The Long Way to Be a CEO

Project

"I'm at the office, there's a morning meeting, I've made breakfast, I hope you like it"

"love you dear"

INDIRA.

Indira writing with sticky notes that are deliberately attached to a computer screen. "thank you indira" my inner voice exclaimed with joy, because this is the first thing in life to get a sweet message and also a breakfast made by the person I care about.

I went to the kitchen and found a serving hood that covered the various dishes inside. There is fried rice, some fried potatoes are cut rather large with some seasoning black pepper spices, fine pieces of chili and mayonnaise. Really good breakfast this time.

Fried rice made by indira was no less delicious not too oily, spicy enough and there are pieces of sausage and scrambled egg flakes that seemed to be fried separately with fried rice. The review successfully filled me up this morning, I grabbed a smartphone and sent a message to indira at LumeChat "thank you for breakfast".

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My work is done all, just waiting for a response from the client either there is an addition of features or replace some content in some application or web that I create. While waiting, I continued my own side project.

All the knowledge I have is spilled on my job this time, not to seek profit or fame. It's just that this is very exciting and for a few months I've been working on it on the sidelines of my santaiku time as unemployed.

"it seems that there needs to be some interesting special features, maybe adding unique equipment for each character" I talked to myself while working on each part of a program I was building.

With a passion for helping everyone to interact freely I was willing to spend a lot of my time working on every detail of the program line. I want to devote my whole life to this project. Maybe in the future I will accept fewer job offers that will make it difficult for me to continue building the Oxygen program.

The phone that I was still holding on to was ringing fast, I forgot to set it to silent mode so that there was no interference. It is clearly visible on my phone screen written the name of Indira Satya Rahayu. "hallo, what is it?" ask me to him, I stopped my activities for a moment and walked into the middle room. "i miss you sha.." he said softly like he was beside me and whispered.

We talked for a long time on the lunch break. Previously never like this intent to give news or just greet in chat.

Since last night Indira expressed love, I can only respond and accept her feelings, but not sure enough to be a girlfriend, she was understanding and wanted to walk slowly in the relationship this time. There is no need to rush and strengthen each other, that is what Indira thinks. With many bitter experiences with men, he is more able to mature and act so as not to regret it.

"Is this afternoon you have some free time sha?" ask her.

"Where are you going?" I turned around to ask him if he was asking me about my precious afternoon free time. I'm still weighing in my mind, to be able to focus more on working on the Oxygen project.

I can't waste too much of my time. My determination is rounded to immediately complete my personal project perfectly without defects. But it seems like a tough woman who doesn't recognize rejection in any form, "I've sent a package to your house, it's my apartment key in Moonlight Paradise number 215. You go there first.. I still have a meeting this afternoon at 3. Possibly until the apartment at 4 o'clock passes".

"yes." I replied in a flat tone..