The Matchmaker Competition

CHAPTER 96

"Juna," said Burhan.

Juna who had just reached the factory turned his bow towards the direction of the sound.

"Yes, sir. Can I help you?"

Burhan invites Juna into his room. The young man just came along without knowing what his boss would want to discuss.

"I have cooperation with sugar factory in Bengkulu. My grandson is sick. I can't leave him. So I ask you to take my place there."

Juna swallowed his saliva. How could he possibly leave while Dira's condition had not changed. The girl was still engrossed in her sleep after two days in hospital. Juna loosened his breath, he was not at all comfortable refusing his superior's request. But he also wanted to know the development of Dira.

Juna's hand was dancing on a flat screen. Not how long the tone sounded indicating the incoming telephone connection. Breath continues to roll, the net looked at the road outside the factory. Some employees have already started to exit the factory building, meaning lunchtime has arrived.

"Mas Juna, eat yuk?" invite Ical who saw his coworker still survive in the warehouse.

"You go first, first. I have a little business." Ical left Juna alone in the warehouse.

"Juna, I'm not just asking you to come. But this is a ticket for your extended family."

"Ticket?"

"Yes, you didn't forget my plan about the matchmaking. Coincidentally, the show will be there. So you and your family came, yeah."

"Good sir. Thanks for the invitation." Juna greeted the middle-aged man before him.

Juna repeated his phone call. Long time the ringing is connected but still not lifted. And finally..

"Hello, assalamualaikum,"

"waalaikumsalam, summation,.Juna." that shady voice returned the phone.

"Auntie Dewi, how is Dira?"

"Dira, well now it's gone. Only until now there has been no sign that he will be conscious." Definitely mama Goddess.

"Alhamdulillah if he has gone. Sorry Auntie in recent days Juna has not been able to come there. Earlier, Juna's boss asked to go out of town for work. I just want to see if Dira's condition has any change yet."

"Thank you, Juna. You still care about Dira. Auntie is happy that Dira got a guy like you. Forgive Vira and Feri yes, they are still upset with you. Aunty thinks they're just worried about Dira.

If you have any business, just finish it. Aunty's gonna let me know if there's any Dira development."

"Thank you, Aunt Goddess. Thanks for the green light. I promise I will keep Dira completely at heart." replied Juna steadily.

"Aunty keep your promise."

Juna hangs up the phone connection between himself and Mama Dewi. There was a sense of relief when he heard the news that his girl was better than before. It's just that at this time he must accept the risk of being away from two figures who were supporters.

The man stepped out of the warehouse towards the factory canteen.

Juna looked at the atmosphere of the bustling factory canteen. Factories have the majority of men's jobs rather than women's. After a long day of work, they need more energy. They sat with another group. But not infrequently they choose to go out just to smoke.

Juna mingled at Ical's group table. There was Mr. Dono who joined the young men. The age of middle-aged Mr. Dono did not make the man inferior.

"Sir Dono heard about taking a pension, huh?" Ical asked as he devoured the cat's rice.

"Yes, I want to rest" replied Mr. Dono with a smile.

"Sepy if there is no Dono sir." said Juna.

"You rarely talk to me either. You'd rather be with Mr. Burhan than with me."

Juna was a little surprised to hear Mr. Dono's words. There is a bad taste because of the impression he chose to hang out. Though not every day Mr. Burhan comes to him.

"Juna's a potential ghost of Mr. Burhan. She's getting married to Mr. Burhan's granddaughter." said Ical.

Juna is confused as to how to explain to those who consider themselves matre. His body was leaned against the iron chair. Slightly lowered when they were still engrossed in eating. He never chose friendship.

"But you're a capable man. Why stay in Jamal's small and narrow contract" Ical said.

"Well, do you like a woman? if you don't agree, you're out of the house. Is that so?" guess Mr. Dono.

"Yes" replied Juna.

"Classic excuse of the rich." said dede.

Lunch time is over. All the workers disbanded. Including Juna and other employees. During work Juna thought the words of his co-workers. It was as bad as he was in their eyes.

Ting!

"The ticket is ready. You leave tonight. I've notified your family." The message Mr. Burhan sent to Arjuna.

Juna shuffled his hair. Everything feels made in a hurry. It was as if what he had experienced while with Delia had repeated itself.

can I breathe for a moment?

Juna has prepared the goods for departure to Bengkulu. Not much stuff he brought. Only one backpack was on his shoulder. Because in his house there is a jumbo suitcase while his clothes are only five suits he carries. For a moment he glanced at the clock already showing at 14:00 while the plane at 19. 00.

"Are you ready?" ask mama.

"Here you go, ma." replied Juna.

"Sorry, my mom and dad didn't come. Looks like your father is not well." replied his mother Juna.

"Well, ma. How's this ticket? it'll be charred."

"No, son. Mama told you the same, Mr. Burhan. You know since Mr. Shahab in prison the factory assets have declined. Your father's dizzy with the sudden problems at the factory."

Juna knew the impact his confiscated assets had on his father's tea factory.

"Did Juna just cancel the trip?"

"No, son. Just keep doing your job. We're on you now, kid.

Oh yeah how's Dira doing?"

"That's good, ma. He's just not conscious."

Juna heard the sound of a car signalling going to Soekarno-Hatta airport. Juna paid a farewell to both of his parents. Her mother kissed her son's forehead.

"Be careful, son."

Juna left his home in Bogor. After a long trip from Bogor to Cengkareng he finally stood in front of Soekarno-Hatta airport.

While waiting for boarding, Juna several times contacted Dewi to inquire about Dira. But the phone call did not come in. Juna closed his phone to get on the plane.

clique

Meanwhile in a hospital, precisely in a nursery. Two women and one man were sitting in a chair. Beside them a beautiful figure was still lying soundly with medical devices. The middle-aged woman had her daughter's finger kneeling for three days.

"Ra, mama misses you. Sorted by you and Vira, only you still want to help mama in the kitchen. Mama didn't expect that Abdullah would kidnap you either."

Vira snorted annoyed, at a crucial time like this her mother still had time to compare herself. But that frustration can only be stored in the heart. Vira is back focused on her goal.

Slowly the eyes opened. Mama Dewi who saw her son had realized immediately hugged Dira. Replaced with Vira and Ferries. Dira looked around him. Turn around looking one by one who was inside the room.

Where's she?

The disappointment he was looking for was not in his room.