DEW PURITY

Old Factory

"What's wrong? Why is everyone gathering?" Said Nur curious, Dewun shrugged his shoulders slowly. Dew marks also do not know the reason the villagers gathered.

Dew and Nur stopped the pace of the matic motorcycles they were riding. A moment of observation, some residents gathered in front of the old factory. An old Dutch-era building that still stands. Although it appears some parts of the building are getting old and mossy. But there is no doubt, the factory remains sturdy not weathered in the eating times.

As the dew approached, he felt the need to know the problem. Not as usual, people gather. Dew also saw, some of the village youths, both men and women gathered. They are none other than factory workers who may be involved in the problem. The dew grew curious, when it was right in front of the factory. Dew saw some sweet parked heavy equipment. Several excavators stopped right in front of the factory entrance. Curiosity turns to caring. He felt that there was a problem that the villagers were facing.

The dew continued to walk forward, he stood at the very front. Dewun tried to find out from some residents he knew. At first glance Dewun understands the problems faced by villagers. As a person who wants to see his village progress. Dew feels it must interfere, no matter the risk it will receive.

"Why do you want to dismantle the factory? All this time the villagers have depended on the operation of the factory!" Said Ilham loudly full of emotion, Dew jolted in shock. When he saw Ilham was arguing with one of the factory managers. Some officers were also present to maintain security.

Dew approached Ilham, while Nur still walked far behind. Nur seems to have trouble breaking through the crowd of villagers. Dew of soft girl, can turn into strong. When he has to fight or help others. The Dew stands right beside Ilham. Without asking much, Dew seized the files that were in the hands of Ilham. For a moment Dew focused on reading the writing in the file in his hand. The dew tries to digest the problem that is happening. Seeking solutions without muscles or debate can only be devastating.

"Sorry before, who am I talking to?" Said the Dew friendly, the manager smiled towards Dewun. Ilham was surprised to see the Dew hospitality that should have been a rage. But the gaze full of anger Inspiration, not necessarily make Dewun turn rough.

"I'm Fahmi Antara, the factory owner's directly appointed personal assistant!" Fahmi said, extending a hand. Instantly Dew cupped his hands.

"Grow!" Said the friendly Dew, Fahmi nodded in understanding.

"Sorry Mr Fahmi, I don't understand why you have to tear down the factory? During this time the factory became a place for villagers. If you don't mind, can you tell me the real reason!" Dew said softly, Fahmi nodded while putting on a smile. Instead Ilham was increasingly upset to see the hospitality of Dewun. Ilham felt jealous to see the closeness that was suddenly created between Dewun and Fahmi.

"You should!" Said Fahmi, but cut when looking at the head of Dewun.

"Just call Dew, I'm just an ordinary villager!"

"Well then, I'll call you Dew!"

"No need to be kind. They came to tear down this factory. They want to make the villagers miserable!" Emotional Inspiration said, Dew immediately turned his head. He looked at Ilham sharply, as if Dew did not like the rude attitude of Ilham. Instantly, Ilham lowered his head. He did not want to see the gaze of the hatred of Dew. At least when his love is unrequited, Ilham can still look at Dewun's face.

"Grab, the file in your hand can already explain why we brought down this old factory!" Fahmi said kindly, Dew shook his head slowly.

"Pak Fahmi, the writing in this file is not fully understood. One thing I understand, you came to tear down where we make a living. An old factory you consider worthless. Like a water source in our village. If you tear down this plant, it means you're taking our springs!"

"I'm sorry Dewun, the policy of razing the factory is in the hands of our leader. He felt that the factory was not fit to operate. Quantity of factory production, unable to meet the needs of the central factory. But spending on operations continues to swell. Therefore, the factory must be closed. So that there is no greater loss!" Fahmi explained, Dew lowered his lethargy.

The students never knew college. But understanding Fahmi's explanation, Dewun understands the direction of the problem. The old cassava mill has been around for decades. Dew remembers correctly, when he was still in SD. This factory is already standing firmly, the factory that became the pedestal of the villagers. The best tapioca flour producing plant in the city. Maybe even in this country. But over the past few years. Factories rarely operate, declining yields and aging plant tools are the reason factories often stop operating.

"Can't Mr. Fahmi give a new policy. At least let the plant operate as it can. Where do villagers sell their crops? If all this time, this factory is where we sell cassava at high prices. Where do they work? If all this time, this old factory where they scavenge fortune. At least Mr. Fahmi is considering the lives of the villagers!"

"If I could!"

Fahmi turned towards a black luxury car. Seemed to be sitting someone with such a neat appearance. Dew saw a figure that seemed to want to be shown Fahmi. Dew easily understood the meaning of the word Fahmi.

"He's the sole heir to this factory. He just returned from abroad. Only he can change everything. But as far as I know him, he won't care about your moans. A cold-hearted businessman who doesn't care about anyone's tears?" Fahmi said softly, Dew lowered his head deeper.

Dew cupped both hands right in front of his chest. The inspiration that had been silent since, immediately pulled Dew's hand down. Inspiration forgets its own limits with Dew. Inspiration just doesn't want to see the Dews coming. Especially the cold-hearted people in front of him.

"Grow, there's no need for you to beg. Let them tear down the factory. We're gonna fight!"

"Shut up!" Snapping the Dew, Fahmi was surprised to hear the loud sound of Dew. A sudden toughness appeared. Fahmi in disbelief, in the soft Dew there is a hidden power.

"But Dew!"

"Let me do my job. I'm ready to risk everything. As long as my village doesn't cry!" Said the Dew firmly, Inspiration was instantly silent. He knows Dewun, it's not easy to change the thinking of Dewun.

"What do you expect from me?"

"Sir Fahmi, let me see your master. I'll talk to him, I'll make him sure. If the factory does not need to be closed. I will try hard to restore the factory as it used to be. But never close the factory, the villagers need this old factory!" Dew said, his hands kept cupping. Fahmi shut up, then turned to look at the car. With an eye gesture, Fahmi sent a message to his master.

"He's willing to meet you, but not in this place. Give me your phone number, I'll make an appointment with you!"

"Why not now?" Dew said, Fahmi shook his head slowly.

"All depending on you, meet my master or we'll tear down the factory!" Fahmi said firmly, Dewun shook his head.

"Don't tear down the factory, I'll meet your master. Whenever and wherever?" Said the final Dew, then gave his mobile number to Fahmi.

"Grow!" Sapa Fahmi, Dew looked up at Fahmi who was already standing a little away from him.

"My master wasn't easy to deal with, but his approval came to you. One chance a move that no one else could have gotten!" Fahmi then walked away.

"Take that meeting!" Ilham.

"Do I also have to forget the villagers' uneasiness?" Sahut Dew cold, real answer made Ilham speechless. Dew runs straight towards his motorcycle. His heart was agitated and worried. Never go to a man without his parents.

"Ilham, jealousy gets you further away with Dew. Keep your attitude, if you don't want to see the Dew step away from you!" Bisik Nur lirih, Ilham immediately lowered his head.