The Perfect Happiness

S3 - Eps 165

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Still Tika POVs.

Since coming home from this afternoon, there's not much Jefri told me. Like not the man I know. He just shut up and shut up. If asked, I will answer only as necessary.

After he finished taking our groceries out of his car, he immediately rushed over to clean his body. He forced himself to return to work in his office. Using his laptop and looking at his screen while sitting leaning on the bed.

I slowly approached her, stood beside her and cupped my palms to either side of her cheeks and raised her face to look at me. I looked into her eyeballs and asked her if she was okay? He only replied with a nod of his head and also a faint smile.

Even when dinner was over, he just asked for my permission to smoke. Of course I allowed it because I thought his feelings must be in a state of turmoil right now and maybe cigarettes were the only way for him to calm his mind. Maybe it was like that, because I used to feel it too. Assuming that cigarettes can make me feel more calm but in fact I was wrong.

(author note: remember smoking it kills you slowly!!)

"Jefri why?" max asked shortly after Jefri stepped away from the dining table.

I looked at him and shrugged my shoulders in unison. "He's a lot of trouble. I'll be back again, too."

"For the company?" search Max again.

"One of them ..," I said as I took my breath away and continued my dinner which was left a little on the plate.

Maybe at this time I look ordinary to respond to Jefri's attitude, when in fact in my heart, I am very worried about him. I'm afraid that tomorrow at the office he's getting out of control because of all this. Especially if Mr. Hardi is waiting for him to explain everything. Will he forgive Mr Hardi? Or will he not listen to any explanation?

"Tika .. You no longer have a problem both, right?" My mother started to criticize me.

I replied lazily, "No, Mah. We're doing fine. Jefri is again a problem but not me," I argue.

I exhaled and this time it really felt heavy. Maybe I was too worried about him.

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Jefri POV's.

After dinner I decided to smoke after I asked Tika for permission. Fortunately he still allowed me to sip the twists of the tobacco. I put a cigarette in my mouth and lit it. Enjoying the smoke after smoke, which I slowly exhaled. Looking at the night sky.

My mind floated back, remembering the incident I experienced this afternoon. It's all so coincidental. Just now Brandy gave me a series of information about Mr. Hardi from his men. Whether it was about his background, photos of his meetings with several people, even up to account information he had. I got everything that afternoon.

I admit, indeed from the whole information I got, about his background that really surprised me. Because I was surprised to see the arrangement of his family which turned out Paula was his biological child. Mr. Hardi divorced his wife on grounds of domestic violence.

It was not Mr. Hardi who committed the violence, but his wife. And what fuels that violent conflict is the family economy. His wife is famous in the world of socialite women, making me not surprised if the nature is declining in her only child Paula.

Then when Brandy showed me some photos from Mr. Hardi's meeting with Paula who was handing me a chocolate envelope with my company bribe. With her happy face and her two sparkling eyeballs. Maybe all this time my family and I have been playing games for a long time. Trapped in all the events they had planned for a long time.

I was too stupid and careless too!

Not to mention the other coincidences that came in a row approaching me. Meet Paula who hit Tika's shopping cart. Until he saw Mr. Hardi himself who was moving his son's groceries into the car.

It was an amazing coincidence. Just a few minutes apart, everything was actually presented directly in front of my eyes. And this afternoon I was quite satisfied with what I was doing there.

Suddenly someone patted me on the shoulder and with a reflex I turned my head. I found Max preparing to sit next to me. He also lit his cigarette and enjoyed it. I looked straight back to the front.

"Is there a problem?" ask Max.

"Maybe in a week I'll take Tika with my kids back to our house." I exhaled violently without daring to look at Max.

I know this is the most ridiculous decision I've ever made. But as in my previous intentions, I want to take care of my own little family. I feel uncomfortable always being in Max's shadow. He's always the one protecting my wife and kids. I have thought about this decision many times.

"Are you sure, Jeff?" Max asked that question. "Have you both compromised?" added again.

"Tika agreed. I really want to be responsible to them because it's my duty." I tried to explain to Max the reason why I wanted to go back to our own house where Max could finally understand my decision.

Then Max also asked me about my current condition. I explained to her about the obstacle I was experiencing. Trying to exchange ideas with him again, until finally I also told him about Brandy who will be my secretary and also told about Mr. Hardi.

"Oh, so this afternoon Mr. Hardi was caught?" Max was surprised by my story, and did not expect that Pak Hardi was the real father of Paula. "Trus Paulanya knows also that now you are the superior of her father?"

"I don't know and I don't want to know, Max. How they or whatever it is, the cave just wants to get him out of the company." I turned to look at Max the flash Max responded to with a pat on my shoulder.

"You have to have strong principles for tomorrow and from tomorrow. Firmly be their leader so that they are disinclined by you." Max started advising me. Yeah, I learned a lot from everything I've been through today.

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The next day at the office, I got a surprise that was no less interesting. Mr. Hardi was waiting for me to arrive in my room. Fortunately I came to coincide with the arrival of Brandy who also brought documents yesterday that I saw.

I was stopped when I passed the doorway of my room because I saw it. He stood greeting me so politely. Unlike the previous one who was senior and spoke a lot. I took a breath and then walked back to my chair.

"Sit down" said I who complied with Mr. Hardi, but unfortunately I did not invite Pak Hardi who sat but Brandy. "I'm asking my guests to sit down, not you" I said.

Hardi put his butt on one of the chairs in front of my desk. Then he stood up as soon as he heard my words.

Now in my hand was a medium-sized brown envelope. Slowly I took out all the contents of the envelope and I also picked up a folder that I had stored in a drawer in the closet behind my seat.

For a moment, I looked at Mr. Hardi who was still standing while lowering his face. I don't know what he's thinking. What is clear is that right now, I really want him to admit all his mistakes to this company, especially to papa. The reason that suggested papa to follow the tender first was also him, on his advice.

"Do you want to explain or me?" I said firmly and then leaned on the back of the chair with both hands crossed in front of the chest.

Mr. Hardi was still speechless, still lowering his face. It was like a child being punished by his parents for being found guilty. For some time I waited for him to answer, but still there was no answer. Not a word came out of his mouth.

"Ndy, sorry, can you wait for the cave outside for a second? Maybe Mr. Hardi is embarrassed to admit his mistake in front of others," I said meaningfully. Brandy agreed and then she got out of her seat and walked out of the room. Giving a little space so that Pak Hardi can move his tongue.

"So how?" ask me again while exhaling heavily.

At first Mr. Hardi did not say anything. Until I finally opened a map that recorded all the records about the withdrawals he had made over the past two years. Complete with notes, memos and other things that support the process of withdrawing money that he has been doing so far.

"This what? Can you explain it to me? I'm a new kid here and I don't really understand some of the things that are in this document. Likewise with some signatures that exist," I said firmly but tried not to get carried away with emotions.

"I'm sorry, sir. I won't do it again." There was a sound of his voice almost breaking.

I just looked at him, nor did I ask him to immediately stand up from his current position. "You think with an apology, everything you've taken can come back? Over twenty-four months you do this. During that time, my family lied. It's not a small amount and you're also faking our signatures" I said calmly.

Suddenly Mr. Hardi touched my feet, spontaneously I was surprised and jumped away. I don't want his way of apologizing like this, unethical to me. Even being disrespectful, it's not appropriate for him to humble himself like this to me.

I walked away from him and decided to sit back in my chair. The safest place in my opinion right now. "If you don't want to explain anything more, please hand over the resignation letter now." Again I took quick steps. Because if I let it go, Mr. Hardi must have another way to influence my current decision.

Mr. Hardi remained in his position this time he rested by immersing his face on the floor. I feel a little sorry to see that. But I can't deny it if the mistake is too fatal.

For a while later, he stood up, as I told him to get up from there. "stand. With your attitude like that will only ruin my judgment on you."

He is truly silent a thousand languages. I watched him closely. There was no sign on her cheek that she was crying. Maybe he's not the kind of guy who cries if there's a big problem like this in his life.

"I saw from earlier that you did not bring an envelope or a letter of resignation. I'll give you an hour to make it. Please get out of my room. Thank you." Thank you." I returned to clear up some documents and some photos that I had wanted to use against her defense.

But I never thought, the whole time she just kept quiet and Hanha once said an apology, that's all. Really wasting my time. I threw my breath away violently as soon as he walked out of my room with the door open. I closed my eyes for a moment, took a few breaths and exhaled slowly.

Tok tok!

I opened my eyes, as soon as I saw Brandy in the doorway and said, "May the cave come in?" Poking his head which I then retorted with just a nod of my head.

"What was that crus?" brandy asked with a gesture of her hand pointing back with her thumb. Ask about mr. Hardi.

"He didn't bring his resignation letter. The cave asks for another hour to make love to the cave table." I leaned against my body on the back of the chair and rubbed my face roughly.

'Finally one problem is resolved, ' my mind is at the moment.

After that I grabbed the intercom phone handle in the corner of my desk, pressed the three-digit number that connected to the Human Resources Development division phone. Then ask them to provide me with a track record report from Pak Hardi during his time at this company. I even asked him from the beginning to work here. Because all the jobs in my company have a system where every job task is known and through the division process, the report reaches my hands.

"So, how, did you learn the documents that you loved yesterday?" I asked Brandy to put the phone back on.

"Udah, there are also some documents that have made the draft for your meeting next month."

I flicked my lower lip, surprised to hear her words. Then smilingly looked at him while nodding my head. Speechless at his speed how it works and it treats my anger a little.

But if for the affairs of presentation materials, Brandy is an expert. Even when we were still in the office, he was often trusted to attend several important meetings for the selection of tools and the selection of areas that became the point of work on the office project. So it doesn't seem like it's going to be my wrong choice to bring her into my company.

After some time we were busy discussing about the company, I finally also submitted some conditions to Brandy to be my secretary. And vice versa, Brandy also has the same requirements for me.

For a long time we tried to find a middle ground of some of the requirements that each of us submitted, until finally we found the results of a mutual agreement.

"The cave just wants everything protected by law. So you have nothing to lose, the cave is also not. It's okay, isn't it?" ask Brandy again about the employment contract I'm going to give her.

After getting his approval, I immediately grabbed the phone and contacted the Human Resources Development Division again. But this time I asked one of them to come to my room and bring along documents about the employment contract that we will soon be doing to Brandy.

No need to wait long, one of the employees of the division is now in my room. He explained some important points Brandy should know about this employment contract agreement. Because Brandy got her job position not through selection or advertised job vacancies. So that there is no specific set of tests that he must do.

We listened carefully to all of those words. Even if Brandy has to do a test, it's just a health test and the point is to provide life insurance facilities to her.

After all the explanation stages are completed, it is time to sign the contract letter. First, I put my autograph on some of the papers presented by Jessy, an employee of the Human Resources Development Division in my office. After that, it was Brandy's turn to sign her all over the paper and also put a wet stamp on her thumb.

All the process went well and eventually Brandy was officially to be my secretary.

"Sir Brandy can start work tomorrow and this is the document section for you to save. Then for the work policy, everything you report directly to, Mr. Jefri. Not through us" Jessy said with a smile.

"I'll excuse you, sir. Excuse me." Then Jessy walked out of my room leaving me and Brandy alone.

Soon my phone suddenly rang.

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Can't we just talk?

Can't we just talk?

Talk about where we're goin'

Before we get lost

Let me out first

Can't get what we want without knowin'

I've never felt like this before

I apologize if I'm movin' too far

Can't we just talk?

Can't we just talk?

Figure out where we're growingin'

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I immediately reached into my pants pocket and pulled out my phone, papa's name appearing there. I scrunched my eyebrows. Put some suspicion on Mr. Hardi. What has he told papa, until papa suddenly contacted me at this time? So sudden and so coincides with all the problems that occur.

"Jeff, don't you take the phone?" scold Brandy. I lifted my face and looked at him. He was looking for the right answer from his face. But the answer never existed.

Then what should I do now? Will you believe all the evidence I get? Maybe I should have shown this evidence to papa first, and then I acted. Right?

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