Love Ants
Chapter 1
In the morning in a 12-storey office building, South Jakarta, looks frenzied employees are busy office absent fingerprints. They seemed to be walking hurriedly towards a machine attached to the side wall of the reception desk and immediately attached the thumb to the absent machine.
A 50-year-old man with a plontos-headed suit was sitting in the guest chair of PT. Karya Budiman Jaya Mandiri (P. T. KBJM), engaged in property, hospitality and plantation business.
The man with the head of the plontos named Bambang is an entrepreneur in the field of development services and the owner of the CV. Jaya Sentosa Mandiri ( CV. KJSM).
He looked agitated some walking back and forth then sat back to his seat, while looking towards the courtyard of the office lobby. It seems that Bambang is waiting for someone who has not come.
Some time later, Bambang's face looked crisp when he saw a man his age was walking limped towards the main entrance of the building. The man was named Budiman, a conglomerate and owner of various business fields.
Budiman walked in slowly and limped, Budiman's right leg forced to wear a prosthetic leg. Four years ago Budiman had a traffic accident while driving a vehicle with his family to his resort.
Budiman, along with his wife and three children, had a single accident while crossing a hilly road in the hilly area of Bogor district. Budiman and his first child survived, while his wife, second child and third child died while taken to hospital.
Budiman's right leg was crushed and had to be amputated from the knee to the bottom, while his first child named Fahar was only lightly injured and gave a severe trauma for Fahar to date.
Bambang immediately approached Budiman who had passed the main door of the building, Bambang smiling face looking at Budiman.
“ Good morning Mr. Budiman.” greet Bambang immediately greet Budiman.
“ Morning also Bambang, let's talk in my room.” said Budiman while walking into a room with two door leaves located behind the reception desk.
The two of them walked together into a large room with all Luxury furniture.
“ Please sit Bambang.”
“ Thank you Mr. Budiman.”
Budiman sat on a single sofa, while Bambang sat on a long sofa to the left of Budiman. Some bottled drinks are served on the guest table to accompany the two of their chat.
“ How about your debt to my company.”
“ I currently do not have the money to pay or pay Mr. Budiman, maybe there is a job for me to cover my debts.”
Budiman was silent looking at Budiman's face, “ How about Bambang, I told him to find a good girl to be my man, so that Fahar can return home.”.
“ Begin Bambang, I have a job a little nyeleneh.”
“ What is Mr. Budiman, maybe I can do.”
“ Em.., Find girls aged 18 years to 21 years, get married.”
Bambang immediately smiled widely, “ That's very easy, my daughter has two, I just told her to choose her own.” Bambang said in her heart.
“ Can Mr. Budiman. I have two girls, 19 and 21. Mr. Budiman can choose one of them.”
“ Remember Bambang !, Your child must still be a girl. I don't want naughty girls !”
“ I guarantee Mr. Budiman, can be taken to the doctor to check.”
Budiman was silent for a moment while looking at Bambang's face carefully while taking a can of soft drinks for Bambang.
“ Alright, when can you bring your two children to meet me.”
“ Anytime can Mr Budiman, but my debt can be paid off sir ?”
“ I'll consider paid off if one of your children is selected.”
Bambang mangut-mangut while smiling looking at Budiman, “ I will have a son-in-law conglomerate, let Budiman is old as a son-in-law, the most important thing is money and all my debts paid off.” said Budiman in his heart.
“ Next Monday, please take your two girls to my office.”
“ Good Mr. Budiman.”
“ Ok.., Then I will wait for you next Monday.”
“ Oh.., Please.”
Bambang was very happy to get a solution to pay off his 200 million debts to Budiman. Bambang who played gambling, drunk and playing women, made himself in a lot of debt in every company.
Bambang spent too much money to spend and have two wives. From the first wife, Bambang had two daughters while from his young wife had no children.
“ Then, I want permission to go home Mr. Budiman, let me manage everything smoothly.”
“ Okay Bambang, I wait next Monday, remember !, lest you fail !”
“ Yes Mr. Budiman, I guarantee will not fail.”
“ Ok.., We prove next Monday.”
“ Ready Mr. Budiman.”
Bambang then stood up from his seat then they both shook hands with each other,
“ Mari.”
Budiman invites Bambang to walk together to the door of the room, “ Please.” said Budiman while opening the door of the room.
“ Excuse Mr. Budiman.”
“ Be careful on the road.”
“ Thank you Mr. Budiman.”
Bambang then walked alone towards the main door of the building, while Budiman resumed his work.
Budiman sat in a large chair behind a luxurious work desk. A set of computers on the table immediately turned on by Budiman while glancing at the pile of maps on his desk.
“ I have not heard from Ahmad and Martin today.” Budiman muttered while pressing the phone screen to contact a contact named Ahmad.
“ Hello good morning Mr. Budiman.” Ahmad's voice immediately greeted Budiman.
“ How is the situation Fahar ?” tanya Budiman turned on the outside speaker of the phone and placed the phone on the table.
“ Safe Mr. Budiman, until now the movements of Mr. Fahar we always supervise every hour.”
“ Good, don't let Fahar know if you guys keep him.”
“ Ready Mr. Budiman, now I, Martin and Mr. Fahar often walk together, we have become good friends.”
“ Very smart, if you have become friends, Fahar will not suspect that you are his bodyguard.”
Budiman immediately smiled happily, laying his back on the back of the chair.
“ Thank you Mr. Budiman. We will always keep Mr. Fahar's body will not come abrasions in the slightest.”
“ Steady, I like the work of the two of you, send greetings to Martin from me.”
“ Martin is beside me Mr. Budiman, he also heard.”
“ Ok, I think enough, thank you for your loyalty to Fahar.”
“ Together Mr. Budiman.”
Budiman disconnects the phone call and continues the work he has piled up on his desk. Budiman's face seemed to check one by one the reports from his subordinates.
Seriate….
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