a meeting. Budi was also invited, as a representative of PPIC. They discuss about what is trending in the world today, about global issues related to furniture, and what products they will feature in the expo.

From marketing, still trying to mature about the products they will show later. But there is one inquiry from one of the countries in Europe, which actually ordered furniture from wood.

Farah showed the details of the specifications requested. The photos attached, it turns out to take the background of the beach watu sack. According to the confession of the booker, they had indeed vacationed on the beach watu sack. And when they returned to their country, they were interested in displaying the kind of wooden furniture they photographed, in the lobby of their office.

Farah also said that she had asked the quotation to the wooden furniture manufacturer in this city. Some have already entered, and are being explored by the marketing team.

As Paul's instructions, all manufacturers who submit quotations will be included in the selection. And three of them will be taken by the company to be displayed at the district expo and sent to the order.

Hearing the name Watu sack, Budi like flinching. Suddenly he was curious about the beach. indeed, he had often heard that the beach was now a tourist destination that was even world-class. Many foreign tourists vacation there. But since returning home, he himself has never even been there again. Inwardly, he planned to visit the beach.