HEY JUN

68

"Sir May, the pecel is ready" said Fira while thrusting a plate of pecel to front Juna.

This morning was the first morning Juna served as the owner of Scholar High School. There are many things that he must take care of to advance the SMA. Since six o'clock in the morning Juna locked himself in his study. He was concerned with the files and reports he received from Mr. Zaini.

Juna just stopped his activities when his stomach began to sting. He glanced at his watch. The two neutrals instantly broke down when the clockwork of his watch showed at half-ten.

Juna immediately called Mr. Udin, asking to be sent food and drinks. He thinks Mr. Udin himself will deliver Juna breakfast. He was a little surprised when he saw Fira coming to bring a tray to his room.

"Mr hasn't had breakfast yet?" ask Fira.

Juna nodded. He then took a sip of the warm tea he ordered and then began to eat the lontong pecelnya.

"Want to?" ask Juna.

Fira shakes.

"No teaching hours?" ask Juna again.

Fira nodded back.

Juna smiled faintly. It seemed like Fira was really curious about him. Juna told Fira to sit in front of him. Rather than standing there, Fira would rather sit in front of Juna while accompanying him to eat.

Fira looked very excited. He immediately pulled the chair in front of Juna and sat with both hands folded on the table.

"You're not an SD kid, Fira. Why do you have to fold your hands like that?" ask Juna.

Fira grinning the horse.

Juna continued eating. He tried to be careless even though Fira stared at him without blinking. Actually Juna was astonished, what was seen by Fira. Is Juna too handsome that his former student cannot turn away from him?

Juna ate the pecel lontong until it ran out. When he saw that Juna had finished chewing, Fira hurriedly offered warm tea to Juna.

Juna received the warm tea while smiling. He gulped back the rest of his warm tea up to the toilet.

Fira immediately picked up Juna's plates and glasses of breakfast. He then got up, about to return the plate and glass to Bu Udin's shop.

"Fira!" call Juna.

"Yes, Mr May?."

"After returning the plate and the glass, please come here again. I need to" said Juna who immediately replied Fira with a nod of the head.

Juna again checked the report from Mr. Zaini while waiting for Fira. Before long, Fira reappears in her study. Juna immediately told Fira to sit down.

"Mrs May, what's the matter with me?" ask Fira.

Juna nodded.

"I want to ask you something. I hope you answer honestly."

"What do you want to ask?."

"You're Mr Narto's son?" ask Juna directly.

Fira immediately gasped in shock at Juna's words. He wondered how Juna knew about his father. Fira was silent for a moment. He was confused what to answer to Juna.

"Jawab it Fira! Yes or No" said Juna.

Fira grunted in annoyance. Yes or No, he said? If only the question would you be my wife? Fira would say Yes. He did not want to confess in front of Juna. Fira just doesn't want any strangers to know about her family.

"Fira? Why daydreaming? Is my question difficult?" juna.

"I'm sorry, Mr. May, if I have long answered. I just don't want to talk about my family at school" Fira replied straightforwardly.

"Why?."

"Because I'm here working, not taking care of the family card. Uh?" Fira shut her mouth.

Juna laughs. He did not expect that his former student was funny either.

"You don't look like Diandra."

The deg!

"Do you know Sister Diandra?" ask Fira in shock.

"Know. Diandra was once my business partner when in Surabaya. Dian has a hotel in Surabaya, right?."

Fira nodded.

"I've stayed at Dian's hotel for a week. We met there" said Juna lying.

"Say, are you the son of Mr. Narto?."

Fira nodded.

"Why don't you look like Diandra?."

"We're different mothers, sir."

"I have a debt to Diandra. Can you take me to meet him?" again, Juna lied.

"Moved? He opened a hotel branch there?."

Fira shakes.

"Mbak Dian chose to leave because he did not want to refer to Mas Arya" said Fira Lirih.

The deg!

Juna's heart was like in a giggle. The refer? That means Diandra and Arya are divorced. Juna immediately broke out in cold sweat. His memories of their hot event instantly appeared in his head.

"They're divorced?" ask Juna lirih.

"Really, Sir. Mas Arya dropped 3 talaq on Ma'am Dian."

"TREE PLAQUE????" Juna shouted at Fira's words.

"Sorry, Sir. I shouldn't have told this to an outsider. This is the disgrace of our family" said Fira lowered his head.

"No! Nah! I should apologize for forcing you to tell a story. I'm already disrespectful to ask about Diandra" said Juna hurriedly calmed Fira down.

"Who do you know from if I was Pak Narto's son?" ask Fira wonder.

"From the man who spoke to you at Bu Udin's shop yesterday. I had a chat with him for a while."

Juna deliberately did not mention Suhri's name so as not to be seen he scraped information from Suhri.

"I'm sorry, if this makes you uncomfortable. But I do have a need with Diandra. I owe him. If Diandra is already in Bali, can you bring me together with Pak Narto? I will pay the debt to him only" said Juna.

Fira seemed to think for a moment. Juna was very anxious to see the behavior of Fira who did not immediately agree to his request. Almost Juna urged Fira again, before Fira finally nodded and it really made Juna happy.

Juna immediately took Fira out of his room. They walked towards Juna's car park. Today Lita did send a new edition Honda Jazz car to Juna. The car is the most appropriate car according to Juna that he can use while in his village. Juna does not want to be too wow compared to other citizens.

Juna and Fira get in the car. Many eyes looked strangely at them. Juna doesn't care. He started the engine and started borrowing the accelerator slowly.

Car drove. Fira who was sitting next to Juna was acting as a guide. The road to Fira's house is not good. Juna will send a letter of protest to the Regent so that he pays more attention to the streets in the village.

Exactly thirty minutes later, they arrived at Fira's house. The house was tiny, painted green leaves and had a spacious courtyard. There were three mango trees beside the house. In addition, a lot of flowers were planted in front of Fira's house. What a comfortable and beautiful tiny house.

Fira immediately invites Juna to enter her house. During the day, his mother must have come home from the fields. Ms. Fira still has a patch of land that is self-managed.

From there, they live. Although sometimes the harvest is not in accordance with their expectations. At least they can still eat and not owe.

"Mother, Fira's home" exclaimed Fira. He immediately went in looking for his mother.

Juna who felt as a guest, chose to sit outside. There was a long chair he could use while waiting for Fira.

"Well, are there guests?" tanya Bu Tatik, the mother of Fira.

Juna got up from his seat. He then greeted Mother Fira politely.

"He's Mr. May, Mom. The new owner of the school" said Fira who suddenly appeared behind Bu Tatik.

"Schooler? Oh my!!!! Fira, why didn't you tell her to come in? Mr. school owner, let's go inside! Sorry, if the house is small and ugly" said Mrs Tatik embarrassed.

Juna smiled. He refused to enter. Juna prefers to sit outside while enjoying the cool breeze that cools his head.

Mrs Tatik went straight inside. He reappeared with a tray containing many with pastry jars. He put the jars on the table. Open one by one the lid of the jar so that Juna can taste the pastry made by Bu Tatik.

Juna. It was powerless to resist when Mrs Tatik did not stop thrusting her jars of cake. The habit of villagers here is that they will be offended if guests do not taste the snacks provided.

Juna as a guest tried to respect the host. Although her stomach was full, Juna still took the cookies and tasted them one by one.

"Mother, Mr. May is full. He just finished eating. No, don't go on!" Fira took the nastar that Juna was about to eat.

"Sorry, yes, Mr. May. My mother is excited about the arrival of guests."

"It's okay, Fir. Don't be scolded like it's her mother" Juna said. He remembered Bu Tias when he saw Bu Tatik's behavior.

"Mrs May, come see you. He said there was important business" Fira said before her mother asked about Juna's arrival to her house.

"important? Is my husband wrong?" tanya Bu Tatik is worried.

"No, Ma. I just want to pay the bills. I have a debt with Diandra."

Bu Tatik's face was instantly sour when he heard the name Diandra. The face bolt does not like to be directly shown by Bu Tatik.

"That kid owes the same father?" tanya Bu Tatik ketus.

"No, Ma. I have a debt with Diandra. May I meet with Mr Narto?" ask Juna politely.

Mrs Tatik nodded. He immediately invited Juna in. Juna followed Mrs Tatik to a room in the back. Behind Juna, Fira follows him. So when the man walks like he is marching.

Chequek!

The door to the room is open. The two Netra Juna glared at the sight of the figure of an old man lying on the bed.

"In.di.di...he Pak Narto?" juna asked in disbelief.