IKHTIAR AKMAL LOVE
TROUBLES

Cyra, who was also there, tried to mediate between her husband and Mr. Sahab.

"Sir. Be honest with us. Before we take you to the police station!"

Although the way Cyra speaks is not as strict as Akmal. However, his soft voice actually contained a deep firmness and made the guts of Mr. Sahab become increasingly shrunk.

Heard the police say. Mr. Sahab is getting more and more scared. "Also Miss Cyra, Mas Akmal. Im sorry. I'm khilaf."

With tears. Mr. Sahab kept asking for mercy to Akmal and Cyra. "I'm sorry Mas Akmal, Ms. Cyra. I promise I will never repeat that act again. Please don't put me in jail. Poor son and wife later."

Cyra who was standing next to Akmal while holding baby Zahwa. Straight away when Mr. Sahab suddenly approached and wanted to prostrate at his feet or the feet of Akmal who was sitting in his work chair.

Akmal just kept silent to see what Mr. Sahab is doing who is currently prostrating at his feet. Akmal will usually withdraw. Because he does not like if there are people who dare to bow down to him. But this time it was different.

Akmal who is being controlled by anger is just silent. And as if not concerned with what Mr. Sahab did to him.

"Mas Akmal's. Forgive me Mas. Please don't report me to the police. Forgive Mas," said Mr. Sahab in his prostration.

Seeing her husband just shut up. Not hinting at Mr. Sahab at all. Cyra tries to represent Akmal.

"Wake Pak. Sit back again. Don't be like this."

Cyra did not blame Akmal's attitude. He is the same as Akmal. Which is being filled with disappointment and also anger towards Mr. Sahab.

Mr. Sahab finally stood up from his prostration and sat back in the front seat of Akmal's desk.

"Do you know! How much loss did this boutique suffer! Huh!" Akmal tried not to burst out his anger.

Not if baby Zahwa sees the anger of Abu. Cyra then goes out of the office to tell one of her boutique employees to keep baby Zahwa for a while. Afterwards, Cyra returned to the office.

When entering. Cyra still saw Mr. Sahab keep his head down in fear of hearing Akmal's anger.

"I'm sorry Mas" only that word kept coming out of Mr. Sahab's mouth.

"If I'm sorry I can return my hundreds of millions of dollars. I will forgive you!"

"Because of the actions of Mr. Sahab who dared to manipulate financial statements in the warehouse. This boutique suffered losses of up to five hundred million rupiah! You can replace that much money. Huh!"

Cyra who saw Akmal a little couldn't control her emotions. He tried to calm down while gently rubbing Akmal's back. "Mother! Be patient. Quiet." Calm."

Three days ago. Akmal and Cyra were surprised by reports of boutiques selling their men's clothing.

In that report. There are some irregularities they accept. Every day there's stuff coming in. Whether it is raw fabric or materials that are ready for clothing to be made. And clothes or other items that are ready to be put in the store.

From the rag reports they received. The amount is in accordance with the goods that come and in accordance with the quality control checks that have been provided.

Yet. If clothes or other items come. The amount does not match the amount they receive from the supplier. Goods come to Cyra's boutique along with files or data from suppliers. Just arrived in time. The item is according to the data provided.

If it has been running for a few days. And goods will be sorted to be ready to be marketed in the store. The item is no longer in accordance with the data provided by the supplier. Someone changed the data and what changed it was Mr. Sahab as the head of the warehouse.

Cyra and Akmal when getting the report felt strange about the report they received from the manager.

"Enjoy! Does Umi feel there is something strange about this report? Why does Abu feel like this report isn't what it used to be?"

Cyra who heard directly joined in trying to check the report. "Yes Abu! Like someone changed this report."

"Because it is not usually the supplier only sends goods only this way."

"Next Abu will call his supplier" Cyra nodded.

Next day. Akmal tried to call the supplier who used to send and supply goods in his shop. From the report Akmal received. They did not supply the few goods that Akmal asked for.

Have received an explanation from the supplier. Making Akmal and Cyra increasingly find out about the awkwardness of the report they received. For the next few days Akmal and Cyra's research was fruitful.

Akmal and Cyra were finally able to find a clue. And directing to the mastermind behind it all from the changes in the data they receive from suppliers. Who else would it be if it wasn't Mr. Sahab. The person in full charge at the warehouse section.

The boutique manager who has been working with Cyra and Akmal since yesterday. He who was still standing there just kept silent waiting for the next order from Akmal.

"We know everything, Mr. Sahab. You work here not for a moment. What salary we give you is still less. Even as far as I know. Brother Mirza first if there are many advantages. All employees who work here get bonuses as well. What is not good according to the way we treat employees. Until you dare to betray us!"

"For Cyra. I'm khilaf to do that. Because my wife is in debt on an online loan. I was forced to steal things here for me to sell again to cover my wife's debt" Sahab said.

"Where do you sell all the items you take from here!"

Akmal didn't ask. But he demanded a clear explanation to Mr. Sahab.

"In the online shop. Or sometimes I sell to my friends Mas."

"Astaghfiullah!" Akmal tried to ease his emotions.

"I'm Mas Akmal, Ms. Cyra. Don't report me to the police. I'm ready to work here my whole life without a paycheck. But please. Don't put me in jail."

"We are disappointed, sir. You work here not for a minute."

Mr. Sahab can only cry and cry just hearing his disappointment Akmal and Cyra caused by him.

"The loss we experienced is not small sir. We even had to rack our brains so that the goods in the store would not run out" Akmal's face was filled with deep disappointment.

"If you have a problem. You can borrow money from me. God willing if I can help. I will definitely help. Didn't you also know me long enough since Mirza's sister was alive?"

Mr. Sahab's tears just flowed. He felt humiliated because he had dared to commit crimes in the workplace that had made his family's economy lifted.

But honey. Just because of an online loan made by the wife without her knowledge, makes her life become directionless. And in the end he did something very detrimental to his workplace.

...🎗️🎗️🎗️🎗️🎗️🎗️🎗️🎗️🎗️🎗️🎗️🎗️🎗️...

...***TBC***...