The Girl At The Club That Night

Many Unexpected Things

FOLLOW, RIGHT? DON'T FORGET LIKE!!!

ASLAN PRATAMA

The name of the company is exactly like the owner. I was immediately welcome to enter with the escort of some people who might have been prepared from the beginning.

I don't know, maybe it's the procedure at his company like this. Every new employee will be closely monitored, perhaps.

This suit is a garment that I often use when at work before. Yeah, it used to be just regular staff, now I don't know what it's gonna be.

From outside the room sounds a great quarrel that may come the voice of the owner of the company as well as the highest shareholders. Yes, the sign at the entrance is clearly visible.

A woman dressed in parlente out of the room very rudely, she passed by without regard to us in the least. Maybe it's as usual as that.

"Lake in!" word from within.

I'm a little overwhelmed because I feel scared to be in a company this big. However, your heart must still look calm, because this is the first day that determines the future.

"Please sit down" said Mr. Aslan.

I obeyed his orders.

"You got his CV?"

I nodded and gave the map that was originally in the embrace.

"good. You can leave it to HRD." He told the bodyguard who was next to me.

Wonderful, how can he judge my CV is good without opening it at all? Sometimes the rich are hard to guess. But ....

Ca ... Brother is afraid ... afraid to get stuck again in the company game like Mr. Surya used to do.

"Do you know which company is engaged in?"

The sudden question made me shake quickly.

"Our company, engaged in hospitality. The beginning was in 1990. It was founded by three brothers including my late father. Then I personally opened a branch since 2010 using my own name. You should know, Yanwar Samudra Group is the biggest enemy of this company."

"Yanwar?"

"Yes, Yanwar. Not that everyone with Yanwar's last name is our enemy, but just his company." For a moment he paused his words. "We are professionals, do not mix personal issues with the company. Try, if there is nothing to do reporting first to the company before deciding to go home. Whatever it is."

I nodded understand.

"Yanwar group people should not come to the company. You can meet outside of business hours, but don't talk about the company in the least. I have a lot of eyes, so don't fuck around."

I did not answer other than just nodding.

"I know you have a problem with leader Yanwar."

From here, I look. I dared to look at the face that was not facing me in the least.

"Later we'll finish together. You can get into your room."

Yes, a bodyguard who is still left ushering me into the room that says MANAGER. Whatisthis? A position I never thought I would be in before. Even more puzzling, how would he know if I have a problem with the Yanwar people? What when the battle on the deserted road was ....

Stupid, a person like him certainly has a strong network in the field of surveillance. Remember very well how he fought those people with his bare hands until they all trembled running around. This guy ....

"Sir, you can start working right now."

Maybe the bodyguard was surprised because I was just silent without opening the door at all. This room is very large, even the size can be the same as the room of Mr. Aslan himself.

A woman who was probably a personal assistant who had been prepared, approached by hugging the map in her hands. Opening the sheet taught me some material about the company.

Not too flashy, he also seems polite. I'm comfortable, not disturbed at all.

"Emh ... Miss."

"Call me Pinka. I was assistant manager before. And now be your assistant."

Funny, that call felt too colossal and laughable.

"Emh, Pinka."

"Do you need anything?"

"No, I just wanted to ask, that woman ...."

"Sstt .. that's Mr. Aslan's wife" Pinka whispered. "She was angry that her husband had just returned from Bali, taking care of the nightclub she led there. He said, Mr. Aslan was caught with another girl at the hotel, so Madam was angry. Uh, you don't be too chatty, you'll be afraid, Mr. Aslan will hear."

I smiled amusedly. Who was talking so fast.

"Okay, next week I have a meeting at Hotel Aslan Pratama Jakarta to discuss the opening of a branch in Bandung. Previously this was a project owned by the previous manager, but because there happened to be a problem and was issued, then now this is the responsibility of the Father."

Not much to say other than just nodding. Hem ... Is this what it's like to be a manager?

...

Late afternoon. The work seems to have been completed since this afternoon, but I prefer to be silent for a moment, digesting every word Alsan is also a very calm character.

Someone knocked on the door until it came to a realization from the daydream. Apparently Mr. Aslan.

"It's over?"

I nodded.

"We went outside together?"

"Emh, sorry. I have to go home soon because I've been waiting at home."

"Your wife?"

Replied with just a nod.

"She is beautiful and seems understanding." We both got into the elevator together. He did not even hesitate to join an ordinary employee like me.

"My wife, the level of jealousy is very high. Tired, and fed up with the way he keeps getting angry. I need a chatmate, for that hire a girl in Bali. He's innocent, but he's finally gone because of the circumstances." For a moment he smiled amusedly. "My wife is suing for divorce and. Fed up because he demands a human like me to be perfect."

For a moment he breathed tired. "You .. take good care of your wife. Don't let him be disappointed." Mr. Aslan patted me on the shoulder before it finally passed when the elevator door opened.

For a moment I was stunned. What makes it imperfect? He has everything even has a more handsome face than me. His age may not be much different, only about five years different. Evidently he still looks fresh fit and perfectly handsome from his posture.

The implied message, I myself do not know what it means. There are some things that make you not understand. Since he helped on the lonely road at that time, the relationship that intertwined like no stranger.

[Alvin, this is I Hadi Yanwar. I'm waiting for you at the cafe in front of your apartment.]

A notification came to my phone. It is a bit lazy to meet him. However, however, I need an explanation for the behavior of his men the other day.

Immediately I sped up the pace of the steering broke the bustle of the capital city streets."

...

He came alone, still in a neatly dressed state. However, I prefer to take off my work clothes and wear a hoodie that is always available in the car.

That friendly smile expands, but I'm sick of seeing it. It's not like it used to be, as warm as when we first met. It felt like all he showed was a mere tasting.

"What's your business?" I went straight to the point.

"Son, it's been a while since Papa's been looking for you."

I turned the other way and was very uncomfortable with this position.

"Enough, I no longer want to be a substitute for your dead son. You don't joke with my life, I've been an orphan for a long time."

His eyes closed tightly for a moment. I don't know what kind of mentality he is preparing for. He pulled something out of his pocket.

"Here, is this Hapsari? Your mom?"

How could? In her hand was a picture of me that my mother hugged when she was a child. That woman I've been missing, too, Dad. The guy who never wanted a frame with us. In fact, he always said, he just became a photographer without the need to join in the frame of my togetherness and Mother. Although he can be said to be a stepfather, but I love him.

"This is Hapsari, my first wife. He gave birth to you, my son, my flesh and blood."

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