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“Sebenarnya start-up kayak kita kan ‘hidup segan, mati tak mau’. Kalau nggak ada pemasok dana, mana bisa ritme kerja kayak gini bikin bahagia padahal gajian telat mulu? Gue sih bisa aja punya sense of ownership tinggi karena berhasil mewu- judkan cita-cita perusahaan. Tapi, kalau nggak gajian, ya gue bisa kelaparan juga,” lanjut Yongki lagi.”

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Romance Is Not For IT Folks

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