DRAGON CARVED JADE BRACELET
Chapter 70: JEALOUSY

    That day, around ten o'clock, Jamil asked for Mas Tarno to be escorted to a motorcycle dealer. Yeah, Jamil wants to buy a motorcycle. He had long wanted to have a motorbike, since his blind motorbike was burned along with his house which was silent time. Of course, now that the company has enough money, the desire to buy a motorcycle will be fulfilled. At least if there is a motorbike, he can take his son and wife traveling everywhere. Especially if he can re-concrete Juminem, surely he will not be angry just.

    "Cock just buy a motorbike, sir?  Don't buy a car?" tanya Tarno the box driver who drove to the motorcycle shop.

    "Mas Tarno's .... Companies still need a lot of money for capital recovery. Motor course, later can be used also for the heroes of the employees." replied Jamil who sat to the left of Mas Tarno.

    "But for families it is more comfortable to use a car, sir .." continued Mas Tarno again.

    "It is not good to hoard treasure, Mas Tarno .... What matters is enough .... Don't be so fancy .... Property will not be taken away .... Free to hoard property, even later if it is dead that can not turn it on again. Precisely what is important is his charities, Mas Tarno ..." said Jamil while lecturing his employees.

    "Yes as well, sir .... Even later if he died, his property became the seizure of his heir, which eventually became a problem ..." replied Tarno who was driving it.

    "Mas Tarno .... This place of business was once owned by Mr. Boss. Although it has been handed over to me, and I manage, but tomorrow if Mr. Boss is out of prison, the plan will be returned ..." said Jamil who certainly surprised Mas Tarno.

    "Lho, Sir ...?! No, Mr .... It could go bankrupt again .... Continues, employees are not paid anymore ..." said Mas Tarno firmly, do not want if the company was returned to his old boss.

    But Jamil has not answered, the box car that is now on the left right there is the writing "Byma Milky Way Brass Craft" it has stopped in front of the largest motorcycle dealer in Juwana.

    "Here, Mr. .., this is the bike dealer ..." Mas Tarno told his boss.

    "Yes .... Mas Tarno came down, accompanied me by the motorbike. I'm not going back and forth, Mas ..." said Jamil who invited his employees to enter the dealer.

    "God, Sir .... Anyway buy a good ..." said Mas Tarno who certainly told his boss to buy a good bike.

    The two men finally entered the showroom. Look at the motor displayed in the room. There are many types and forms. There are duck bikes, there are male bikes, and there are also trail and big tall bikes. Many choices.

    "Pak .., this one is cool ..." said Mas Tarno while holding a fairly large male motorcycle.

    "Don't, Mas .... It was expensive .... The duck motor only .... Let's tomorrow if Melian wants to practice can ride it ..." said Jamil who has also stroked the duck bike.

    "Oo, so .... Yes, this is the right one, Mr. .." said his employee it adds to Jamil's confidence to choose the vehicle he will buy.

    Along with that, came a beautiful woman approaching Jamil and Tarno. He was a salesman at that dealer.

    "Which vehicle buyer, sir ...?" ask the sales lady.

    "This is, Ma'am ... red duck bike ..." said Jamil who was very happy with the bike he held.

    "Surely this one ...? Don't want this ...?" said the salesman while showing a manly and cool motorcycle.

    "No, Ma'am .... Let my son go up. My daughter, kok ..." replied Jamil who had been steady with the duck bike he chose.

    "Oi .... Yes, Mr .... It's also good for girls ..." said the saleswoman.

    "How much is this worth?" ask Jamil.

    "That's just three millions, sir .... Not all buy for your own Father ...? Which motor is this guy, sir?" said the salesman, who also offers other types of motorcycles.

    "The money is not enough, Ma'am ..." Jamil said flatly.

    "Credit you, sir .." said the salesman again.

    "Well, Ma'am .., if my credit is not brave. The flowers can strangle the neck .... Fear of hanging yourself because you can not pay the debt" said Jamil who antipathy with debt.

    "Ah .., you could have ..." said the salesman.

    Then the sales invited Jamil to sit in the payment administration. Of course to complete the payment and submit the terms, namely KTP for the manufacture of complete motor letters in the form of BPKB and STNK. Jamil also paid cash. And of course the most important thing is the delivery address of the vehicle.

    "Where was the vehicle sent, sir?" ask the beautiful woman who is in the administration.

    "In my house .... Naga Village. Later if you have entered the Dragon Village, directly in the ancient house that has a yard is quite spacious. Just ask Kang Jamil's house .., people already know." said Jamil who gave directions to his house.

    "Yes, Sir .... Later I will tell the fleet that delivers. Thank you, Mr .... Tomorrow buy again yes, sir ..." said the beautiful woman.

    "Hehehe .... Whose money, Ma'am ...." Jamil smile.

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    The afternoon just passed. Melian just got home from school. Of course after his son entered the house, Juminem immediately closed the door again. At least he takes care of his son in the house. Starting from changing clothes to lunch with his son. It was Juminem's habit during the day after his son came home from school. He always asked Melian to take a nap. At least lay his back after from morning until noon sitting in school. Later in the afternoon, if there is a friend playing to the house, the physical condition of his son is not too achieved. Juminem himself. At least he can lay down a body for a moment, after the morning was busy in the kitchen, and after finishing cooking, he was busy with his sewing work. He also needs rest.

    "Excuse me ...!! Kulanova ...!!" the voice of the greeting people in front of Juminem's house.

    Hearing the voices of people coming, of course Juminem rushed up from his fall on the bed.

    "Maye .... That there's a greetings person in front of the house, who, Yeah ...?" ask Juminem to his son.

    "Don't know, Mother .." said Melian who remained lying in her bed.

    Finally Juminem stepped into the front room. Then he peeked out from behind the window. There were two men wearing white uniforms with red stripes, standing on the porch of his house. Then Juminem glanced again. In front of the house, in the yard, there is an open tub car also in white using red sleret, parked. On top of the tub, there is a motorcycle that stands and is tied. Yeah, new bike.

    Juminem ran inside, into his son's room. He was excited, wanting to tell his son.

    "Maye .... Here ..." said Juminem while waving his hand the tent calling his son.

    "What's up, Mom ...?" ask Melian.

    "here .... There's a car with a new motor .... Greeess ..." said Juminem who directly dragged his son's arm, invited to look outside the house.

    "Excuse me .... Kulonuwun ..." the man's voice was heard again, coinciding Juminem was at the door.

    Juminem opened the door of his house.

    "Is this really Mr. Jamil's house?" ask one of the people on the porch.

    "Yes .... What's up, huh?" ask Juminem again.

    "This, Madam .... We want to deliver the motor ..." said the person who turned out to be the motorist from the dealer.

    "Who's the bike?" Juminem is shocked and confused.

    "Sir Jamil, Ma'am .... It was Mr. Jamil who bought it to our place. Here we are told to drive home ..." said the male dealer employee.

    "Goddess .... Tenan to iki ...? Wee .... Nduk .., Melian ..., this is Nduk, Pak-e's motorcycle...." Juminem instantly gleeful, happy not to be a bitch. Of course, straight down from the terrace and into the open tub car, saw the new motorbike purchased by her husband.

    Melian as well. Until the age of ten years now, only this time he saw a motorbike in his home. And of course, Melian is also happy his father bought a new motorcycle. That big boy, has never driven a motorcycle. Just as a baby, when delivered by Jamil and Juminem go back to his crank house. Melian may not remember or even know. That's it with a butut motor. So with the drop of a new motorbike purchased by his father, he was very happy. Immediately imagined in his mind, later when his father came home, he would be driven on a motorcycle.

    Two motorbike dealers dropped off the new duck. Slowly, so as not to scuff.

    "Where are you, ma'am?" ask the employee to Juminem.

    Juminem and Melian, who were trailing two male dealer employees who took down the bike, were confused. Wanted to be placed where the new bike is.

    "Where, Yes....???" Juminem was confused.

    "I put it on the porch here, yeah ..., ma'am ...?" said the introduction of the motorbike, which has adjusted the motor.

    "Eh, yes ..., yes ..., yes ..." replied Juminem nervously.

    "Well, Mom .... Here's the key to the contact, keep this motor owner's manual ..., and this one's a letter of proof of delivery. Please sign here .... Proof that the goods have reached the buyer's house" said one of the preachers who handed the paper to be signed by the recipient, he also loaned the ballpoint to Juminem for signature.

    Juminem accepts everything. Key contacts, books and of course sign the delivery letter requested by the employee.

    "Thank you, Mom .... We have delivered the goods, and we want to go back to the motorcycle shop again" said the motorists say goodbye.

    "Eeh, Mas ..., don't drink first ...?" Juminem is so confused that he forgot to drink for people who have delivered the new motorbike.

    "It doesn't matter, Mom .... We have to get back to the store." said the employee who immediately ran his car out of the yard of Juminem house.

    After the death of two motorists.

    "Rudio ..., Mak .... Nice, Mak ..." said Melian who had felt the motor that was standardized on the terrace of his house.

    "Yes, Mel .... Very good ....This is your sir, who's buying a duck bike for, yeah ...?" juminem said he would like to know.

    "Most for Mak-e .... Hehehe ..." Melian replied with a grimace.

    "Because .... Mak-e can't ride the bike, yeah ..." said her mother.

    "Yes tomorrow tell me to teach Mr-e .... Let it be later if you go to the market can ride a motorcycle ..." said Melian who told her mother to ask to be taught to ride a motorcycle.

    "Fear ..., Nduk ..." - Juminem.

    "Yes, tomorrow Melian alone rises .... Melian asked to be taught by Pak-e, ah .." said his son who would be happy if tomorrow could ride a motorcycle.

    Until the afternoon, the two women mother and son stroked a new motorbike parked on the porch of his house. And until Jamil came home, then greeted the child and his wife, two children and the mother did not know, because so busy watching the motorbike with their respective stories.

    "Ehm ..., um ...!" Jamil pretended to have a fever, to tell his arrival to his son and wife.

    "Eee ..., Mr-e ...." Melian directly hit his father. So he says, "Pak-e bought a new bike, yeah ...."

    "Yes .... Nice isn't?" sahut Jamil who has been dragged by his son to go to where the motorbike is.

    "Good, Sir .... Melian likes. Mak-e also likes ..." replied her son.

    "Kang ..., who's buying a duck bike, who's it for?" ask Juminem.

    "Yes for us .... Later if Melian has grown up so she can use ..." replied Jamil with a smile.

    "Oi .... Later I was shaken yes, Kang ..." said Juminem began to heat up on her husband.

    "Yes .." replied Jamil with a sweet smile.

    "Melian is also yes, sir ..." said his son.

    "Yes, Honey ...." Jamil answered while lifting his son's body and raised it on the motorcycle seat.

    "You're being rebounded now, sir...?" ask Melian who is happy because it has been raised on the bike.

    "In the meantime, darling .... Sir-e wants to take a shower first .... Later, Pak-e finished bathing, I took a muter-muter ..." said Jamil promised his son.

    "Ashiiiik ...." Melian is very excited to be invited to ride a motorbike.

    "Me too, Kang ..." - Juminem.

    "Yes .... As long as it is no longer jealous .." replied Jamil as he stepped into the house.

    "Yes ...!!" Juminem, who was chasing after her husband, pinched Jamil's waist.

    Jamil who pinched his waist retaliated by squeezing his wife's ass. Juminem was startled, immediately hugging Jamil's waist, and his head was already buried into her husband's chest. She was dragged in the steps of her husband who kept walking. Eventually, the two men entered the bathroom.