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"You're almost too late!!" Angga with a grouchy look. The reason is, three minutes more departure door is closed, and the child also his son-in-law came at the right time.
"I have to prepare a lot of things, Dimitri today ratification of the position in the company, but I can not nemenin him because it has to go." replied Rania.
Angga only glanced at his daughter-in-law at a glance.
"Only ordinary confirmation, not to think about. Only in the council, and papi." Dimitri.
"Really?"
"Yes." the man nodded.
"I feel bad, you have an important event but I'm not there."
"I told you it's okay, right?"
"One more minute." Angga.
"Oh, go there! the trip to Argentina is very far, ..."
"All right then. I'm going, huh?" pamit Rania, hugging her husband.
"Be careful, don't do anything crazy, or I'll drag you off the track if you dare to do that!" Dimitri whispered, while the woman laughed.
"I'm serious" Dimitri said again, then broke his embrace from his wife's body.
"Udah?" Angga spoke again.
"Udah pah, come on?" answer Rania.
"Titip Rania, Pah. She ..." Dimitri hung his words when he saw the woman round her eyes.
"Mm .. tipped Rania" she said again, then cleared her throat.
Angga simply answered him with a glance, before they finally walked into the departure gate.
"Be careful, Zai." The man's still there.
Rania looked over while waving her hands.
"Take care of yourself, okay? and ... our son." at the end of the sentence he whispered.
And the woman nodded her head while raising her thumb up before they finally disappeared behind the gate.
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"Good morning?" Arfan started the meeting a few minutes after Dimitri arrived at the Nikolai Group building. After they had a little bide time due to the candidate of the main leader who had to take his wife first to the airport.
"I'm just going to say a few things here, about leadership and a few other things. For that I ask all of you for attention." the man continued.
"As we know, that my position here is as a substitute for the main leader, namely Mr. Satria Nikolai. And the end of this month is the end of my term as a replacement. Therefore, I will submit a letter of resignation," at once the meeting room that day turned boisterous. "Together with the letter and some documents of the end-of-service report that I will submit to the new leadership" he said.
"I will still finish the job until the time comes at the end of the month, but today I will hand over this position officially to Mr. Dimitri Alexei Nikolai, what we know is the son of Mr. Satria, who will take over the position, and replace him at the helm of Nikolai Group." the atmosphere is getting boisterous, only, and everyone's attention was now on Dimitri.
They knew that the son of the supreme leader would be the next successor. Of course, as the first son of the Nikolai family, the position of the man was unshakable. But no one thought it would happen so soon.
"Therefore, I ask for cooperation from all parties to help him run this company, and bring us to a better situation. Thank you" Arfan ended his short speech.
Then the handover of office took place, in front of all council members. Several subsidiary leaders, and shareholders were deliberately invited to the event.
Satria is also the owner of the company, Sofia as the owner of 25 percent shares, and Dygta who became the holder of each 10 percent share with Arfan her husband. And everything went smoothly without any meaningful obstacles.
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"Congratulations sir?" Clarra walked into the room that has now officially become the place where Dimitri works for the next few years. Maybe a dozen, or decades later until there are other replacements after. Whether it was his two younger siblings, or perhaps his nephews, who were about to take over this family business was certainly a huge responsibility that he had to shoulder.
"Shut up, .. will you be my secretary from now on?" answer Dimitri.
"Of course, unless I resign from this company, or you get a better secretary than me."
"Compulsive, ...
"I'm just confident, Dimi."
The man was just smearing.
"Why not angry?" clarra said while chuckling.
"What?"
"You're quiet, but you usually like to protest when I call you Dimi!" the girl laughed.
"Not important, said Dimitri who then opened the laptop in front of him.
"So seriously want to go straight to work?" ask Clarra.
"What am I supposed to do? shouldn't I be working?"
"Yes, .. I guess you still want to mess around?"
"Follow your head! I'm the owner of the company now, there's no such thing as messing around."
"Yet. The company still belongs to Om Satria,"
"But I'm leading now."
"Yeah, .. leading doesn't mean having, Dim."
"Whatever you say!"
"Well, are you sure you want to work now?"
"Of course, bring it!!" the man with his spirit.
"Sir, today as always there are some documents that you have to sign, approval of some projects that will begin. Work deal, and everything else." Clarra pointed to the pile of documents on Dimitri's desk. Which makes his new boss round his eyes.
"The pain of Arfan yesterday made some things neglected. But calm down, Arfan will get it done for you soon. He won't leave the job just like that before actually retiring from Nikolai Group."
Dimitri.
"After lunch there was a meeting with investors from South Korea, then clients from Turkey, and there were some partners also from China who had arranged the agreement two weeks ago. For one reason or another, meetings with them are always postponed." Clarra ends her schedule report.
"There's a lot of Clas!" Dimitri threw his back on the back of the chair.
"You think this job will be easy? not young master! your responsibilities and obligations are greater than anyone." Clarra.
"Can it be reduced a little? you'd cut back a lot of time with my wife if this was the way."
"Can't sir. Sorry, we've been doing a lot these past few months."
"I can fall like Arfan if this is the case."
"No, you're young, and you have to manage your time and body so you don't fall like your brother-in-law."
"But Cla??"
"Welcome to work, sir? do not forget later after lunch we go for the first meeting, followed by the second meeting, and the next."
"God!! it's even my first day at work, Cla!"
"Indeed. Welcome to Nikolai Group, and happy work. SPIRIT!!" Clarra clenched her hands in the air, with the girl nearly two years old with whom she tried to give her some encouragement before she came out to let her new boss work her first day.
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"Eat Ran!" Angga watched his daughter who just stared at the row of dishes containing typical Argentine food at the table. Just hours after they landed at Ushuaia's international airport, they rested in a magnificent villa in the town of Tierra Del Fuego, just off the country's main airport.
It is also located a few kilometres from the Autrodomo Termas De Rio Hondo Circuit, a famous circuit in Argentina that has spawned several world-class drivers.
"I still got jetlag, pah. My head's dizzy. The nonstop 35-hour flight almost drove me crazy. Far away, huh?" moaning Rania while poking her head that feels dizzy.
"Hmm .. later after eating we rest again deh." said Angga who started the meal.
"What rice is there? hungry people even in pastel love?" the woman stared at the food on her plate which was indeed pastel-shaped.
"That's empanadas, oneng." said Galang who has since listened to the obrola of father and son beside him.
"Make me like a pastel. That shape?" he cut out one of those foods that stuffed more or less the same as what he mentioned. Sliced vegetables, meat and other ingredients.
"This again, there was meat but no rice." he shuddered at the other foreign foods as well, which were more in number than he used to eat.
"Udah ah, I don't want to eat" he said, who only grabbed a container of fruit salad that he saw in the middle of the table. Which made him almost drool from earlier. Then take her to her room upstairs.
"She usually eats the most? that again, tumben-tumbenan want to eat fruit? usually do not want if not in the juice." murmured Angga while shaking his head.
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