Throw Your Ex In His Place !
Ep.08s
From inside the car that was walking out of the branch office area, Ardi opened his phone trying to find someone's phone number and called him.
Tut's..Tut..! On the dial tone both calls are answered.
" Hello, Mr. Bambang..Please find out all the information about Rizal Ramadhan, the main Manager of PT branch office. Lightgroups. I wait for the info right away. " Tut ! Ardi disconnected his phone.
The deg! There's an uncomfortable feeling in Ardi's chest. These few days he was so busy with his handover so that when he really got out of the company, then there were no more obstacles. However, what he had accidentally seen earlier in the branch office made his mood bad.
Ardi saw Rizal pull Dara's hand. A strange sight that occurred in the office area. Later when they are both inside Bu Yanti's office, Dara is unaware of Ardi's whereabouts. And when the meeting was over, when Ardi went to the toilet accidentally saw Rizal hugging Dara's waist in the kitchen office. A very unpleasant sight for him.
Ardi looked out the window. Distracting the mind by looking at the hustle and bustle of the streets. Suddenly the HP within Ardi's grasp trembled. Bzzz.!! Bzzz..!!
" Yes..Hello Well.." Ardi answered the phone.
" You go to dad's office.dad wait."
" Good yeah.." Tut! Phone connection disconnected.
" Sir, turn the direction to Citra Bratha group office. " Ardi gave the order to his personal driver.
" good, Sir. " In the front road round the car directly to the destination.
Not long until the office of Citra Bratha group. Ardi got out of his car and headed for the entrance. In front of his father's personal assistant building, Iqbal, and two security people were waiting for him. They bowed the body of the sign saluting Ardi and let him in, then followed in his footsteps from behind. Along the way to the elevator the employees who passed by also did the same thing as the security, bowing their bodies.
Ardi was in front of the elevator. The employees who had been waiting consciously shifted and allowed Ardi to use the elevator first. Not a few women who stood in the back row whispering about the good looks and hospitality of Ardi.
The issue spread among the employees that Ardi would soon work there. As deputy director. Accompanying his father. It's been two days since yesterday that he went to this office to learn, adapt and prepare himself. Eventually, he will move on and take over from his father.
Ting! Elevator door opens. Ardi entered the elevator followed by Iqbal, and the security guards just escorted him to the front door of the elevator. With a flat face and sharp eyes trained security guards it makes the employees more reluctant. Then he looked to the left and to the right. Feel empty and there is still room for another, then the crown prince of Citra Bratha group signaled to the assistant so that some employees could get into the elevator and could continue their work. The employees who were waiting in the front row entered the elevator.
One by one the employees who had reached the destination floor came out of the elevator without forgetting to bow the body of a sign of respect and gratitude. Finally, only the two of them remained. The crown prince and his assistant.
" Iqbal, please after this make me a cup of warm tea, a little sugar. " The Ardi commandment breaks silence.
" Good, sir.." Iqbal nodded in taking orders.
Arriving at the destination floor of the elevator opened and they were greeted by two other security officers. They took Ardi and Iqbal to the President Director's office behind the security desk. This security table is shaped like a reception desk in general, with a high table in front and a standard size table behind it facing the security guard.
This security reception room is equipped with a monitor that describes the situation in the President's room. There are several one-way communication tools neatly arranged on the table. Ardi took a quick look at the security desk.
Tok..tok..button..!! Iqbal knocked on the door.
Iqbal opened the door and let Ardi enter the room first and closed the door leaving the security in front.
" In, I have prepared your room.it is one floor below this room. When did you start moving ? " Dad woke up from his work chair walking closer to Ardi who was now sitting on the guest sofa in the room.
" Fastly well.hopefully a few more days have finished business in the old office.and next week can join the company of the father. " An Ardi answered with his eyes closed and his head leaned against the sofa.
" What's wrong with you, Di ? " Ask Dad who's been sitting on the guest sofa.
" It's okay well, just a little cape. " Ardi hid his true feelings. Ardi's departure suddenly felt uncomfortable. Dry and a little sore. Ardi confirmed his sitting position with one of his hands rubbing his neck.
" Iqbal, please tea. " Ardi reminded Iqbal to make a drink that he had ordered time in the elevator.
" Good, Sir.." Iqbal bowed and left the room.
" Are you okay, son ? " Tell me worried.
" It's okay well.just drink less so his throat is dry and uncomfortable. " Ardi explained that the worry on his father's face was gone.
" Yesudah, starting tomorrow if everywhere you bring a gallon of water yes.liar no longer dry his throat. Ahaha.." Dad laughed bitterly Ardi.
Ardi just smiled hearing a crisp joke coming out of his father's mouth.
Mr. President taught his son all about the company before he went to a meeting in a few minutes. Ardi read carefully the files that had been prepared for him. Befriend the warm tea Ardi still continues to learn it. Marking what he does not understand makes it easier for him to ask the responsible in each division.
" In, dad went to the board meeting for a while. Later if you allow me to come back here again. But if not later tonight we continue at home in dad's study. " Said Mr. President while tidying up his suit and tie.
" Yes yeah. " Answer Ardi briefly.
Mr. President left Ardi in the room alone. Feeling tired he stretched his body.
" Hoooaamm..! " Ardi yawns. It was quite draining of his energy and feelings today.
" At twenty-seven minutes. Pantes stomach already rumbling. " Ardi reads the clock in his hand.
Actually at lunch hour, Mr. President has offered food. But, because her mood was still a little bad and she was still seriously reading her father's company files, she missed her lunch.
Ardi tidied up the files and put them on my desk. Taking HP out of his pants pocket Ardi sent WA's message to dad that he had to go back to his office to clean up some files and take some of the stuff in his room.
