Two Love Belongs to Zahira (Part My Wife!)

111. Shares

In a slightly overcast morning, everyone was busy leaving for work, big buildings began to be filled with many people, not least small buildings, shops and so on, everyone was busy with his work.

That morning was the beginning of the spirit for Raditya, the young man will lead and control the company from today, of course with the help of Ayu and some of his mother's mainstay assistants.

But in another house instead, the man who was grizzled looked gloomy with a wrinkled forehead, his big hands occasionally raised to massage his temple which already requires age-appropriate massage. But this time not just a massage at the temple, but a fund massage that is not small. His flagship stock has now been pulled out by the owner, he was reluctant to go to the office because of course the commotion and worries will be heard echoing in the meeting room.

His company is threatened with bankruptcy, even he is in debt with Anggara. During this time too careless lulled with a lot of money, he never counted how many shares Anggara in his company, and it turns out Anggara pulled it faster than expected, also the amount is more than the calculation.

"I have to how?" said slowly.

The man was thinking hard, but then he got up from his seat. Staying at home is not a good option.

Arriving at his office, Anwar was so surprised by the presence of several fellow media colleagues. Their faces were as dazzling as Anwar's.

"Why you so long ago, we called but your phone wasn't active." one of them spoke to him.

"I'm-i'm dizzy." she replied unsure of her own answer, the man walked in past all of her co-workers. I don't know what invited them so they came together at the Mars Media office.

"Anwar we need to talk." they even followed Anwar into his private room.

"What's wrong?" anwar asked after sitting on the oversized chair.

"Figured to withdraw all his shares in our company" the bald-headed man replied impatiently.

"What's? So it's not just me?" anwar asked, surprised.

"All of us." said another.

"Then how should we?" ask one of them.

"Did you guys make a mistake?" a young man sat down and asked intimidatingly.

"I'm not." replied the man who hadn't spoken since.

"You?" ask the man to the bald man.

"I don't either." she replied looking limp.

"You?" ask the man again, this time to Anwar.

"No." she replied, but it seemed unconvincing.

"He wouldn't do this if one of us didn't make trouble" he said, raising his feet to the table, apparently just the most relaxed of the others.

"Don't be pretentious, I get suspicious if it's actually you who's playing behind us." the man who spoke up from the beginning became annoyed with the young man's attitude.

"Oh, it turns out that someone is angry." she got up from her seat. "I'm the most innocent here. You think I don't know, one of us is the one who wants to take down Anggara. Don't mess with her if you don't want to beg on the street with a used bread can. Of course I'm not the one, and if anyone is involved, then be prepared to be a former Director" he said, he was lazy to have to talk a lot with his old and catapulted colleagues.

"Where are you going?" ask the bald man named Santoso.

"You're going to Anggara's office, what's wrong?" ask him casually.

"I'm coming along." Santoso passed by, he found it more useful to go along with the young than the old and doubted.

*

"Have anyone come?" ricky asked his secretary.

"Not yet, but the one who called there a few times" replied the young man with glasses.

"Don't answer that." - Ricky.

"Sir, someone wants to see you." The secretary lady met Ricky.

"Let him in." Ricky is preparing with his casual style.

"Good morning Mr. Ricky." the young man was so smart to greet and praise Ricky.

"You pulled the stock without telling me how we didn't come here" he replied casually.

"True, you're home!" command without feeling guilty.

The bald man gawked at him, he became confused by all the big boss's games.

"Let's go home." take the young man to his partner.

"But how's our company?" the man asked, more confused.

"Let it go, if it's not returned it means you have to be sincere, it's not our money anyway" she explained, increasingly making the man want to cry.

"Mr Ricky, please don't be like this." she begged Ricky.

"You're a crybaby once, after my business is done I'll think about it again." Ricky was happy to see that pitiful old face.

"Oh my god" he said he really wanted to cry.

"Already, they had a lot of business." the young man embraced his partner and immediately left.

"I'm going to fall poor" he said again still heard by Ricky.

"No, it was only temporary." his young companion calmed him down.

"Is he a victim?" ask secretary Ricky.

"Temporary sacrifice" he replied laughing.

But soon after, some people came, one of them was Anwar.

Ricky smiled cynically.

"Good morning Mr. Ricky." said the three bowed respectfully.

"Good morning." replied Ricky briefly, the room that had been feeling cool now turned gripping cold.

"We want to ask about the stock you pulled suddenly" said the man strapping the owner of a television station.

"I feel like some of you are looking for information about the owner of this company. You actually want to take down the donors who have been supporting you for years, and that's what we've been investigating" Ricky replied, glancing at Anwar.

"But I'm not Mr. Ricky" replied the man again.

"But you'll be involved" replied Ricky confidently.

The man was getting confused, he didn't even know about it.

"You two go home, I still need time to investigate you both." Ricky asked her to come home.

"I need to talk to you." Ricky looked hard at Anwar.

The next seconds were silent, until the sound of footsteps could be heard entering the room with the expensive aroma characteristic of a ruler. Anggara entered gallantly, then sat opposite Anwar.

"Good morning Mr. Anggara" he said slowly.

"Good morning Mr. Anwar." Anggara replied.

He looked down, did not dare to look at Anggara let alone to speak, but again he remembered if his company was critical.

"You looking for me?" ask Anggara slowly.

"Of course Mr. Anggara, my company can go out of business if all the shares you have withdrawn." replied Anwar.

"Didn't you look for another investor to replace me?" anggara asked still looked calm.

"No, I'm just looking for a partner working together, not an investor like you said."