Thought by Maid, Turns out to be the Mafia Wife
267. The Alot Debate

The president seemed to pull out with permission for Amran by negotiating with this mafia.

"A few percent tax on the state from your petroleum products?" ask the president.

"I cannot give a percentage to the country if the results themselves are not visible. This alone has not been calculated production for the development of the oil refinery area. How would you like to talk about the amount of tax for this country?" said Amran who did not want to mention the number of profits from the earth results later for the country.

"Are you really unwilling to involve the state to intervene to help you manage that petroleum management?" the president is still seducing Amran.

"Later if it takes HR and even then there is a written agreement that is bound by international law" said Amran with his own rules of play.

"Do you have the knowledge or experience to build an oil refinery project?" cynical president.

"For my business dealings. For experts, for, I already have an international network that will help with the project because my son-in-law has the largest oil refinery in America as well as my boss who is the king of Bahrain who will also send their experts who teach the HR we have to learn in the management of the cooking process of crude oil. I've thought about every stage of management" said Amran.

"What makes you object to the president giving us permission?" asked Nabilla who was getting sultry with the president's style of speech that seemed to be playing tricks on them.

"No objection, Miss Nabilla. It's just that, all this time whatever is the source of the earth contained in any land as long as it belongs to Indonesian citizens must be managed by the state and you only receive what percentage for your survival. That's the rule" said the president's father increasingly make Amran and Nabilla angry.

"That's a very misleading rule for us personally. The rule of law is mostly a law adopted from the Dutch colonial era that has been extorting Indonesian produce to enrich his country, it is clear and proven fact. I understand that part of history because of the stupidity of the nation that can not do anything against the invaders.

But now the people have started to be smart along with the development of technology that changes all the views of the Indonesian people who no longer want to be mentally colonized by their own country" said Amran.

"Do you still want to argue with us to buy time? Whether we need this chat to go viral to the media to get an assessment of the Indonesian people and seen by the world because the president is thinking about how to get a bigger tribute to finance a dilapidated politics that only enriches itself for officials who successfully manipulate data as a form of corruption?" nabilla's circus is full of threats.

"Are you threatening me, Miss Nabila?" the president smirked cunningly with a faint, almost invisible smile.

"Not threaten you, Mr. President. This more precisely gives you a choice. Don't use your authority as president to blackmail a conglomerate like ours. If you give permission too long, well I will invite the media to find a middle ground on this licensing issue" said Nabilla.

"Look down, Miss Nabilla. Don't be tense like that. I speak as head of state because I think about the fate of the Indonesian people if your property is left to the state to be managed by the state for the benefit of this country as well, right?" the press with his quiet soul made Amran take a deep breath while beristighfar.

"Astaghfirullah halazhim. It is true also the words of His Majesty king Farouk, it is better that I myself should be the president of this country than to make someone else the president who will destroy this country because it has a veiled ambition.

It could be that this country turns into a monarchy if my precious possession is handed over to this greedy human. His face looked gentle with a sympathetic inviting smile but he was nothing more than a ferret in sheep's hair," Amran's inner restraining growled.

"Where is the area you're going to build the refinery?" the president began to wonder.

"Forget the permit, Mr. president. I will not tell you where the location of the discovery of the petroleum point is before you allow us to build the oil refinery" Amran said as he hurried to stand for his leave.

"Lho...! Why is that so, Mr Amran? why did you suddenly change your mind?" joking the president while grinning the horse while still showing his wife.

"Your ownership stake only lasts one more year. That means my opportunity to run for president is wide open to political fights with candidates in this political elite who are rife. If I can realize my good intentions for the welfare of the Indonesian people, why should you argue with those of you who will not find a solution" Amran said in a statement.

"Surely able to win as a presidential candidate in the next period?" the president asked in a statement underestimating Amran's ability.

"If the political game is full of intrigue to be able to buy the hearts of the people during the campaign season with a million promises and full of pleasantries as a form of imagery, he said, not by what I will do for the people of Indonesia by giving them a much more decent life. That way I can win their hearts in order to choose me" Amran said.

"Don't be so reckless....! The rich and the smart people in this country are very many and not a few philanthropists who think about the interests of the people. They seem to be unable to do anything if the political elite is already talking because they have no experience to attract people.

So that's a big influence in this country that's going to survive to get the most votes with a little bit of a little game to knock out his opponent," said the president Dropped you the easy-to-emotion mental Amran because his brain mafias more dominant to finish everything immediately complete without convoluted as they are currently experiencing.

"Indeed this country is being played by the political elite. But do not forget you play to brush and strangle each other but can still laugh with a boring joke to show the public that your relationship is fine.

But, uh, are you not aware of the many track records of you who have been troublemaking by supporting each other in strengthening the political stronghold to silence the mouths of the fighters of this country who are fed up with the political game that is not healthy that you treat us who only watch the hilarious dagellan you play," said Nabilla.

"It's just your perception of Nabilla's mistress.. How could you talk like that if the facts do not prove what your anxiety in the political world of this country," reply the president with his smart-ass style to suppress his uneasy feelings on the famous genius Nabila.

"Does the president want me to reveal how political you've been playing? Where's the president from?

Want from the beginning when you are suddenly present in the political scene by shifting all the people who first played quite hard in the political world but good luck has not sided with him until finally he can only bribe in the media to pour out his stubbornness that feels cheated by his friends who initially support him wholeheartedly and then move to another heart because it is considered more promising to support his work program if he's in power, how? Want to show the people of Indonesia first?" challenge Nabilla looks serious about making the president die of lice as well at this time.

Duars....

"Sialaaannn.I forgot that he was a highly trusted FBI secret agent and spoiled by the political elite in the superpower," the inner president trembled a little at the threat of Nabilla to him.

"Let's go home!" invite Amran who is already careless to face the president.