
"Surprisingly how?" ask Mr. Makmun.
"This is where they will also provide production assistance, meaning indirectly before our design launching they will know what we will make. Why do not they propose cooperation in design instead prefer to cooperate in the production section? well even though we know all this time their design is not so attractive in the eyes of consumers." Obviously me.
"Your words have a point and I think the same as you. This has been to the many times ST.Co submitted proposals for cooperation with our company but our side always refused." Obviously Mr. Makmun.
"Why does our company always refuse sir?" Ask Efan.
"CEOs don't like the way ST.Co works that looks a little sneaky." Answer Mr. Makmun.
"We don't know who our CEO is yet, we just know Pak Makmun." Sofie made Pak Makmun laugh.
"Yes, he never went down to our office. I communicate with him only by phone or Skype." Obviously Mr. Makmun.
"What is his name sir?" Ask me.
"His name is Ardi Nugraha." Answer Mr. Makmun.
"Ooo...." Say the three of us simultaneously.
"Yes.this Monday he will come to our office and we will likely meet with him. So you guys please prepare the meeting materials for each." Pinta Pak Makmun's.
"Good Sir." Answer us simultaneously.
"About this cooperation will definitely be discussed by him, so prepare your answer yes." Pinta Pak Makmun again.
"Yes sir." Answer Sofie.
"Monday we also meet with ST.Co." Mr. Makmun told us again.
"Well, it's gonna be a good meeting." Efan.
"Yes.at the meeting later Mr. Ardi himself will decide whether to cooperate with ST.Co or not. That's why your answers will affect everything." Obviously Mr. Makmun.
"Hu ugh." the three of us simultaneously nodded.
"Yes, now you three can go back to continue your work." Mr. Makmun ended the briefing this morning.
"Good sir thank you." My answer.
The three of us came out of Pak Makmun's room and went back to their respective tables. Curiosity is appearing in me.
Why ST.Co has always proposed cooperation with this company even though it has been rejected many times. I finally got my phone and I started browsing about ST.Co
It didn't feel like lunchtime was coming, as usual me and my two friends had lunch in the cafeteria.
"Eh, why don't we go to your house Ra?" Ask Efan.
"So dong." Answer me steadily.
"As planned, the three of us go home first and Efan picks me up and Rara." Sofie said spirit.
"Ready!" Efan answered with spirit.
"Eh I'm curious about ST.Co, why do they really want to cooperate with our company?" My speech.
"Yes, obviously, our company is in its glory. Who does not know THE ONE let alone its designer pinter." Answer Efan.
"But I've only been working here for two years." My speech.
"Yes me too, we'll go in together." Sofie.
"Oh yeah, you're working here first Fan, you know something not about ST.Co?" Ask Sofie.
"Gue knows not much. What I know is that if the name of the ST.Co owner is Mr. Satria, they went back and forth to change designers because they might not find a competent designer. Well the last designer they are the son of Pak Satria, if not wrongly named Sandra. That's as good as I was." Efan clear.
"How about THE ONE?" Ask me.
"Yes.yang we know together so far THE ONE is led by Mr. Makmun who became a confidant of Mr. Ardi. I have heard the name of Mr. Ardi Nugraha but have never met him. Monday was the first time I met the CEO." Obviously Efan again.
"Gue was curious about ST.Co but right I was browsing nothing, just about company profile aja." I still wonder.
"Oh yes if I'm the CEO we have a son, and if not wrong about two or three years ago his son returned from Paris to Indonesia." Efan.
"What's Fan called?" Ask Sofie curious.
"That's the one I don't know." Answer Efan.
"Yeah..." Sofie's disappointed.
"Eh come in yok, lunch time is over." Take me.
"Oh yeah, yok." Sofie.
"Look ayok." Efan.
The three of us went back to the office and continued our work.
It was late afternoon, the time had shown at 17.00 wib and the time to go home from work. Me, Efan and Sofie rushed home because we wanted to go to Mama's house. Efan bought fruit cake for Mama, Sofie bought fruit for Papa and I bought pizza for Rangga. I also bought drinks and snacks for the three of us.
Arriving at the apartment I rushed to take a shower and prepared. I saw Arga in the kitchen.
After the shower and getting ready, I got out of the room. I saw that Arga was still in the kitchen and I approached him.
"You cook? I'm gonna go." My toot.
"Yes tau.ini I make chicken rice teriyaki to stock you and your friends on the road later." Answer Arga.
"It looks so good, thank you." Cup.I kiss Arga's cheek.
But at once I woke up and covered my mouth with my hands when I saw Arga holding her cheek.
"Sorry Arga, A..I used to kiss my Mama's cheek every time she made provisions for me. I'm sorry, you don't get angry, please." I said stammered in confusion.
"It's okay to be beautiful." Arga smile.
"You don't think I'm a pervert. I swear I accidentally, I spontaneously kissed you." Obviously me.
"It's okay to be intentional, I won't be angry." Arga smiled, making my cheeks red like tomatoes.
"I didn't mean it." I'm upset.
I turned around wanting to leave Arga because I didn't want Arga to see my cheeks flushed. But my steps stopped because Arga pulled my hand so that my body turned to face him.
"Why are your cheeks red?" Ask Arga with a smile.
"It's okay." I lowered my face in shame.
Arga grabbed my waist so that my body stuck to his body. I tried to take his hand off my waist but his strength was very strong. I feel Arga's cold body and smell by my body that makes me drift in it.