
The announcement a few hours ago left Renata dumbfounded. He who should have stood on the stage and received the prize was only a spectator who applauded. For, the name of Derya Hanim is called, Al results in her getting nothing and accepting her fate.
After returning home from the party, Renata sat on the long edge and thought about what had just happened.
"Why Derya didn't tell people the truth, why did she hide my identity."
Renata's trust in Derya is slightly unraveled, she is very disappointed with Derya's attitude towards her. The person who was considered good turned out to only use it, although he did not know what Derya meant, but had already proved a little if He was not serious with his words.
When he threw his body, it suddenly remembered with Bagas who got the champion of three.
"Is that a painting of Mr. Bagas himself? Or is he just showing off like Mas Derya?" ask Renata in heart.
He smiled when he remembered Bagas defending him in front of Melinda, apparently the man was not as arrogant as people say, and he was quite friendly considering his very high degree in the company.
About if I don't wear a mask, Mr. Bagas still recognize what not? Ah, bodo is very.
He does not want to dissolve in the sadness that befalls, for him there is still a long time to start everything well, and hope to get the right place.
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"What!" pekik Bagas while brushing his blanket.
Mentari had not fully revealed his light, but Bagas was already surprised by the news that made his heart uneasy. After last night receiving a defeat from Derya, this morning he got word from the office if there was a mistake that made some clients cancel their cooperation, it means Bagas had to lose a lot of money for compensation.
The calamity hit, as if they had planned to slap Bagas to collapse.
"Can't you prevent them?" said Bagas again make sure.
"No, Sir. Their decision was already unanimous to move on to another company."
Bagas dropped his phone, he could say nothing but accept the decision.
Why is this, all this time I have never cheated on others, but why they use my kindness.
Bagas got out of his bed and went out to meet his mother.
"Ma," called Bagas as he walked down the towering stairs.
"Yes, what's wrong?" sahut mama who is tidying up a vase of flowers in the living room.
Bagas hugged his mother from behind, every problem he always shared with his mother. However, this time he could not tell a story, fearing his mother would be pretentious with what happened in the office.
"How was last night? Who won?" ask your mother who does not know the results.
The beautiful woman who wore a brown dres stopped her activities and returned the embrace of Bagas who was not tenuous in the least.
"Derya, Ma. His painting is very good. I'm surprised to see it too."
Mama smiled and propped up Bagas' hair covering her forehead, as a parent, Mama noticed a look of anxiety on the face of her only son.
"It's okay, once he wins, you can try again. Don't be sad anymore, dong." Mama pinched Bagas' sturdy cheek and led him to the dining table.
Bagas nodded, in the slightest he did not regret losing, only he felt astonished by the painting exhibited by the friend.
"Aren't you at the office?" mama asked, staring at the clock in her hand.
"Later, Ma." Bagas' face was getting tangled, he did not know what to do when he came, which would only make him dizzy. However, everything must be faced and cannot be avoided.
Bagas tried to lock his mouth tightly, he did not want to offend the office problems if he was on the side of the mother.
The clock shows at eight in the morning. Bagas has arrived at the office, although he is not like his usual who is very enthusiastic about his work, at least he fights chest-stifling anxiety.
A man wearing a black suit approached Bagas who had just got out of his car.
"Sorry sir, there are some clients who want to cancel the contract with us, that means the amount we spend is very large."
"Okay, let's talk about it above."
Bagas stepped kebat followed by the man from behind, although his mind was getting chaotic, he tried to calm down as he passed some employees who were below.
Upon arriving in the room, Bagas sat in his great chair, he opened some reports from Jerry, the assistant.
"Look sir, this is the amount of money to be paid, and they will be cooperating with Mr. Derya's company in the near future."
"What?" tanya Bagas enthusiastically.
"Yes, Sir. They joined the company of Mr. Derya who he said divided the results greater than our place, therefore they immediately canceled it and chose to cooperate with Mr. Derya.
Derya, well if this is what makes you satisfied, it's okay, but don't blame me if one day my patience runs out, I'll make sure you feel what I feel.
Bagas furrowed his brows and shook his head. "Why is it this big?"
Bagas leaned his back and grabbed his hair and massaged his nose, becoming increasingly frustrated after seeing the amount of money he had to spend on the matter.
"If they don't get compensation, we'll get in trouble, because they won't hesitate to report to the police."
"Well, however, we have to take responsibility, and I'm sorry if you can't work with me anymore."
"Sorry sir, if I may speak."
Bagas looked up, he looked at his assistant who was still standing next to his desk.
"I'll stay together, Father. Now we are collapsing, but there is no harm if we rise again together" said Jerry corroborated.
Bagas who was younger one year was always devastated by Jerry's words.
Bagas shook his head, "I can't, you deserve a better new job, I don't know yet when we're in this position, which means you have to keep working." Bagas tries to persuade Jerry to leave him.
"No, no matter what happens I'll stay together, Father."
To be quiet, he could do nothing but say Jerry.
"Then you will announce it to all employees. I'm leaving everything to you."
"Good, sir."
Jerry came out of Bagas' room with some documents.
Derya used to be in a position like this, and I was desperately helping her, but what, now she's stabbing me in the back.
Papa, I'm sorry I didn't take care of this company, but I promise I'll give it all back.