The Lost Sense

Chapter 84

"Reny, try checking this file. This is our new associate file. Later, this project will be diverted for you to handle," said papa handed a brown map containing sheets of paper. I received the file, and read it at a glance.

"This is from which company, Pa," I asked. Because I'm still unfamiliar with the company name I read.

"Oh, this is a new company. They offered us a contract of cooperation. So, let's just handle it later," said papa.

"If the Papa who continues to give the same job, crisp, just as much to make Crisp does not develop, Pa," I protested. Because almost half of the contracts I've worked on are grants from Papa.

"Follow the groove. You will also be independent. Don't soksokan. The chicks are weaned, the mother." Papa messed up my hair.

"Reny Coke, equated with chicks," my protest was spoiled. Hugging papa's arm.

"Who knows, it's just a parable." Papa flicked the top of my nose.

"Yes, you learned that file. If you are interested, next month will be opened. You take the tender. The requirements are in that file."

"Alright, Pa. For that opportunity, Papa, give. Crispy will try to do his best."

"Well, that's dong, that's Papa's daughter. Remember, in business, one thing you need to take care of is trust. If we've lost people's trust, it means we're gonna miss a golden opportunity. As we throw a rock into the pool water, the ripples of its waves will spread far away. Like that, if a person's good name has been damaged, it will be spread as widely as possible.

On the contrary, we should never trust anyone who has betrayed us. Once he's betrayed, he'll look for loopholes to betray us no matter when and where. If the opportunity was there, he would continue to take advantage of it."

There is a lot of truth to Papa's advice I heard today. In the cirkel of this life a lot of people we meet as he said papa. In the business world, friendships are even within the family sphere.

"Papa didn't mean to scare you, lo. The business world is cruel. Where friends can be opponents. The opponent can be used to achieve the goal. It's up to us to look at the odds and come up with a strategy. Well, if you already understand it, you will definitely be ready to jump in and bear all the risks.

"Thank you, Pa. Crispy will remember all that papa's advice." I shook hands and kissed the back of papa's hand as papa came out of my study.

I flipped back at a glance at the file papa gave me, when I heard the door on tap. Her face appeared with her trademark smile. The face that some days I miss because I am on duty out of town.

My smile immediately bloomed welcoming her face that was emblazoned on the door. I get out of the chair.

"Hi, I'm not saying that I'm home" my body sank into his warm embrace.

"Intentionally, give me suprise. Is it true that someone misses me" he said silly. I patted that sturdy arm. Again my body was crushed in his arms.

"I miss you too. It's crazy not to see you in a day," he admitted to me.

"Is, very bucin," I cried. "How are you, Raisa," I said.

"Yes, geez. This is what it feels like to compete with your own children. I am the one in sight, even Raisa is wanted" protested Dion.

"Both of you I miss. Jealousy with my own child" I said. Menowel both of her cheeks in agitation.

"Lunch, yuk. I'm starving, right."

"Come, wait, yeah," I'm tidying up the file I read earlier.

"You've got a lot of work to do, huh?" said Dion, looking at the file I put in the envelope.

"Not so familiar anyway. That's a new company. But as far as I know the company's image is a bit bad. How could Om, Handoko deal with that company."

"Said Papa, the hell they filed for cooperation. Papa handed it to me. That's it, anyway," I said a little surprised by the reaction, Dion. Looks like Dion knows more than he reveals.

"Be careful, Ren. Not just with that company. But with everyone, while working together."

"Yes, Papa was also advising me. I'm so happy to be between two guys who care so much about me."

"Huum, but this is not the time to talk business. My stomach has been rumbling since then," he said mimicking one of the drug ads. I, chuckle at his style.

"Okay, we now fill the fire pit first. Before discussing about many things," I said and then took his arm out of the room.

"One of them, about us. Aye, right?" delikikiknya with seductive eye work.

"Ready, Boss!" myrag.

"What do you want to order?" ask Dion as soon as we arrive at our cafe, which specializes in seafood. Starting from being baked, steamed or fried.

"I'm just steamed mesan, deh." Point me at one of the photos in the menu list book. It seems very evocative of my taste when I see the sambal.

"Tumben steamed message. The usual, the baked. Diet, huh?" exclaiming Dion.

"Body is already thin like this, make especially use the diet everything." my daughter. Dion chuckled at my answer.

While waiting for our order, we chatted in no direction. I'm still curious about Dion's attitude, about the company we discussed earlier. But to bring it up further, I felt reluctant as well, because the timing was not right.

"Hem, my hunger is satisfied" said Dion, stroking his stomach after eating.

I just smile at Dion's face, which is sometimes like a child. Devan's attitude is more mature.

"Father, those smiles from earlier," said Dion, breaking my daydream. Putting a piece of chocolate pudding in his mouth.

"Look at your papah, which is sometimes more than a child.small," I said. Unexpectedly, Dion ngakak hard until his tears came out. His attitude caught the attention of many people. I became uneasy when some eyes looked at us in wonder.

"Ih, I guess you don't. Tuh, look at everyone on the lookout here," I whispered panted.

"Foolish, people are happy again. Iri, tell the boss!" she whispered a naughty smile to me. I could only clench my teeth slowly, pretending to be angry in response.

"Yes, be happy," my daughter. I tried to hold back my smile, to make her look seriously angry again. However, upon seeing Dion's witty eyes my laughter was blown away as well, even louder than Dion's laughter just now. Dion's eyes glared in wonder.

The guests back at the cafe, looking at us. Some follow a smile, but many more sneer, may be envious or completely distracted by our behavior.

"After that, we'll have a boycott, lo." Dion tried to ease my laughter. Instead of my laughter stopping, I just felt more funny. Because Dion's mimicry is not trying to calm me down, but it's touching my sense of humor. I desperately held my laughter. Until my stomach felt convulsed, even tears came out of the corner of my eyes.

Dion was always able to make me laugh and be serious in time. *****