HEY JUN

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Haris tilted his head when he saw Juna . He was familiar with Juna's face, but he could not say who the elector of the face was. Have they ever met? Or are they still related?

Haris trusted the first possibility. Because it is impossible that the handsome male figure before him still has a kinship with Haris.

Haris is self-aware. He was born into a poor family. There was no way he had relatives who could be said to be rich. Seeing Juna's fragrant, bright and bright clothes instantly made Haris clumsy.

I don't know what's going on so Mr. RT hastily told him to go to Papaten Village. As Haris recalled her affairs with the people here had already been completed over a year ago. Since her mother's house burned down, Haris chose to leave and never returned to the village of Papaten.

"Mas Haris, this is Mr. July. He asked about the land of the former house of Bu Tias. It looks like Mr. Juli is interested in buying the land" Mr. RT opened the conversation.

Haris hush. He is still digesting Mr. RT's speech well. Unlike Juna, the two neutrals have begun to look glassy at the appearance of her brother who is seedy and shabby. If there were no Mr. RT there, Juna would immediately hug Haris while crying.

Juna should be able to hold back. He does not want to know himself to many people. As Juna recalls, Haris once said that people in the village of Papaten considered him dead. Although he did not find Juna's body after the fire at Bu Tias' house.

"The land is empty. Mas Haris didn't care about it anymore. There are people who are interested, can be taken into consideration" said Mr. RT continued his attack.

Haris shakes.

"Sorry, Mr. RT and Mr. July. That land is the right of my youngest sister, Juna. I have no right to tinker with the land" said Haris and it succeeded in making Juna's heart melt. I want to jump, but I am afraid of being caught.

"But Juna is dead."

"I never said Juna died. You're the only ones who think that. Until this moment, I and Ines did not give any statement about Juna and the house fire was never we throw out, considering it useless. We won't win" Haris said.

Mr. RT was wrong. He felt embarrassed because in front of Juna, Haris even vent his anger. But not the name Mr. RT if it does not immediately rotate the brain. He was determined to sell the land. Because in his brain, he will get a big commission from Juna and Haris.

"Everything's happened. Until now, Juna also did not appear. Consider it dead, Mas Haris" said Mr. RT lightly.

Brakkk

Juna subconsciously kicked over the table. The spontaneous movement of Juna certainly made Haris and Pak RT surprised. Juna cursed his stupidity, he should just shut up. Don'tdon't move.

"I'm sorry, I'm spontaneous" said Juna shyly.

"Sir RT, it looks like I need to have a one-on-one talk with Mas Haris. Maybe we can eat at the shop or cafe, Mas? I was hungry too" Juna said.

"Can't! I have to come" shouted Mr. RT loudly.

"Eh, what's the matter, Mr RT?" ask Haris confused.

"I have to be a witness about this sale and purchase. Otherwise, I will not get a commission" said Mr. RT keceplosan.

Juna shook his head. This old man is still the same as before. The duitan eye does not curl. Juna then persuaded Mr. RT, promising him a commission of one million rupiah if he so buy the land. A large number for Mr. RT, even though Juna only lies.

Finally Mr. RT allowed Juna and Haris to speak with four eyes. Juna asks Haris to take him to a nearby restaurant. Haris hitchhikes Juna towards the "bamboo leaves" restaurant"

"Healthy, Mom?" juna asked, opening the conversation.

Haris scrunched his forehead. He felt strange about the person he was talking to. His voice sounded familiar in his ears. But really, Haris did not know who the figure he was in.

"healthy. If it is not healthy where may I boncengin you" said Haris ketus.

"Curtain cocks, Mas?" asked Juna again made Haris more astonished by the figure behind him.

"I am indeed skinny, not skinny" again Haris answered Juna's question with a ketus.

"Mbak Ines is healthy, Mom?" this time there were sobs coming from Juna's mouth.

Haris surprised. He then pulled his bike over. His heart started west to east with the manner of the people behind him. The motor was turned off, Haris then looked back.

"Yes..." Juna hugged Haris from behind. His tears immediately poured over, soaking the clothes that Haris wore.

Haris is clumsy. Their position on the roadside. Many eyes saw Juna's behavior like that. Haris immediately let go of Juna's hand. He got off the bike and stood some distance away from Juna.

"Mas.." call Juna again.

"You who? Why cry like that?."

"I'm your sister, Mas. Junas. I'm Juna, Mas" said Juna as he sobbed.

Haris immediately stuttered, his body frozen. He really did not believe what he saw. The man claims to be Juna, his youngest sister who is rumored to be a mafia prisoner.

When Juna is forcibly taken by Dira and Edward, Uncle Juna informs Haris if Juna is captured by a group of bad guys. He said that Juna was taken prisoner. Haris and Ines were shocked. They called Juna's number. However, it is inactive. Juna's phone has been dumped by Dira. So Haris and Ines can't contact her anymore.

"Juna? You're Juna?."

Juna nodded.

"You're still alive? Uncle said, you were captured by criminals and made a mafia prisoner" said Haris and now clear droplets began to fall from his eyelids.

No pleasantries. Haris immediately ran and hugged Juna. He vented his longing for his youngest brother. For days Haris was looking for news about Juna. Haris prayed for Juna to survive the mafia captivity. Don't just know Haris if his youngest brother is a prisoner of the absurd people not the mafia as their uncle said.

They're back on the bike. Haris immediately drove his motorbike to the next district, where Ines lived. During the trip, Juna was unceasingly telling stories. What his story has been like for the past year. It was so fun to tell stories, making them unconscious if they had arrived at Ines' house.

Haris pulled the bike over. He and Juna will be down soon. Juna squeezed his chest to see the apparition of Ines' small, seedy home. Juna was determined to buy a house for his two brothers. Juna was sure, Kiara and Eagle would borrow him money to buy a house.

Tok...

Haris knocked on the door. He said hello and called Ines. Before long, it sounded authentic from within. The door of Ines' house opened slowly, revealing the owner of the house that had appeared from behind the door.

"Mas Haris? Tumben didn't call here first? Any issues?" ask Ines.

Ines glanced at Juna. Just like Haris, he does not recognize Juna and ignores his existence.

"We go in first, Nes."

Ines nodded. He opened the door of his house wide, letting Haris and Juna in. Juna's heart was increasingly sliced to find the condition of Ines' house. He was also shocked by the presence of toddlers who were sleeping in chairs.

"Your son why sleep here, Nes?" ask Haris.

"He's finicky, Mas. Not to sleep in the room. Probably hot. So Ines put it here, quite can get a breeze" replied Ines.

"Whose name, Ma'am?" ask Juna spontaneously.

"Intan, sir" Ines replied as he frowned. Because he was surprised by the man brought by Haris.

"It must be hot. Is there no AC, mbak?" ask plain juna. He did not realize if the question surprised his two brothers.

"AT? Not AC! The fan just doesn't have it, sir. AC is a big power. Make eating difficult, especially to pay for air-conditioned electricity" replied Ines ketus.

Juna's heart was getting sliced.

"Who is he, by the way, Mas? Census officer? Or a banzos dealer?" ask Ines while fanning her sleeping baby.

"He's..."

"I'm Juna, Ma'am. I'm Juna. Hu..hu...hu..." Juna was unable to stem his cries anymore. He felt guilty about the fate of his two brothers. Juna lives across the country, with a variety of luxurious facilities that are far compared to the lives of his two brothers.

Juna ran straight away, hugging Ines. His hands stroked the body of his older brother who was getting thinner. Just a bone, so Juna felt it.

Ines who still had not digested Juna's speech could only sit staring. He lets Juna hug him without any intention of returning Juna's embrace.

"Sorry, Ma'am. Juna let you destitute" said Juna on the sidelines of his cries.

"Juna? Juna who?" ines finally opened his voice.

"He's Juna, our youngest brother" Haris said.

Ines immediately broke his embrace. He looked at Juna's face with a look of disbelief. His mouth was gaping, wanting to speak but as if it was difficult. There was nothing Ines could say only tears that instantly soaked both of his cheeks.

Juna hugged Ines. He's crying more and more. This frail body is what always protects Juna if Mom is angry. It is this frail body that always divides the side dishes when they eat. Juna misses Ines. The substitute mother who always defended him.

"You guys ate? I see your bodies getting thinner" Juna broke his embrace.

"You got food, Nes?" ask Haris.

"Sorry, Mas. Ines has not cooked because Mas Edi has not returned home yet" replied Ines looking down embarrassed.

Juna immediately took his phone. He opened a food delivery messaging app. However, his forehead was made to pulsate when reading the writing on his phone screen.

"There's no ojek for online food orders?" ask Juna.

"Juna, didn't you see the terrain we were passing through? Here can not buy food online, far from the city" replied Haris.

"Where are we going to buy?."

"In the front stall. Are you still having a taste for country food, Jun?."

Juna nodded. He immediately got up to invite Haris to buy food at the front stall. It only took fifteen minutes, Juna had returned with a hand carrying a lot of plastic.

"Jun, did you buy this much food?" ask Ines in shock.

"Don't ask too many questions, Ma'am. Come eat! I don't want to see you guys so skinny on my wedding day."

"WHAT???!!!" ines and Haris shouted at the same time.

Juna grinned the horse.

"Juna will tell you but while eating."

Ines and Haris nodded. They are equally not expecting if the arrival of Juna brings news that is surprising and happy for them.