Bisera (Part Nine)




I was a little annoyed at Bisera because I practically did not do anything here. Everything was taken up by her. How can I become a little more clever if she did repair software herself without involving me.

Reinstallation lasted for less than an hour. Dona tried to enter the parameters needed and tried running the program. Supervised by Bisera, finally Dona knew the practical ways to use the software. Now, she had no problems with that stuff.

“Alright,” said Singgih. “It’s already working well,” he continued.

Then we said good-bye and prepared to leave. Bisera told them that if there was other problems with the software that cost thousands of US dollars, she would willing to call again on Tripatra. But it turned out they did not immediately let us to leave.

“It was time for lunch,” said Dona hospitally. A smile expanded wide on her sweety face.

“We’ve ordered food at Padang’s Stall,” said Singgih. Padang’s stalls are stalls serving of rice and side dishes are typically spiced. The cuisine using recipes from West Sumatra. Padang is the provincial capital of West Sumatra. It’s delicious, you should try it anyway.

The four of us ended up eating at the pantry. I ate with an uneasy feeling. I did not do anything here. But they fed me anyway. Indeed, it didn’t matter with Tripatra’s people. But still I had a hard feeling for them. Frankly, I was annoyed with Bisera. Apparently, she just wanted to accompany.

Several days have passed since I came to Tripatra’s office with Bisera. My translation had been completed and handed to Mr. Henky. Apparently, he was very thorough. Mr. Henky checked my translation and found some grammatical errors.

“Try to fix this Fermy,” he said seriously.

“Yes, Sir,” I agreed

“You needn’t to be in hurry,” Mr. Henky continued with a smile on his face.




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Bisera (Part Seven)




ra to someone coming behind the door suddenly opened, she got up from her chair. Then she walked toward that man about my age. They shook hand friendly, smiled to each other.

“This is Fermy,” said Bisera to introduce me to her customer.

I blinked my eyes a few times. Apparently, I had been dreaming for almost an hour. I stood up from my chair and shook him. He smiled and gave his name, “Singgih”. Indeed, Mr. Singgih was very friendly and cooperative as well.

“There was a problem with the software that we ordered a week ago Ms. Bisera,” he said to the point.

“Anyway, we needed it as soon as possible to predict the properties of oil’s mud in our new well on Papua,” he continued. Papua is the western province on our country. This place is well known about it’s natural resources wealth. Unfortunately, this province’s inhabitants did not tasting natural resources on their own land.

Bisera listened intently. And they discussed animatedly about the well would be held onn Papua. Bisera assured Singgih that her software was so very reliable. They discussed the possibility that the errors was possibly because of the computer settings. If the problem lied on the virus, of course the employees here have been able to cope indeed. That was I could catched from their conversation.

“This well would be deepwell,” said Mr. Singgih continuing, using the petroleum term I’d understood a little.

Singgih then asked us to enter the working room. The entrance of the workspace just only could be accessed to certain people. He took a card from his pocket and swiping the card to a panel next to the entrance. So, the three of us got inside.

That room was fulfilled with engineers. Computer monitors looked everywhere. I’d seen two people were having to talk about the piping. There was several civil engineers appeared to design the foundation for offshore rig. No doubt many of them were mechanical engineers like me, I thought enviously.




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Bisera (Part Three)




Mr. Sonny had just finished wiping the car. All the doors on the Panther were opened up. He turned around and smiled when saw me and Bisera approached over him

“Where I should fetch you both this time?,” he asked friendly.

“Tripatra,” answered Bisera coldly.

Sometimes I thought, how can Bisera that had rigid character could be hired here in this company. Her personality was really annoying and bossy. Many other employees here were hostile upon her. Either overtly or covertly. Dita, admin in the Software Division was clearly hostile. Whereas in fact, Dita was Bisera’s subordinate. I think this condition was not healthy on our company.

Perhaps Bisera’s personality, especially in interpersonal relationships did not appear at the time Mr. Henky interviewed her when the job application process. Mr. Sonny, our driver, included among them who most frequently gossiping Bisera. But he did not do it in front of Bisera, unlike Dita who did it as well.

We got into the car and I buckled my seat belt. I sat next to Mr. Sonny. With the seamless the Panther got out of the company’s gate. Then avoid a motorcyclist elegantly. The streets in Jakarta was extremely complicated. Near the busway station, Mr. Sonny honked a pedestrian walking a bit to the middle. Mr. Sonny was a very nimble driver. He knew almost all the throughway in this Jakarta. We were lucky to have a driver like him.

We passed three in one region quickly. Three-in-one was the rule of the local government of this capital city. Cars with less than three passengers including the driver was not allowed to enter certain streets. Then we entered the flyover. From the car window I caught a sight on a large poster with my eyes. As I recall, the poster was not there when I had passed this flyover last week with Mr. Darmadi, our another driver.




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