Trapped in Love Lecturer Idiot

Mega Project

Inspiration was silent in his room, holding a greeting card inside the gift parcel that Ara gave her. In his right hand he also holds a necklace belonging to Ara, which he had not been able to return, when the incident Ara was teased by the thugs.

Not yet, but indeed Ilham did not intend to return it to Ara.

There is not the slightest evil intent from Inspiration. He just wanted to keep what Ara had, with all his heart.

Inspiration plays the necklace, while looking at it gently. He also constantly read the greeting card with the word "i love you" that, without stopping.

Ilham let out a long sigh, "what does this greeting card mean?" murmuring Inspiration softly, making him always think about it since the first time Ara gave a gift of black suits that she was currently wearing.

It was the first gift that Ara gave her. Inspiration always hopes, there will be other gifts that Ara will give for him. Not materialistic, but Ilham will call it a souvenir, or a memento of the person he loves, which he may not be able to have until anytime.

There was no ambition whatsoever to obtain Ara. He was just trying to fill the void that was in Ara. He does not want, the girl he loves to feel sad, or slumped excessively.

Just like his father, who had always been there for the mother of Ara, even though it was only considered a clown, but it was already quite enough for his father.

A heartbreaking love drama, as there will be no place for anyone else in the heart of Ilham, other than Ara.

The face of Ilham is now reddened, so it is too pervasive the writing on the card. From the moment he first saw the card, he always imagined it would happen to him.

Inspiration stared at the necklace, "grip it or release it?" muttered Ilham, who was still confused by his feelings for Ara.

This endless love made Ilham feel claustrophobic, with the feeling he had on Ara.

Inspiration holds his chest that feels tight, either because of his feelings unrequited, or because of yesterday's events that still make his chest feel tight.

"If I had been a little faster," murmured Ilham very softly, making a little tear well up in his armpit.

"Tok .. tok ...."

Someone knocked on the door of Ilham's workroom, making Ilham hurriedly wipe away the tears that had pooled in his pelupuk. He let out a long sigh, trying to hold back as hard as the feeling of tightness he felt.

"Come in" cried Inspiration, made one enter the room of Inspiration, and immediately sat before him.

"What's up, Ga?" tanya Ilham, making Rangga who is general secretary at Arash company, let out a long sigh.

"Look, Sir. I want confirmation about the tender that we submitted yesterday," said Rangga mutely, making Ilham squeak his forehead.

The face of Inspiration instantly changed, like one who was shocked by the results he read. Inspiration put the file in his hand back on the table.

"Why might it fail? We've planted hundreds of millions just for operation. Not to mention the inventory that we have bought, the price is also not cheap," murmured Ilham in disbelief, in a very sad tone, but he tried to resist his feelings.

"I don't understand either. Why did all this happen?" rangga said, making Ilham lean towards him.

"Aren't we already going to sign the contract, today? Why would he arbitrarily cancel and instead reject the submission I had desperately made?" ask Inspiration with a little tone that does not accept with everything.

Arash's efforts at that time were in vain. Arash, Ilham and other teams who prepare this project as well as possible, even the holidays they use for meetings with clients, finally can only get here.

Ilham rubbed his face rough with both hands, making Rangga become compassionate with him. In any case, Rangga is not a new employee in this company. He knew very well, the struggle of Ilham and Arash in refuting this near-collapse company, for the past year.

Head made legs, feet made head. That's how they work day and night, Monday to week, just for some of the projects they're up against right now.

Other micro projects have been very successful, somehow this mega project that even run aground, like there is a game in it. All the things they prepared, were futile.

"Where can? How should I explain to the president?" tanya Ilham, made Rangga look at her with sadness.

"I'm sad too, but what else? The business world is cruel. The oppressive powerful, maybe we are being oppressed right now. Do not want to lose, I also definitely back up all the needs that will be needed for the next project," said Rangga, making Ilham several times sighed.

Inspiration looked at Rangga, "lantas, how should I explain to Arash, and the prospective workers I have prepared?" the rather loud question of Inspiration, made Arash who was about to enter the room of Inspiration, become restrained from hearing Ilham shout like that.

Arash frowned, 'Unlike usual. Why is Inspiration screaming like that?' inner Arash wondered with the situation that was inside.

"I will help Mr. Ilham to talk to the president" said Rangga with full positive energy, which he hopes can be channeled to Ilham, who is currently exploding and disappointed because of the failure of the tender they prepared.

"She's already down, if we tell this failed project to her too, how mental will it be?" tanya Ilham, who was still thinking about Arash.

Hearing that, Arash immediately snorted because he felt very surprised. The project, which he had been preparing for months, had finally failed. Though from a client who was Arash met at the hotel, they strongly agreed to the submission that Arash submitted.

Well, the business world is not as beautiful as we think. The business world is cruel. That is why Arash must make himself strong, and mature before his time.

For the past ten years, he has struggled alone to refute the company his father left behind, in order to meet the needs of his sister, as well as himself. He also forgot his dream to become a policeman, to live the company that his father left.

Things like this, not just once he felt. Several times, even dozens of times he has felt. Arash should have gotten used to this kind of failure.