Wulan In Night Wound

Chapter 58 The Great Discovery

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A few months struggling with the financial statements of sales results I found a lot of irregularities. There is a discrepancy between finished good products and the purchase of raw materials. I tried to record the data, I found at least for the last 5 years irregularities began to occur.

Previously I was assigned to handle invoices and PO bills due. After Ms. Mirna resigned due to marriage and will be brought to Yogyakarta by her husband, the sales recap that was originally in the handle Mbak Mirna was bestowed on me.

At the beginning of my training period, I not only studied financial statements but also learned about the flow of the production process. So a little know what materials are used and how much scrap is allowed in a production process.

My suspicion started when they were taking customer invoices and PO bills. Broadly speaking like this. In the PO listed the purchase of cloth as much as 10,000 meters. Supposedly from such a large fabric can at least produce 6,500-7,000 shirts. But in reality, there are only 6,000 shirts distributed to customers. Where's others?

For months I struggled with a lot of reports. Starting from PO recap, raw material purchase report, production report, sales sales report, to scrap sales report. Something's not right.

Oh yeah, how's Ronald doing? That very night, after delivering me dinner, Mas Ronald asked if we could still be friends. And of course I agree.

No tears, no sense of loss. Maybe my heart has not opened for another man. My pain and trauma were too deep.

After being convinced of something that is not true, I invite Mr. Bayu to discuss.

Tok. I knocked on Mr. Bayu's door.

Mr. Bayu just nodded, because in his ear was attached a telephone handle.

I entered, and waited for Mr. Bayu to finish talking on the phone.

"Yes, what's up, Lan?" ask Mr. Bayu after he finished talking on the phone.

"Father when is there free time? I want to talk about something"

"I don't have much work today. We can discuss now" replied Mr. Bayu.

"Look sir, I found some irregularities" I began to explain the findings I got. I've summarized it into 10 reports. At the end of the report I concluded in the last 5 years, the total loss of the company is almost 20 billion.

"Crazy, this is crazy!" exclaimed Mr. Bayu when I finished presenting my findings.

"We must immediately report Mr. Hermawan, so that it can be followed up immediately" continued Mr. Bayu.

Two days later Mr. Bayu took me up to the 10th floor to meet Mr. Hermawan.

"What's wrong, Lan?" ask Ma'am Ika as I pass her cubicle.

"Later break I tell you, Ma'am" then rushed to follow Mr. Bayu.

"Good work, Wulan" said Mr. Hermawan when we were in his room.

"These "devil rats must be eradicated immediately. Smooth really playing. Per day the company loses material 300-400 meters fabric. Not to mention the disadvantages of accesoris-accessories such as yarn, label, zipper (zipper), button (button), hangtag. A little bit, long ago so this hill story" continued Mr. Hermawan.

Per day in this company can spend 400,000 meters of fabric, with a total production of 250,000-300,000 garments per day. Whether it is a shirt, shirt, or pants of various types. 300-400 meters certainly will not be too realized from a total of 400,000 meters. It's just from fabric, not from accesories.

After almost two weeks of auditing by the internal audit team

it was found that there is a congkalikong between the purchasing supervisor, the head of the warehouse and the supplier. From the order listed on the PO reduced slightly by the supplier. For example, a message of 400,000 meters of fabric, then the sent only 399,600 meters.

By the head of the warehouse always passed, and input on the system 400,000 meters, not in accordance with the reality in the field.

Eventually the head of the warehouse and purchasing supervisor were dishonorably fired, and reported to the authorities. The supplier who cheated was sued for compensation, and the company requested that in the future there would be no similar incident.

"Lan, called Mr. Dirut" exclaimed Mr. Bayu after two days of corruption and collusion.

"Why, Sir?" ask me confused

"Udah, get up there. I've been waiting" said Mr. Bayu.

I went up to the 10th floor on the emergency stairs to buy time and calm my heart. Confusion, what is it up to the level of staff like me being summoned by a President Director.

Tok. I knocked on the dark brown door with the label "MAIN DIRECTOR" attached.

The room was opened from the inside by someone. When I saw who was opening the door, it made me raise an eyebrow.

Mas Ronald's. There's a Hermawan inside, too. I was fascinated by the interior design of the President Director's room which was almost three times the size of my room.

A middle-aged Arab man with a friendly face smiled at me.

Is this Mr Director? my question is in my heart.

"So this is the great woman who managed to dismantle the big case?" ask a man who was following me named M.Fahreza Daud, S.E, M.B.A, Ph.D, I read from the golden plaque on his desk. Mr. Dirut and Mr. Hermawan are sitting on a cream-colored sofa.

"Let's sit here, I want to hear your story. What was his name?" asked the middle-aged man while pointing at one of the sofas.

"Wulan, sir" I replied politely. Me and Ronald sat on the available sofa.

"I'm Fahreza, commonly called Mr. Reza. No need to argue that. Mr. Dirut not evil anyway" selorohnya.

"How long have you been rummaging through the reports for 5 years until you can finally draw a conclusion on the big corruption and collusion case?" ask Mr. Reza.

"Almost four months, sir" I replied. Then the story flowed how I exposed the corruption case.

"Thank you very much before. You're terrific. Just two years working here but has managed to show an amazing performance"

"Ronald. Raise his salary 25%" ordered Mr. Reza.

"Well, sir" said Mr. Ronald.

"No need, sir. It's my duty" I said.

"Employees like you must be appreciated" said Mr. Reza.

"You have a very good man, Wan" continued Mr. Reza while chuckling.

"Thank you, sir" said I and Mr. Hermawan together.

"For the accounting team prepare a fancy dinner at one of the five-star restaurants. You just set the time. If I can attend, I will attend. It can be attended by the management team as well" said Mr. Reza ended the chat.

It didn't feel like almost two hours we were talking in the room. Time has shown almost lunch time.

"Congratulations, yes" said Ronald.

"I went to the 9th floor, wanted to tell about a fancy dinner" continued Mr. Hermawan.

I just interrupted and smiled and answered the two managers.

Cheers were heard when Mr. Hermawan reported that the accounting team was invited to a fancy dinner. Mr. Bayu was assigned to arrange the time and reservation.

As I was about to get down to the cafeteria for lunch, the extension phone on my desk rang.

Kriiiie.

"Yes, hello?"

"Mbak Wulan, this is Dini" turned out from the lobby.

"Yes, why Din?"

"There are mothers nyariin Mbak Wulan in the lobby"

"Who?"

"Say Miss Wati"

I scrunched my forehead. Didn't feel familiar with someone named Wati, let alone a mother.

"Okay, I'm down" I replied, rather than curious.

Arriving at the lobby I saw a woman with a fancy dress from head to toe. Attached in his hand was a handbag with the logo "Rehmes Paris".

"Mom looking for me?" ask when he gets in front of the woman.

"Oh, so you're Wulan?" snapped at me.

I gasped at the woman I didn't know.

Plakk! A hard slap landed on my cheek.

Who was the woman who suddenly slapped Wulan?

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~*Resign, resign.

~Scrap is a piece of raw materials leftover, consisting of raw materials left over or left behind during the implementation of the production process and raw materials defect or raw materials that are damaged due to carelessness or negligence of employees. In the garment industry it is usually the rest of the pieces of fabric*.