Throw Your Ex In His Place !
Ep13
Dara is very lethargic. It seemed like before the war he already knew the outcome, that he would lose. I don't think he wants to go into that meeting room. But because of the support provided by his loyal friend Novi, he finally walked towards the meeting room.
" Come on Dara spirit! Face your enemies to the end! Spirit,Ra! The spirit! C'mon Spirit! " Novi's words were slightly energizing to Dara.
Dara was already in the room. He sat in the fourth row from the front. Most of the employees who took part in the transition task of the central manager are present. A total of ten employees were selected and now there are eight, including Dara.
In front of the white board was a man who had been waiting for them from earlier. With a neat black suit, sit in front of the laptop. Then the man stood up to see Dara and the others who had been sitting neatly in the meeting room.
" Is everything ready ? " The man in the suit asked.
" It's been "Answer Dara and other employees compact.
" Have all entered ? " The man in the suit asked again.
" It was "They were lyric and counting before answering.
" This is what is Mr Seno ? the feeling is not as good as what they ignore. " Murm Dara while reading the report file.
The man in the suit then pulled out his HP and called someone. Not long after the man hung up the phone, the meeting room door opened. Mr. Rizal, Bu Yanti and one other person entered the meeting room. When he saw the third man enter Dara's eyes wide. She's shocked! Why is this guy here ? Dara was still astonished.
" Good day everyone.." Ms. Yanti said hello.
" Mommy's Day.." All the employees answered except for Dara, she still pegged.
" As previously announced that now there will be a final meeting or farewell meeting for Mr. Seno. Where in the meeting Mr. Seno will assess directly the results of your work and the good results will be recommended directly to become the main manager at the headquarters in his place. Please Mr. Seno take over this meeting. " Mum Yanti invited Mr. Seno to lead the meeting. Then Bu Yanti and Mr. Rizal sat in the chair of the meeting participants with the others.
" Well, thank you to Ms. Yanti for allowing me to have this last meeting. My name is Seno Ardibratha. I am usually called Seno or Ardi. The ones who call Seno are usually clients or work-related. But if you call Ardi usually those who are very familiar with me. Ok, we'll just start this meeting. " Ardi opened the meeting with authority. He walked towards Iqbal.
When Mr. Seno mentioned his name Dara immediately opened his report file. He was trying to digest whether what he saw and heard was the right thing ? And sure enough in the last sheet of the report that he had made written the name Seno Ardibratha.
Plaque! Dara patted her softly. Mr. Rizal who was aware of his strange behavior Dara immediately asked him in a whisper.
" Why, Ra ? What's up ? "
" Okay.gimana nih ? The first meeting after the phone call that night was here ? Where I don't have any tidy. The shirt has the coffee Novi. File blisters because the Novi wrong take for ngipasin my feet. I still don't have a softcopy of my report. Really bad first impression. " Dara muttered inwardly, as the rest of the friends handed her softcopy to the black-clothed man whom Mr. Seno thought was, and it turned out to be Iqbal, Ardi's assistant in his new office.
" Dara Amelia, only you have not submitted a softcopy of the report. Where is your flash or CD ? " Iqbal asked. The whole room looked at Dara.
" I'm sorry sir, I have made a report and I have printed it. " Dara stood up and lifted the map in her hand. " But when I got back from my lunch break and was about to move it to a flash drive, the softcopy on the computer was gone." Dara.
" I'm sorry, don't accept any reason. You straight away I scribbled from the list of recommendations. " Annah answered with a sharp look.
" I'm sorry sir, can you not give Dara a second chance ? Because I know he's competent. " Rizal tried to defend Dara.
" I'm sorry Mr. Rizal, I can't do it because I'm completely out of the company. On Monday, I worked at a new company with my assistant. " Ardi patted Iqbal on the shoulder. " How is Dara Amelia ? Do you accept the consequences ? " Subsequently Ardi.
The deg! Dara's heart was pounding when her name was called by Kak Ardi.
" Yes sir, I accept. " Dara answered with a stern answer.
Dara was sitting in her chair. Feeling ashamed and sad because he was decisively killed before the war and it was witnessed by Kak Ardi.
During the meeting he just sat pensive. His eyes were facing forward, looking at his friends who were doing presentations. But his mind was somehow floating where. It was only when the lights came back on that made him regain consciousness. And when the lights go off for the presentation, his mind flies again.
Mr. Rizal observed Dara's attitude from earlier. He felt he could do nothing even though he was actually the crown prince of the owner of the company. He's there still keeping his identity a secret. I want him to call the President to ask for help from him. But he abandoned his intentions, because he knew that Dara did not like that. He knew very well that Dara wanted to try as much as possible with her own efforts. No one knew they were brothers, cousins. Dan Dara is the nephew of Mr. Dirut.
It was equally they did so that they would know any sincere and two-faced person. And of the many employees they meet during their work there are just like snakes. Including Ms. Yanti. Mr. Rizal just needs some more evidence to depose him.
" Dara Amelia, which of your printed reports ? Can I see ? " Iqbal asked when the last employee presentation was over and the lights were back on.
" Can, Mr. "Dara then walked towards Iqbal. But being nervous there was Ardi's brother there, he paid no attention to his path.
Dugm! Dara's legs hit the front of the employee's seat. His balance is gone. With a swift brother Ardi got up from his seat and caught Dara's body so as not to fall. Ardi's brother's hands were coiled around Dara's waist, and his virgin hands were coiled around Ardi's neck.
The deg! The deg! The deg! The deg! Dara's heart was beating very fast. It felt like he almost fainted in Ardi's arms.
