LOVE OF JUITA

Clues

The pair of eyes that were shaded by dense eyelashes were glittering cheerfully. Riska smiles satisfied to see employees enjoy the dish with pleasure. Means he did not choose the wrong menu from his friend's catering efforts. He occasionally greets and mates with employees.

Among the hustle and bustle of employee cheer, his eyes were fixed on the figure of Bu Jum looks like I was sitting in his chair without any aura of excitement. Riska stepped closer to Bu Jum to find out what the problem was. Maybe he can offer help.

"Bu Jum, don't eat? Why not get excited? Mommy sick?" Ask Riska with empathy.

Bu Jum lowered his head to hide his face, his hands moved to remove the damp end of his eyes with his thin t-shirt.

"Mom, what's the problem? Is there anything I can help you with?" Riska sat next to him to get closer.

Bu Jum raised his overcast face. There was a gurat of doubt imprinted on the look in his eyes.

"Actually I .. anu .. feel guilty for returning to work here. But how else .. I need money. I feel guilty every time I see Mr. Septian's face." Bu Jum looked down again.

Riska choked, he felt that this attitude of Bu Jum had something to do with the problem that was flipping through their store.

"Bu Jum wants to convey a complaint or whatever it is to Mr Septian? I know keeping a secret tastes really bad." Risk Fishing.

"I'm afraid to go to jail." Bu Jum whispered while sobbing.

Riska's heart is pounding, she is sure that Bu Jum keeps a big thing.

"No, I assure you Mr. Septian will not be angry with Ms. Jum if Bu Jum tells you what the truth is." Persuade Riska.

Bu Jum looked at Riska's eyes as if asking for reassurance.

"You are Mom …. " Riska rubbed Bu Jum's hand gently.

Bu Jum nodded slowly. Riska's blood flow rippled through the veins, she was already impatient to know the truth.

"Let me drive upstairs to Mr. Septian's office." Riska holding the skinny hand of Bu Jum, she still hesitated to step up.

But Riska did not care about it, she stepped wide and long because she was impatient. Making Bu Jum walk staggered following Riska's footsteps towards the second floor.

Arriving at the door of the study, Riska paused for a moment to catch her breath. He opened the door and turned his head to check on Septian.

"Sir Septian .. Is he busy?" Riska asked Septian who was still sitting facing the window.

Septian turned his chair towards the sound.

"No. What's up?" Answer the flat Septian.

"This .. Bu Jum wants to convey something." Say Riska carefully.

Septian raised next to his brows, astonished. However, he immediately smiled to welcome the presence of Bu Jum.

"Please sit down, Ma'am Jum, just relax." Septian got up from his chair to the small sofa in the middle of the room that was specially available to welcome guests.

His hands moved politely allowing Riska and Bu Jum to sit down.

Riska and Bu Jum sat opposite Septian on the sofa. The skinny body of Bu Jum moved restlessly, his fingers twisting the tip of the shirt.

Septian understood the anxiety gesture that Bu Jum was experiencing. Instantly his heart fell in pity to see that old and skinny figure.

"Riska, if I may ask please get me a tea bottle of two yes. And look at the employees below." Septian said gesturing for Riska to leave them talking four eyes.

Riska nodded in agreement even though she was very curious about the confession that Bu Jum was going to give. Riska got up from her seat and stepped out while pulling on the doorknob while closing it.

Septian glanced towards the increasingly pale face of Bu Jum's haggard face.

"Please tell Bu Jum what to say. I'll listen." Septian leaned his back against the sofa.

"Will you not take me to jail after I make this confession?"

Sahut Bu Jum slowly.

"No. What's for?" Answer the septian casually. He pulled out his phone from his pants pocket and wiped the screen. He will record their conversation. But Septian made it less obvious that Bu Jum did not change his mind. He pretended to be typing a message.

"Before Mom Jum, there is a message I must reply." Say Septian casually while activating the recorder feature.

Bu Jum nodded obediently.

"Yes please, Ma'am Jum." Septian slipped a cell phone into his shirt pocket.

"Actually I want to apologize profusely to you for not being able to prevent the act of mungkar." Said Bu Jum vibrating. Bu Jum's jaw hardened, he tried to hold back from crying.

"meaning?" Septian raised his eyebrows, curious.

"Who by?" Cut Septian firmly.

"Please don't report this to Ms. Kades, because she could be very angry with me. I fear that a bad relationship could complicate my situation in our village. I'm a hard man sir." Bu Jum weld.

"Hmmmm so Miss Kades asked Mom to do it?" Septian stared intently at Bu Jum.

"not Sir. Miss Kades put the lizard in the dough. I was forced to bake and pack cakes. Then the cake was taken away, Miss Kades."

"Hmmm …. " Septian folded both his hands on his chest.

"My feeling has been bad since seeing the awkward hiccups Bu Kades put lizards into the dough. But I kept quiet because I didn't know what to do. I was told to shut up. Then the gossip there was a peck cake eaten by customers that led to the store closed. It was only then that I realized that Ms. Kades had bad intentions in this store. I'm sorry Sir. It's my fault that I don't have the courage. Sorry sir I'm just a weak man." Bu Jum's shoulders went up and down so his spirit explained.

"I understand. I have forgiven Mother. Thank you for telling the truth. At least I got a bright spot." Septian smiled gently.

"Mr didn't fire me?" The eyes of Bu Jum are rounded.

"Would you like to get fired?" Gurau Septian.

"No sir. Please give me another chance. My kids are still in school, sir." Spontaneous Bu Jum.

"Bu Jum, from today onwards Mother works diligently here huh. I ask for help from Bu Jum and other employees please support me to continue to be honest and brave like this." Answer the Septian carefully.

"Thank you Mr. Septian. May the Father have much sustenance, facilitated all affairs, granted all wills in the heart and harmony always the same Miss Julia. Aamiin's." Bu Jum raised both his hands high.

"Amiiin to Rabbal 'alamiin. Thank you, Mom. Anything to say again?"

"There is no sir. Then I'll let you down first sir." Said Ma'am Jum withdraw."

Septian nodded smilingly. Coinciding with Riska who appeared while carrying a tea bottle from behind the door.

"Is he finished?" Riska's eyes are wide-spherical.

"It's Mom." Said Bu Jum with a relieved face.

"His tea?" Riska turned her head and asked Septian.

"Yes, he was given one to Bu Jum. Time all I drink alone." The Septian murmur was upset by Riska's slow reaction.

"Oh yes. Sorry sir." Riska grinned as she hurriedly handed a bottle of tea to Bu Jum who had already slipped out.

Septian gurgled at Riska's behavior. He returned to his chair, threw out his body and breathed a sigh of relief. One strange problem can be solved pretty soon.

Riska went back into the workspace. His eyes glared with curiosity.

"So what did Bu Jum say?" Riska splashed onto the Septian desk.

"Hmmmm, call me Father. Here I am your boss. Let his nepotism not be too conspicuous." Septian glared at his cousin.

"Haish! Yes Mr. Septian." Error Riska.

"Your job now, call the person who's complaining about the lizard. Set the meeting time and if necessary offer compensation money that is a good amount. Let him open his mouth." Septian Command.

"So this is not due to the negligence of our employees, sir?"

"No. Someone is deliberately trying to bring us down. That's why I want to meet that customer. I want authentic proof."

"Who's the bad one to our store. What revenge?" Riska's eyebrows are wrinkled.

"I already know who did it."

"Who's who?"

"Consecret. You ember. Finish your job I told you."

"Astaghfirullah same adziiim cousin himself use secret." Riska.

"Do your job or I won't tell you." Threaten Septian with earnest eyes.

"Good Sir. Ready to do it." Sahut Riska seriously.

"No long wear, Ris."

Riska nodded with confidence.