The Rise of the Insulted Man

The Baskara Group company

Two days after that sad incident, the end of his current Ikram really rose from his slump, he will try to forget the cruel pain that befell the soul and heart , close the wound as much as possible, so as not to go back gaping and feeling sore,

With the ability and potential he has, Ikram tries to find a better fortune, that could bring his life out of poverty that he had been living and that was the cause of his wife went to choose a rich man...

"How do I look? I feel unworthy to wear these clothes... "

Said the Record in front of the door of his room, and Tio was directly staring at Ikram from top to bottom..

"Hahaha......, you are very cool Ikram.. but you are not like an office worker but like a big-time mafia hihi." replied Tio laughing.

"Don't make fun of me, Tio, this is the first time I've worn a full suit like this" said Ikram annoyed

"Yes.., honestly your brother looks very creepy, I think if you apply for a job to be an aide to officials, you will definitely be accepted." Tio sneered.

"Heh.., don't like to make Tio, let's go out, I'll meet my son first to Mother Aisyah's house "

Take Ikram out of his house and go to the house of Mother Aisyah, when he arrived there seen Mother Aisyah who was feeding Love breakfast,

"Assalamu'alaikum buk. "cow Ikram salute his hand.

"Walaikumsalam son..., wah you are very handsome son, different from his usual are you going to work in the office, son..? " ask Mom curious

"Yes.., I don't work in a buk office, but I'm going to compete for a project organized in that company.. I beg you to pray that I can win it. "

"Definitely kiddo.., oya nak Tio, thank you for bringing Ikram to get out of his dark period.. "

"Yes.., it is my duty as a friend buk. replied Tio.

" Dad..dad is handsome." said Love looked at his father.

And Ikram immediately carried Love and kissed the cheek of his one daughter

"Darling.., you are good at home, do not be naughty with grandma, wait for Daddy to come home.

" Yes dad.., don't forget to find mommy yeah yeah yeah.. Love kangen sama mother. "answer Love is sad.

"Yes dear, yes father left now yes." said Ikram saying goodbye and down Love with guilt.

"Let's buk..." Tio pamit

After that, the two of them began to run their motorcycles towards the company Baskara Group,

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Arriving in front of the gate, they immediately entered and parked his motorbike in the parking lot, and immediately walked towards the front of a very tall and luxurious building

Ikram was nervous when he was about to enter the building, he stopped Tio's path and blocked his hands

"Tio.. are you sure that I will be accepted into the competition...? ask me nervously

After meeting with the HR Manager who helped Ikram, Ikram immediately headed towards the luxurious and wide room, he stepped in confidently, with a serious look covering up to his cluster.

And when he arrived inside, all the eyes of the people in the room, began to look at Ikram with a sharp gaze, there had gathered every competitor who would fight over the project, he said, by bringing files and laptops each of which will be presented in front of the company officials.

"What company are you from..? " ask the man in full suit who is sitting next to Ikram

Ikram immediately fixed his seat firmly and answered the man's question firmly

"I... from the company "Dragon Interior Design" " answered Ikram.

"Hahaha...what company is it? like her I never heard of her, are you new to this architect world..? "

"Yes., my company is still new to me, and not yet famous in the market, but when it comes to my ability in the world of architecture, I have lived it for a very long time..., even ingrained "Ikram replied lying

"Well, you're very confident as it turns out, I can't wait to see what designs you make, if your work will be better than mine.. "

"We'll see." replied Ikram

"Is that your laptop...? what year are you wearing a laptop..? why so old.. "

"Don't say anything unimportant, because we don't know each other.. "

"Hahaha..., you're upset yeah.., I'm just surprised, look at this desk, they're all using the latest laptops all, in order to produce good work, so they're all working, at the presentation, right, but you're the one person who uses a rotten laptop like that, are you really just an architect abal abal.." he mocked

"So your mouth. did you forget, if for the presentation we will only use the flash connected to the company laptop.why do you care so much about my belongings" replied Ikram annoyed.

And the man began to fall silent not daring to answer when he looked at the face of Ikram who had turned red...

Not long after, the room began to quiet as the company officials began to enter the room,

Everyone stood up respectfully as the extremely beautiful and graceful young lady began to enter the room and immediately sat on her bench..

The woman began to look towards the Architects who will compete for the project which has a value of hundreds of billions.

"From now on" he said to his assistant

"Well, before you start your presentations one by one, you have to know who the woman sitting on this bench is, she is the biological child of our CEO who is unable to attend at this time, he said, and he sent his son, Sinta Baskara, as director of the company, to assess your work directly on young architecture..

"And hereby declare the competition of young architecture for the project of building luxury apartments in east Jakarta began by looking at the percentage of the work of each architect" said the assistant

And after the assistant director gave notice, they young architects began to move forward one by one to percentage their work..

The cream, which stared at every design of its competitors, began to feel cold heat, because they had talent and very good work..

But he remains optimistic and confident, will the ability and results of the design that he made, until the end, Ikram's turn to move forward was arrived..

And they all the company officials and competitors began to look towards him. including the woman named Sinta stared at Ikram with Intense..........