DRAGON CARVED JADE BRACELET
Chapter 76: NOT EXPECTING

    That afternoon, there was a middle-aged man coming to the Milky Way brass craft outlet. The well-dressed person with the big bag hugged looked up, looked over and over. As if looking for someone.

    "What do you want to buy, Mom?" Ma'am Ika who was guarding the store immediately asked.

    "Anu ..., please ask .... Is this really the Milky Way's brass craft company?" ask the handsome and handsome man.

    "Yes, right .... What do you want to buy? Or what message?" I asked the man who was in the shop.

    "When where's the factory, huh?" ask the man back.

    "The factory, yes here .... But in the back. This is in front of the shop. What do you want to order?" mak Ika replied and of course asked what would be in the message, like other customers who always go inside if you want to order goods.

    "No message needed .... But I want to see Mas Jamil .... He said work here ..." said the man.

    "Oi .... Looking for Mr Jamil? Please sit down first, I call for a moment" said Mbak Ika who immediately stepped towards the back. Then came the young woman's cry calling Jamil, "Pak Jamil .... Someone is looking for ...!"

    Not long after, from the side of the shop displaying the brass craft, Jamil came out. Of course with a rather dirty clothes, because Jamil has just helped sanding psanan items. As usual, if there are a lot of orders, Jamil will help with it. He does not want to just resign to the employees, worried that until the fall of the order is not finished. He always helps anything that needs help. And definitely not only Jamil, but all the employees did just that.

    "Weeeh, Mas Irul .." Jamil said as he looked for him. He immediately greeted his guest.

    "Rubber, Mas Jamil .... I was looking for Sampeyan .... It was easy to find this place. Everyone knows, very well known ..." replied Irul who immediately shook Jamil's hand. Actually want to hug, but because the shirt worn by Jamil is very dirty, it does not become hugged.

    "Come, please come in ..." said Jamil who greeted his guests. Then he asked for help Ika, an employee who was guarding the store, "Mbak Ika .., please Mas Irul invited in, and get a drink."

    "Yes, sir .." replied Ika who immediately brought the tea bottle inside, presenting to Mas Irul who was sitting in the living room seat of the buyer. Just like you do if a customer is waiting for their boss.

    "This is the drink, Mas .... Please drink first, while waiting for you to change clothes ..." said Ika who already knows what is usually done by his boss, if he will meet guests if his clothes are dirty.

    Irul must have thought, if Jamil must be an employee at that place. Factory workers are like the friends he's met. A coolie who's always dirty with his job. But what he liked, once he came immediately greeted by employees, even told to wait in a nice and comfortable place, which was directly faced with a large table and a large black chair. That must be the seat of the boss of the company's owner. Especially thirsty when traveling to find the address of the Milky Way, directly digelontor with tea bottles just removed from the refrigerator. Cold and fresh. "It's really comfortable Mas Jamil's workplace ..." so it's in Irul's mind.

    Not long after, Jamil appeared in that room. The dirty shirt has changed. Already wearing neat clothes. Jamil immediately sat in the guest chair, facing Irul.

    And along with that, the woman who was standing guard at the shop had already served a warm teacup in front of Jamil.

    "It's really nice to be an employee at this brass company ..." again Irul thought Jamil was part of the employees at the place, so he thought how nice the employees here were.

    "Sir, there was a phone call from Jepara, have the goods delivered next week .." said the woman while putting Jamil drinks.

    "Yes, please check the name of the goods order, directly separated, to know what is still lacking .." replied Jamil.

    "Ready, Sir .... Later Madam Sri directly I asked to sort according to my record" said Ika who went directly to the store back, of course preparing a note of order.

    "What time is Lasem from? Yesterday I was looking not to see ..." asked Jamil to Irul.

    "So morning, Mas Jamil .... Take a small bus, so it's a bit long .." replied Irul, while finishing the tea bottle.

    "What's breakfast yet?" ask Jamil again.

    "Hehe .... Not yet, Mas ..." replied Irul timidly cat.

    "God .... Yo wis, let's have breakfast first ..." take Jamil to Irul.

    "Lha later if the boss is looking for Mas Jamil, how? Is Mas Jamil still working?" ask Irul.

    "It's okay, later I ask permission as Ma'am Ika ..." said Jamil who immediately stood pulling Irul's hand.

    Of course Irul who was invited was unable to refuse. How could he refuse if his stomach was rumbling. So Irul immediately stood up, following Jamil's invitation.

    "Mbak Ika .., I went out for a while, did Mas Irul breakfast .... Please if anyone is looking for a minute to wait" said Jamil who said goodbye to the shopkeeper.

    "Yes, sir ..." said the young woman in the shop.

    Jamil immediately stopped the motorcycle, giving the helmet to Irul. Then forward his vehicle to the barung nasi gandul. Typical cuisine of Pati City.

    "Well, this is called barren rice, Mas Irul ..." Jamil told Irul, who had been invited to sit in the stall.

    "Yes, Mas Jamil ..." said the first Irul will eat a dish called barren rice.

    "Nasi gandul two, ma'am .." said Jamil ordered.

    "Wear what?" ask the barren rice seller.

    "Dikasihi empal .... Scissored small .... Drink tea ..." Jamil said.

    "Monggo ..." said the barren rice basket handed over his order. A plate for Irul, and another plate for Jamil.

    "Come, Mas Irul .... Here, added the fried tempeh .... This is delicious temple. Kriuk-kriuk paduk." said Jamil who had taken fried tempeh.

    "Yes, Mas Jamil .... Thank you ..." replied Irul who also took fried tempeh commonly fried to dry like chips.

    "Enak, right ...? In Lasem there is no barren rice .... The vegetable docang .... Let's add more ..." said Jamil who certainly tried to give a good service to his guests. After all, Jamil was once indebted to that man who would deliver groceries to his family at all times. It was a memory in a difficult time.

    "Yes, Mas Jamil .... Thank you ..." said Irul on the sidelines to enjoy eating.

    "I went to the market yesterday looking for Mas Irul .... But he said Sampeyan had a holiday, his stall was not open .... That's why I left a letter to the neighbor of the kiosk Sampeyan ..." said Jamil who spoke on the sidelines of the meal.

    "Yes, Kang .... I can no longer afford to keep the stall .... Brother Babah Ho who controlled the stall was fierce. I am often angry .... Therefore, if I may, later I will be reunited with his boss Mas Jamil, I ask that you please be allowed to work in his place Mas Jamil only ...." said Irul who looks very hopeful for work at Jamil's place.

    "The work is everywhere heavy .... No good work .... You see for yourself, I was all dirty, it was because of work .... Are you willing to do hard work like me?" ask Jamil to investigate.

    "But the working atmosphere is also influential, Mas Jamil. Even though it is good to be angry, it is also uncomfortable. Although dirty if comfortable and familiar, it must feel better ..." said Irul.

    "Yes, Mas Jamil .... How's Juminem, Mas?" tanya Irul wants to know the state of Juminem.

    "All right .... He was at home, doing homework and taking care of his son." replied Jamil.

    "Mas Jamil has a child? How much, Mas ...?" ask Irul.

    "Yes, Melian is my son .... The son Cik Lan that I used to take care of was .... That, which you saw yesterday in the market ..." replied Jamil.

    "Thank God, Jamil .... The child is healthy and growing beautiful. I am happy, of course .." said Irul who would be happy.

    "Let's go home .... Melian wants to meet you ..." said Jamil who would want to meet Melian with Irul, a confidant of her crank.

    "Yes, Mas Jamil .... The important thing is that I get a job first ..." said Irul.

    "By the way, Irul already has a baby how much?" jamil asked to know.

    "Walah ..., what mom, Mas ...? The soul mate has not met, Mas ..." said Irul who apparently did not have a wife.

    "Waduh ..., this quote ..." suddenly Jamil said.

    "What coincidence, mas?" ask Irul curiously.

    "Yes, later .... The time will come .... Come on, let's go back to the factory .... He said he wanted to work" said Jamil who immediately invited Irul to return to work. Understandably in the factory still has a lot to complete the work.

    After paying, Jamil then returned to shake Irul to his factory. Arriving at the factory.

    "Mr Ika .... Please bring employee t-shirts .... Love it to Mas Irul, and immediately told to help Ma'am Sri, packing." said Jamil to Ika, who deals with various jobs up front.

    "Yes, sir .." replied Ika who immediately picked up the employee t-shirt for the newly arrived guest.

    "Follow Mother, Mas .... If you want to work here wear employee uniform t-shirts .... Later Ika Ma'am who takes you to your workplace. I'll be back at work" Jamil told Irul, who was told to follow the woman.

    Of course Irul is confused. Have not met the boss, have not submitted a proposal, not even an interview, if immediately given a t-shirt for work.

    "Mas, here's the shirt. Please change in the bathroom. I wait, I'll show you to his workplace" Ika told Irul.

    "Yes, Ma'am .... Thank you .... But I haven't met the boss yet, how come I've been told to work?" asked Irul who received the T-shirt from the shopkeeper's woman's hand.

    Ika smiled. Of course I want to laugh. It turned out to be together everywhere, but the person who will join the work did not know who the boss was. Ika did not answer the words of the man who was about thirty years old.

    Irul. He went straight into the bathroom to change his shirt. Of course, also urinate that has been detained for a long time.

    "Already, Ma'am ..." said Irul after changing shirts, and put his clothes in the bag that was left in the customer's living room.

    "Follow me, Mas .... His workplace is on the side. Helping Ma'am Sri do the packing" said the woman who continued to walk towards the packing room.

    "Yes, Mother .... The boss is out of town, huh, Ma'am?" said Irul who continued to follow the steps of the woman who delivered it.

    I still don't answer. Must have let the man find out for himself.

    "Mbak Sri .... This is a new friend .... Mas Irul, who wants to help packing ..." said Ika who showed Irul to his friend. And Ika went straight back to the front.

    "Yes .... Thanks, Ika .... Come on, here, Mas .... We work together ..." said Sister Sri who has been sitting busy packing manufactured goods into boxes that have the Milky Way stamp.

    "Yes, Buk .., uh .., Ms. Sri ..." said Irul who immediately took a short seat and sat next to Mbak Sri.

    "Call it, Sister Sri .... It sounds young .... Hehe .... Where's Irul from?" ask Sri Mba.

    "From Lasem, Ma'am ..." replied Irul, which is certainly still a bit awkward.

    "Ooo .... Far away?" sahut Mbak Sri's.

    "Yes .... For the sake of seeking sustenance ..." replied Irul.

    "No need to move .... Distant .... Just stay here" said Mbak Sri who tried to offer.

    "Not yet, later .... If you may know, who has a company where, Ma'am?" asked Irul who was still hesitant about working.

    "What has a company ...? Lha, who was with Mas Irul earlier .." replied Mbak Sri.

    "Mbak Ika's? Oo .... The one who owns this company turns out to be a beautiful young woman ..." said Irul.

    "Not .... Which went the same Sampeyan earlier ..." said Mbak Sri blamed Irul's guess.

    "Mas Jamil ...?!" ask Irul curiously.

    "Yes, right ...!" sahut Mbak Sri.

    "Huh ...?! That's right ...?!" Irul was less trusting.

    "Yes .... This Milky Way company belongs to Mr. Jamil .... You must get used to it, do not call Mas .., but call Mr. Jamil .... He owns this place of business ...!" said Sri Ma'am who taught Irul.

    "Huh ...?! Oh my goodness .... So, this all belongs to Mas, uh ..., Mr. Jamil ...?!" irul was confused. He did not expect that Jamil who he knew first, it turned out to have changed drastically. His house which the savages burned down, it turned out that his sustenance had been waged by a greater and immeasurable God. Surely Allah hears the prayers of the wronged.

    "It .... Don't bengong .... Let's help packing .... Later if it is not right can be scolded by Mr. Jamil ..." said Mbak Sri who saw Irul so dumbstruck.

    "Yes, Ma'am .." said Irul who immediately worked fast. Of course, this is the key to being successful. Hard work and never giving up. As has been done by Jamil, so it can be successful.