DRAGON CARVED JADE BRACELET
Chapter 75: NOT MEETING

    After being led by Mr. Habibi who became President replacing Pak Harto, the Indonesian economy again improved. The rupiah value is getting stronger. Crismon began to decline. The purchasing power of the people has improved. The markets began to squirm, crowded by buyers. Likewise, shops that did not dare to open for fear of looting, have now begun to crowded. At least the economic atmosphere of the Indonesian nation is already seen crowded between sellers and buyers. Not only the domestic economy, but foreign trade has also improved. Import exports again enliven the atmosphere at the port. Foreign exchange returned to surplus.

    Improving the economy of this nation is certainly very influential in the lives of the people. Especially the small people of workers, who at that time really suffered because of the massive GHK case as a result of the monetary crisis. But now, after the factory opened, after the employees began work, after the community could earn income, the nation's economy rose again.

    That morning Jamil joined Mas Tarno in a box car that delivered brass craft merchandise to Tuban. Old customers who had not been around chrismone had often bought craft items at Jamil's factory, with his old boss. Jamil also once delivered goods to the home of his customers. And now, when Jamil returns to deliver goods to Tuban, in the home of his customers, his position has changed. Jamil is no longer an employee, but a boss.

    Indeed, the customers of the craft that used to be, when the chrismon stopped buying, because indeed the purchasing power of the community really stopped, now after the economy improved again, the, they also shopped to meet the needs of the market. It used to be that the average customer was only focused on products for building or housing needs. It was still with the old boss. But now, after the brass craft company was held by Jamil, there has been a significant change. If in the past only made pintum handle keys, padlocks, and bathroom faucets, now the brass craft company called the Milky Way is actually more reproducing accessories and home decorations, crafts goods, such as lights, wall hangings and trinkets used to beautify the house. Even many make trophies or trophies to fulfill orders abroad.

    Older customers, who are traders on average, are sure to be happier and feel more options to offer to buyers. The goods are good, and the quality is also better. The garage is smooth and perfect. Moreover, brooch jewelry that is commonly sought by women, is more complete with various models. This is sold and encouraged by traders.

    Like the old customer from Tuban, looks happy and praises Jamil who has dared to change the products of his old boss. And of course many stories are talked about, especially efforts to survive in times of monetary crisis. And the customer from Tuban nodded his head, a sign of great respect and respect for Jamil. Career of a laborer who can be a boss. That must be a very wonderful thing. Especially if you see the breakthroughs that have been done by Jamil, he was very amazed. And finally, those old customers came back excited for me, shopping in large quantities.

    "Mas Tarno, later we stop by at Pasar Lasem yes ..." said Jamil ordered to the driver of the box that transports goods orders from customers from Tuban.

    "Ready, sir ..." said Mas Tarno while driving, driving a car from the direction of Juwana to Tuban. "What's wrong, sir?" tanya Mas Tarno next.

    "There's a brother there that I want to meet .." replied Jamil.

    "His brother's a man, sir? He sells in the market, Mr ...?" ask Tarno again.

    "Yes .., but not his own trade .... Just being a stall keeper belongs to people .." replied Jamil.

    "Well, how come we're not being told to work where we are, sir?" the driver asked, as it looked strange.

    "Penginnya so .... But don't know yet .... If for example I work at our place, why not?" Jamil pretended to ask.

    "Walah .., yes you must do it, sir .... Cook work in your own place really do not want." said Tarno who remained concentrated in driving.

    "But his home in Lasem, Mas Tarno .... Far ..." said Jamil again, who tried to guard the opinions of his employees.

    "Walah .., yes told to stay at the factory to, sir .... In the factory, there are also many empty rooms that are not used. Instead of dirty rat house, mending no one is empathetic." replied Mas Tarno which is certainly very in accordance with what was expected by Jamil.

    "That's it, yeah ...? Any other employees allow anything?" jamil asked, again wanting to know the opinions of his employees.

    "Lhoh .., the important thing is Mr. Jamil .... Who owns the company is Mr. Jamil .... The employee is a subordinate of Mr. Jamil, yes must obey .... If there are employees who do not want to, yes issued to, sir." said Tarno who already considers Jamil is the person who is the most powerful to regulate the company.

    "Waaah .., yes it should not be, Mas Tarno .... Although I lead, but the company is ours together. We should give each other input on how good it is .... Later if there are employees who do not agree can even make friends uncomfortable work, finally the work is aras-arasen, lazy, afraid to focus, the production is not optimal. You know to, Mas Tarno .., why our old friends, so ask me to give a severance directly, and I am happy .... That's because if I keep him, he's not going to work well. As a result, friends so fuss continues, tadpoles, which causes the workplace so uncomfortable. I see, Mas Tarno ..." explained Jamil to his employees, who also in order to understand how to create a working atmosphere can improve production.

    "Oo .., so yes, sir ..." said Tarno who is certainly only willing to work, not able to think how to produce a good product.

    "Yes, yes ..." Jamil said.

    Without notice, the car has entered the Lasem area. And Mas Tarno directly turned the box car into the Lasem Market. Park in front of the market.

    "This Lasem Market, Mr Jamil?" ask the driver of the box.

    "Yes, right .... Turn off the engine first, Mas Tarno coffee first ..." said Jamil who then got off the car.

    "Lha, Mr Jamil?" ask Tarno.

    "I ordered a warm tea .... Mas Tarno all eat, if you want breakfast. I want to see Irul first." replied Jamil who had stepped into the market.

    "Yes, sir .." replied Tarno who immediately bablas to the tent stall that is near the parking lot of the vehicle, in front of the market.

    Jamil look out on the market terrace. The kiosk guarded by Irul turned out to be closed. Irul is not selling.

    "From what, Mr ...? Wanna buy what? Please look here .." said one of the guard mothers near Babah Ho's former stall.

    "Annu .... I'm looking for Mas Irul, Ma'am .... Do you know?" ask Jamil to the mother who was at the stall next to him.

    "Irul holiday .... Not open .... Yesterday was just scolded by his employer. Know his employer is fierce, even closed .... Later if sprayed again, lha mbuh kuwi boy ..." said the mother.

    "It ..., China from Semarang .... If it comes must be angry, which he says is not selling, which is lazy selling, can not sell, the money is lost, the trade is damaged ..... Wis, just sort of ..." said the mother again.

    "Indeed, Mas Irul is like that, Mom?" ask Jamil to look.

    "God, Mas .... Irul's his son is diligent. At seven o'clock in the morning must have opened the stall, four o'clock in the afternoon just closed. Indeed the stall is quiet, the price is expensive, do not want to send goods. Especially krismon like this .... People shop rarely .... Poor is Irul ..." explained the neighbor's mother of the stall.

    "Oi .... Look, Ms. .., I did not write a letter, later I will be sent to Mas Irul. Can you, Ms ...?" jamil said he'd write a letter.

    Understandably, that era is still rarely a phone. Let alone HP, home phones only have rich people. It is best to convey a message only through the letter. So Jamil immediately picked up the paper, tore the paper he carried, then he tulisi message on the back of the note, "Mas Irul, I was here, dear did not meet. Here I send a message, if you want to work with me, please go to Juwana. Find this address. Anyway, if you have arrived in the city of Juwana, just ask the Milky Way Brass Craft. Let's meet up. Jamil." so Jamil wrote.

    The paper was then folded, inserted into a brown envelope with the Milky Way company stamp. Then the envelope was tipped to the mother of the stall guard next to the stall that Irul guarded.

    "This, Madam .... Tomorrow if Mas Irul comes here, please convey. Maturnuwun, Ma'am .." said Jamil, handing over the envelope containing the letter.

    "Yes, equally .... Tomorrow I say." said the mother.

    Jamil stepped down. Directly to the stall close to the parking lot of his car. Then go into the stall, looking for Mas Tarno. Still tarno still fun to enjoy eating.

    "Collanova .... Where's my order tea, Mas?" jamil said as he nudged the driver's arm.

    "God .., forgot me, sir .... Sorry, Mr .... Ma'am, order some warm tea ...! Hehehe ..." said Tarno who apparently had not ordered warm tea for his branch.

    "Yo wis, rapopo .... Forgot that there is no law .... Nyuwun offers warm tea, Ma'am ..." said Jamil who then ordered warm tea to the seller.

    "Nriv .... Monggo ..." said the shop seller, who quickly gave Jamil warm tea.

    "How, Mr ...? Have met?" ask Tarno to his boss.

    "No .... The stall is closed ..." replied Jamil.

    "From whom, Mr ...?" suddenly the woman of the stall asked. Common in the market, everything is asked or reported there is nothing taboo. Therefore, if there is any news, the market quickly spreads.

    "Find Mas Irul .... But he said it was a holiday ...." Answer Jamil.

    "God, Sir .... Poor Mas Irul it .... If the boss comes, immediately scolded .... His boss from Semarang was very fierce ..... Not like Babah Ho, his old boss" said the rames rice seller.

    Jamil. Imagining the fate of Irul. However, there used to be an inner bond when Irul often delivered sembako to his home. At least often talk and tell stories about each other. There is a bond between the two. So hearing the news that Jamil was burned, Irul was so beaten, that he fainted.

    "Eating is done yet, Mas Tarno?" ask Jamil who has finished one glass of warm tea.

    "Already, Mr. .." replied Tarno.

    "If we have continued our journey to Tuban .... Day rush ..." Jamil said.

    "Lha, continue ...? Irul's not wanted, sir?" tanya Tarno the box driver.

    "What message ...? Tomorrow if the person goes to the market I say ..." said the seller.

    "So I've sent a message to the neighbors of the stall, kok ..." replied Jamil.

    "Oo .., yes already ..." said the basket.

    "Have ..., please count .... How much is it?" said Jamil who stood up to pay.

    Then the basket counted, and Jamil immediately paid and said goodbye. Although hollow, could not meet with Irul, but Jamil already knew the condition of the people he was looking for, from the stories of market people.

    Tarno immediately turned on his box car. Ready to continue the journey, delivering goods ordered by its customers.