The Secret With Bad Boy

Pamite

That afternoon, after the school bell rang, Kinanti immediately dropped out of her class. The girl seemed to be in a hurry because there were things she had to do right now.

Lucky today he did not come home late afternoon because there was a try out of a famous University for those who are currently in the third grade of High School. The results of the Kinanti try out are very good and the University appreciates that. They offered Kinanti to continue her studies there. Kinanti was actually interested, but the label of the campus as the best private campus, it could be the cost of the lecture was exorbitant. Although the scholarship that Kinanti get can ensure the tuition fee is entirely insured, but what about other costs?

“Kinan recalls, ask Dad's opinion first. Now we finish one-on-one.” That mantra was what Kinanti said to affirm her choice of attitude. There is Lukman who he must always be involved in every decision.

Out of the school area, Kinanti went straight to the bus stop where she used to wait for the public transportation mode. Today the girl is indeed traveling alone because Kala is still in Singapore. This is quite beneficial because in this way Kinanti is like returning to her former self, who is independent and does not depend on others, even if it is Kala.

Sometimes he does need to do this so that he is not too dependent and always rely on Kala. He also misses the atmosphere of standing crowded in the busway which is starting to be difficult to get a seat. It's the reality that forever life is a competition including a competition for a seat. There is empathy that we must use when we walk our way.

Kinanti tried to enjoy it, enjoying the journey that made her heart beat fast. I don't know what kind of response HRD Lukman later when it turns out Lukman finally decided to stop. Whether they will grieve or just be ordinary because after this they can recruit younger people who are stronger, healthier and more productive.

Kinanti's heart shrank slightly, realizing that when we work somewhere, natural selection will occur. We'll meet something like this, meet a new work environment and end up with a breakup. Chances are there are only two, our departure will be remembered or forgotten just like that without any sense of regret for them. Yes, that's the reality when we work at work.

At the next stop, Kinanti went down. He walked to the office center which is only a few meters away.The ever-expanding mode of transportation does provide a lot of convenience and help him. He just needs to be patient and share with others who also have their own interests.

Arriving in front of the company where Lukman worked, Kinanti stopped his steps for a while. He looked at the sturdy building where his father scavenged for decades.

“It's the best, yes it's the best. Not only for dad, but also for this company.” Kinanti strengthened herself before entering the pages of this company. After being sure, with a sultry flutter Kinanti met a receptionist who greeted him.

“Good day, can I help you?” ask the well-worn woman who greeted Kinanti warmly.

“Siang Brother. I want to meet HRD here. I have to deliver a letter from my father.” Kinanti took out an envelope that she kept in the bag.

“Oh, can deck. Adek write the identity of adek here and the type of letter that adek bring. I will send it to the HRD.” department The receptionist spoke in a friendly manner.

“Sorry sis, can I hand it over directly? Since there are some things I have to say,” pinta Kinanti with half pleading.

“Oh sorry, can't deck. Unless she already has an appointment.” The reason the receptionist was quite able to understand was just not in accordance with his wishes.

“What is this?” ask a woman who heard her receptionist's rejection of a girl.

Kinanti and the receptionist immediately turned their heads and it turned out that Bertha had just returned from lunch with her client.

“Good day Mom, sorry I made a noise. I'm Kinanti, his son Mr. Lukman, one of the employees in this company.” Kinanti immediately introduced herself politely.

Of course Bertha knew this girl. The girl who made a lot of changes to her son. “Yes, I remember. Come with me.” The woman said with her friendly smile.

“Oh, thank you, Bu.” Kinanti was surprised because he was allowed to enter. He thought that the HRD of this company was not as firm as he thought. He did not know that this woman was the owner of the company and the birth mother of Kala.

The woman walked in front of Kinanti and Kinanti followed behind her. They entered the elevator to the main director's room. Every now and then Bertha noticed this sweet girl figure from the reflection of the elevator wall. This girl smiled slightly as they accidentally met a glance. Bertha breathed a sigh of relief as she realized that her son had a very sweet and kind friend.

The elevator stopped on the fourteenth floor, where Bertha's office was located. Bertha deliberately did not bring Kinanti into her room so as not to feel tense. He chose to invite Kinanti into his lounge which has a balcony with a view of the city of Jakarta. He wanted to have a casual conversation with the girl in front of him.

“Please sit down,” The woman kindly invites Kinanti to sit down.

“Thank you.” Kinanti sits gracefully in one corner of the sofa.

“What can I help you with?” Bertha's reception was very friendly.

“Previous thank you for your deigning to meet me.” The girl started her sentence and put a white envelope on the table. The envelope that Lukman wrote himself as a letter of resignation.

“I brought a message from my father to convey this there is Mom.” He pushed the letter closer to Bertha.

“I represent my father who could not give this resignation letter to Mom, and want to say thank you very much for the kindness of this company to my father. Twenty-four knew my father worked here and to this day, I still see pride in my father's eyes, whenever I tell him about this company.” Kinanti paused her sentence for a while, she also clasped her hands at each other to withstand the turmoil of grief she felt.

“My father really likes working in this company. Every acquaintance asked where his father worked, he would tell if he worked in a comfortable place and made him willing to devote himself in this place. It is not only about his salary that makes him comfortable, but because of the people who are here who always motivate him also because of the kindness of company leaders such as mother.” The girl smiled meaningfully making Bertha's heart stir. It felt like he was starting to understand why Kala had changed after getting to know this girl.

“My father, sick.” In this part, Kinanti's voice sounded slightly trembling even though her lips were trying to smile to show that she was firm.

“A disease that makes his world turn serratus eighty degrees. His strength is not as great as before and his spirit is also not as tough as when he is healthy. So he decided to quit this company. Not because I no longer want to contribute to this company, but because he realized, this company is too good by giving a great reason for my father's condition that is not the same as other employees.”

There was a cry that Kinanti was trying to hold back as Bertha's pair of eyes looked at her attentively and haru. “Thank you, Mom. Thank you for this company for providing a decent living for our family. Thank you also for the great admiration for my father's condition. My father and I, cannot repay the kindness of my mother and the leaders of this company. I can only imagine that this company is always successful in achieving its vision and mission so that many employees are helped as well as my father.” Kinanti ended her sentence with a smile, a smile filled with many thanks.

Bertha could not speak to hear the words of Kinanti who was so sincere and deep. The message of Kinanti and Lukman was so up to his will.

“How is your father doing now?” That was the question Bertha finally asked. He looked at Kinanti with empathy.

“Good, my father is slowly improving.” Kinanti spoke calmly though her heart churned whenever she heard someone ask her father's condition.

“Send my greetings and thank you to Mr. Lukman. May he be healthy always.” The sentence was uttered Bertha with a trembling voice. He tried firmly as a leader, but his heart was too crisp by the attitude of a Chinatown.

“Thank you, Mom. I'll convey.” Kinanti's voice had already turned neutral it seemed like her strength was starting to return.

Not long after, the girl chose a goodbye, leaving Bertha still staring at a piece of resignation letter that made her heart crisp. Many things he then thought about after the departure of Kinanti and his sentences were so full of meaning. One thing he is doing at the moment is calling his assistant to come in and face him.

“There can I help madam?” ask the assistant to Bertha.

Bertha folded the letter in her hand and kept it with but. He smiled at his assistant and gave the man orders.

“Cancel all sales submissions of this company.” Bertha's words sounded firm to make her assistant look at the woman in shock.

"You mean, madam?" The assistant was confused.

Bertha gave a small smile, she moved from her place and exhaled a sigh of relief. "I will still continue to manage this company by my own hands" the woman said with confidence.

“Ba-good Mistress.” The assistant stuttered.

Bertha smiled in relief after saying what she was holding in her heart. With a conical heart and mind, he came to a conclusion that he would not let go of this company just like that. The company that his father mandated to take care of. He also inherited many employees who depend on his life in this company.

A Lukman and his daughter, have opened their eyes that maybe not only one Lukman person is dedicated to this company. There are many employees who are loyal to this company.

Bertha felt that she did not want to lose those people. He is not ready if then the new management, who bought his company, has a different mindset about how to treat employees in the way and the way of the late father. Yes, Bertha's decision has been very unanimous to remain in control of this company.

“In addition, please arrange a gathering for employees and their families. I want to get to know them even better,” Bertha's next message. He doesn't want to miss the moment of getting to know dedicated people like Lukman. Yeah, he wouldn't miss that.

“Good, Mistress.” Again assistant Bertha chimed in obediently.

There were no longer any sentences of command from this great madam. The big madam was still focusing with her relieved feelings on the decision she had chosen at this moment.

Look, Jakarta's sky is so clear today.

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