LOVE OF JUITA

Sabotage

Julia opens a shipment from Riska via DM. A post from an account called @nabelle appeared, sharing some photos of a box of cheese tape bolus that had been cut into pieces. The photo was taken from different angles.

Surprisingly there is a carcass of lizard that has been split in two in the cake. Along with the caption that pitched anger and corner Julia's shop.

"Heavy disappointment with Ma'am Jul's souvenir booth. I'm interested because this store hits really and many say good. But what I got was a sponge tape filled lizard. So disgusting! It is dirty and the source of disease. Thankfully I haven't eaten yet. Do you not use quality control? Eat that customer money!!!

#boikotmbakjul #closembakjul."

Not to mention the shock Julia lost. Another post from @nabelle.

"In addition to the lizard cake. This store uses employees who are sick with TB gaes. The fix owner of this store is crazy. It's grim! #boikotmbakjul #closembakjul."

Within minutes @nabelle's post went viral. The Instagram account of Julia's store was attacked from various directions into months. Comen pitched caci-maki, until the threat came to invade.

Julia fixated. Unable to move, even the tears that used to represent his heart froze. Instantly his finger muscles are weak, unable to hold the weight of his phone until freefall hit the floor.

"Astaghfirullah hal adziiim. God give me strength." Julia lirih.

"It looks like bad news." Septian murmured in the heart.

He picked Julia's phone off the floor. He turns on his screen and finds the cause of Julia's shock. The news quickly ignited his anger.

From the beginning he disagreed with Julia's business idea. But for the love and happiness of Julia, he put all the material he had to make it happen.

The good name of the family he bet. The shadow of funds that almost touched five hundred million would be wasted. Disappeared without a trace.

Buggggh!

Septian punched the wall hard.

Julia's body jumped in shock, she covered both ears with her palms. His body reflexes curled up. His whole body was trembling.

His mouth was locked, he could not scream. His eyes did not want to believe what Septian was doing. Where was the gentle figure that had just been with him?.

"How do you do business, huh?! Why is this so?!"

Stare Septian sharp. His voice was heavy withstanding emotions. Jaw screeching. Anger was pouring all over his veins. His knuckles were clenched.

"M-I'm sorry Mas .. I don't know why this is so. I-I've done everything according to procedure."

Julia stuttered her face pale, as if her body was losing its blood supply.

"Arrrrrghhhh chaotic!" Septian growled his hair in frustration.

Julia turned away in fear. He closed his eyes tightly. Although he was tired, he did not sleep for a second. Why did he have such a bad dream.

The news was enough to make him hit, but the Septian attitude inflicted a wound. His whole life no one had ever taken care of him. Julia is unable to contain the sadness. His hand removed the melted clear crystal.

"Ck!" Septian clucked furiously at Julia.

For the first time in his life Septian hated seeing women's tears. He now considers the clear melt is only a weapon to weaken the heart of men.

"Don't crybaby! Show me your responsibility. Take care and solve the problems you've created!" Septian garang.

Brakk!

Septian slammed the door as hard as he could. He leaves Julia with a wound in her heart, bleeding. Gaped.

***

Flashbacks.

When Julia was busy helping dry gudeg production. Miss Kades arranged a stratagem. He approached Bu Jum an old widow whose life was in short supply. When Julia's store opened production at PKK Hall, she signed up to become a production employee as a kitchen money add-on.

Bu Kades slipped a hundred thousand in the pocket of Bu Jum's shirt.

"What's this money for, Mom?" Ask Bu Jum to Bu Kades slowly.

"I drooled with Julia's sponge. If you buy a mature one, you have to queue at the store. So I booked the raw dough just shake it. Can you help me?" Miss Kades smiled.

"I'm sorry I didn't dare Mom. Julia will be angry." Bu Jum put the money back to Ms. Kades.

"Come Ma'am. I asked Julia for permission. He allowed it. That's why I came to you." Said Ms. Kades reassuringly, she refused the money offered.

"You think I lied hmmm …. ?"

Bu Kades raised his chin high.

Bu Jum shook his head weakly, he was too scared.

"Save that money. Where's the dough pan that hasn't been baked, I want to see." Miss Kades' orders.

Bu Jum hurriedly put the money in his pocket. He took out a sponge pan containing thick dough and handed it to Bu Kades.

Ms. Kades took out a plastic pack from her skirt pocket containing a dead lizard. Bu Jum's eyes were round. Spontaneously he closed his open mouth, almost he let out a scream of shock.

With one quick move, Bu Kades poured the plastic contents into the dough. He grabbed a spoon and pressed the lizard inside. Slowly jolted to the table until the lizard sank evenly mixed with the dough without leaving a trace.

"Mom don't do this. I'm afraid of prison." Said Bu Jum softly, his body trembling in fear.

"No one goes to jail if you don't open your mouth." Said Bu Kades smiling viciously intimidatingly.

"Now bake this, after that directly packing and leave it to me. Don't let anyone know." Tell Ms. Kades to be cold.

Bu Jum trembled opening the oven. His body was cold with fear. Inevitably follow the orders of Miss Kades.

"Allah forgives me for my weakness, I cannot resist injustice. Protect Julia's mother." Inner Bu Jum cried inwardly.

Once mature he immediately packed the sponge in the box. And put it in a plastic labeled store. He handed it to Bu Kades who was waiting outside the PKK hall.

"Is it what I want?" Ask Bu Kades to make sure.

Bu Jum nodded and handed the package of cookies to Bu Kades. He then stepped aside not wanting to deal with Bu Kades again.

Ms. Kades headed to her car, kept the cookie box in the passenger seat. Before returning home he will make one more scenario to destroy Julia.

He remembered earlier in the PKK hall there was Bu Karti who became a production employee. Bu Karti is famous for having allergies to flower powders. It does not keep flowering plants. Only plants leaves that decorate the yard of his house.

Ms. Kades picked a flower in the courtyard of the PKK hall. With a relaxed step he approached Bu Karti who was making a dough peyek shrimp rebon.

Guiltless, Bu Kades flicked the flower over Bu Karti's head. Making the powder scattering around Bu Karti's face. Mrs Kades' hands shrewdly slipped flowers into her pocket. Miss Kades smiled triumphantly waiting for what to happen.

Bu Kades moved away, he sat down to take a comfortable position to record the scene that was about to happen. For a minute and two he waited for a reaction.

"Uhuk ... uhuk .. huatchiii!" Bu Karti coughed and sneezed.

Initially only a slow cough, the longer the louder so that the sound of phlegm mucus filled his throat. Other employees looked at each other to see Bu Karti who was suddenly sick. Ms. Kades then casually recorded the scene with a cell phone.

The scene of an exhausted middle-aged woman holding back a cough, one hand covering her mouth wrapped in a mask with a sweatshirt collar. One hand was busy stirring the peyek dough.

Miss Kades smiled with satisfaction, she got what she needed. He pressed the stop button on the recorder feature. He keeps the phone in his pocket. With a face deliberately made concerned he approached Bu Karti.

"If it hurts to go home, Mom. Rather than infecting other colleagues." Bu Kades patted Bu Karti on the shoulder.

"Thuk uhuk! Yes Mom, I was surprised when I suddenly fell. Uhuk!" Bu Karti spoke while tired. It was a matter of difficulty breathing.

"Have asked permission to go home. Money for the fare. Count sodaqoh." Bu Kades slipped a hundred thousand dollars into Bu Karti.

"Thank you Ma. Excuse me first. It's not strong." Bu Karti passed leaving the dough. His shoulders rose up irregularly, hands patting his aching chest.

Miss Kades' happy smile was wide.

"One more step I won. Get out of this village." Hisses.

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