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74. cv marno sugeng

“Alhamdulillah..,” Hazri is grateful to see the first sale of the cut pigeon, about four months later. It is not wrong that this choice of effort turned out. With five hundred pairs of masterminds and the heartfelt care of Marno and Sugeng, now they could see the results. Thousands of pigeons cut it ludes quickly engulfed buyers. The buyers are satisfied. With the price according to the market they can be fresh young fat pigeons. Rebuttal.

Next is even more crazy. The pigeons were giras mating. After the cubs are removed and transferred to an enlargement cage, the females also compete to mate to lay eggs again. So next. So, between production and sales was a chase. Missing the projected harvest every four months. Apparently, it only takes twice a week. Same, ludes overrun buyers. Many buyers from outside the area, especially Jogja. Quickly known this farm. Without an intensive promotion. Just ‘MLM’, mouth by mouth.

Surely lacking place, Hazri also returned to investing. Two units of enlargement enclosures were built again which was felt to be less indeed a cage for it. Parent cage and parent feeding are enough. Just like the beginning, wear iron frame and ram wire as well. After the additional facilities are operational, the number of employees must be increased. Enter six teenagers drop out of school, his friends Marno and Sugeng also them.

A few months later, the existing facilities were again narrowed. Less anymore. So Hazri bought a cassava garden next to his house, which happened to belong to Karno's relatives. It's two thousand meters. There gradually built pigeon cages. The cost is mostly taken from the profits of the business. Not to be left out of the office as well, so that customers can be more comfortable transacting. Not in the cage anymore.

Due to customer demand, Hazri created a legal entity for this. Understandably, most of their customers are now large restaurants that demand official receipts with company names and stamps. Not to mention for the purposes of business agreements. Marno became a director, Sugeng got a deputy director, and Karno the commissioner. His name is CV Komar Sugeng Doro, imitating his nickname, ‘Haji Mahmud Doro’.

Marno and Sugeng are happy to have his name immortalized in this business entity. Karno was proud. Did not expect that the Marno, his son who only graduated from Junior High, could be a director. The female notary in front of them smiled strangely at Hazri's decision. “Continue, Mr Haji so what?” she asked. Hazri shook her head, not feeling the need to be anything there. “I put it this way, Mom, let the young people who work,” he replied. Yes already. It wants ‘Haji Mahmud’ so. Who has the right to ban?

“Mar, Geng. Keep this trust yes. Increase the administration, if necessary find a friend who is good at administration. Just one of my messages, do not corruption.” Hazri gave advice to the two teenagers who suddenly became the top executive. Karno nodded. “Marno, don't be ashamed. You too, Gang. Mr. Haji's message earlier you must take care of it seriously..,” he participated in giving advice. The female notary smiled.

Furthermore, the name of CV Marno Sugeng Doro was skyrocketed. Not in vain Hazri gave his trust to the duet of Marno and Sugeng. The cage is clean, the birds look fresh, the poles fly in their cages. The sound of grook kok kok, grook kok kok kok.

The number of employees has also increased. There are now twenty out-of-school teenagers working on this farm. Two of them are women, the story is part of administration and customer service. All the males descend into the cage, the grasp-hold part of the bird. Purchasing and selling matters that remain directly suspended duet led by the company, are not delegated.

Time keeps going. Not noticeably, nearly two years Hazri hid in Tidar. Everything is beautiful and comfortable here. The farm advanced rapidly, Marno and Sugeng were more mature leading and running this business. His work was now over fifty people. Hazri's relationship with the citizens is well established, there's never been a problem. Especially with Faruq who is equally confused looking for mursyid. There are no signs of his appearance ‘sang lover’ it.

But widows are also confused....

“Pak Haji has no wife. So, his house is still like that.” said Susi, one of the widows when huddled with her crowd.

The other widows, Susi's gang friends agreed. You see, the homes of parents whose children work on farms have shown a lot of progress. Especially the friendliness of Karno, the commissioner. Plus the income of his son who became a director, then this family home also appeared sharp. Plastered brick walled and shiny grey ceramic floor. Hazri's House? Still the old one, the one with the walls of the bamboo room. Severer.

Hazri chuckles at Karno's story about Susi. It's not that he didn't know about the whispers of the widows. But, how? In addition to not being interested, Hazri also felt that the impulse of lust was not turbulent in him. A hen once since the first time he arrived in Tidar. Strange tone, but so it is.

Faruq had also insinuated this affair. “Disau, if the duration is not used, blunt. Iron ships alone can rust...,” he said.

Hazri. “Enlight of all the knives and ships, Ustadz. Mursyid..., where is the murshid?” reply while opening the palm.

Faruq smirked his head. Can't talk anymore. People want to be invited to talk meat even fly to Mursyid. Weight....