DRAGON CARVED JADE BRACELET
Chapter 148: SACRIFICE OF LOVE

    "Hello, Mas Irul .... How's it going?" Ms Indra called Irul, from Semarang to Juwana. Saturday night, Sunday night. A night that should be enjoyed by both people who are kasmaran. At least like Ms Indra and Mas Irul.

    "Okay, Ms. Indra .... Ms. Indra is fine, isn't she ...?" answer Irul who received a phone call at the company.

    "Well, why Ms ...? Call me Dek, dong, Mas .... Cook called his girlfriend Cik ...?" protest Cik Indra, who is still called Cik by Arul.

    "It's getting used to it, Dek ..." said Irul who was more pleased that Indra was called Cik. Of course like the others, calling the beautiful Nonik used to use the greeting "Sik".

    "Yes .., it has to start changing, Mas ..." said Ms. Indra who wants to start a way of life for people who will live together.

    "Yes .... Slow down .... I have to adjust my habits." said Irul.

    "Mas Irul's .... Tomorrow Indra will go to Juwana .... I want to talk to Mas Irul directly. It's not good to use the phone, less freely and spend the pulse ..." said Cik Indra, who turned out to have turned off his phone.

    "Hello ..., Deck .... Hello, Ms ...! Haas .... It's turned off" said Irul who was disappointed, because the phone had been disconnected.

    This is what causes later Irul can not sleep. Last night he would think of Indra, who only said he wanted to go to Juwana. What was?

    Yes, indeed when talking using the phone is less free. Especially at that time, the name of the phone uses HP to contact people outside the city, very suck the pulse. It costs a lot to charge the credit, when preparing to call the interlocal network. And at that time, the sales of pulses were still rare, only in certain places and sometimes the place was quite far.

    Irul was also understood by the closure of Cik Indra's phone. It could be because the pulp is going to run out. Of course I can't continue the phone. If you want to return the phone using the office phone, it is not good, because the worry later the company will pay the phone is quite large. Love requires sacrifice. So said the wise men who interpreted the meaning of sacrifice in reaching his love.

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    That afternoon at the Milky Way Brass Craft Shop.

    "Assalamualaikum ..." a female voice greeted.

    Ma'am Ika who guarded the store and brass craft items produced by the Milky Way, immediately stood up and approached towards the front.

    "Monggos .... What to buy or order?" mama Ika asked the beautiful, white and narrow-eyed woman, who was wearing a cool private employee-style blezer outfit. Usually this will order craft items in large quantities for company needs or traded again. I term. Or if you will not cooperate.

    "Can I meet Mas Irul?" ask the woman standing in front of the display.

    Of course Ika is confused. Just this time there was a beautiful woman looking for Irul. What is the need for this woman to find Irul? Even though he was his close friend, who was nota bene was a spinster, rarely talked to Irul.

    "Mas Irul is leaving, please wait a minute, yes .." said Ma'am Ika to the beautiful woman.

    "If Mr. Jamil, is there ...?" ask the woman again.

    "What is the need ...?" ask Mama Ika.

    "There's a little problem that we're going to talk about with Mr. Jamil .." said the woman.

    "What problem, yeah ...?" ask Mbak Ika who would like to know what to talk about.

    "Just convey a little trouble." said the woman who still kept the problem a secret.

    "Oi .... Mr. Jamil is there .... Please enter first, please sit first inside .. " said Mbak Ika who immediately let the woman into the living room.

    Then Ma'am Ika went into the factory room, looking for Mr. Jamil who supervised his employees at the place of making craft items.

    "Sir Jamil .., there are guests who are looking ..." said Mbak Ika near his leadership who still controls it.

    "Who ...?" ask Jamil.

    "No idea, sir .... Chinese Women .... He said there was a problem to be conveyed to Mr. Jamil.

    Jamil didn't ask again. He immediately stepped up, to head to the living room. Will meet the woman referred by Mbak Ika earlier.

    And when he arrived at the living room, and saw the guests sitting there, of course Jamil was shocked.

    "Lhoh ..., Ms. Indra ...?!" exclaimed Jamil who did not expect that Ms. Indra that afternoon reached his office.

    "Yes, Mr. Jamil ..." said Ms. Indra who immediately greeted Jamil.

    "Cik Indra does not work ...? Keep the bank what if left here ...?" ask Jamil again who is certainly surprised, on a weekday to arrive elsewhere.

    "I have permission to come here, Mr. Jamil .... Want to meet Mas Irul and Pak Jamil ..." said Ms. Indra.

    "Crucial ...? What is so important ...?" ask Jamil who's trying to joke.

    "Mate is very important, Mr. Jamil .... Hehe ..." said Ms. Indra.

    Secretly, from the front shop Mabak Ika eavesdropped. I want to know what that woman is talking about. Especially curious, what was the relationship between the woman and Mas Irul. Maybe the woman was a bank employee, when the leader mentioned about the bank. If it's a bank employee, it could be going to collect Irul who has a debt in the bank. "Well, suck the Irul." so did Mother Ika's thinking.

    "Cik Indra .., this is Mas Irul picking up Melian home from school .... From school to home .... How about we wait for Mas Irul at my house only, in Kampung Naga. Later we will talk at home" said Jamil who took Cik Indra to his house.

    "Yes, Sir .... This was deliberately I took the bus down here so it's easy, sir .... And of course you can meet immediately" said Cik Indra.

    "Yes, let's go home ..." said Jamil who immediately stood with Ms. Indra.

    "Mr Ika .... I went home first .... Later if anyone nyari or want to meet asked to wait ..." message Jamil to his employees.

    "Yes, sir ..." of course Ma'am Ika immediately came out following, wanted to see and wanted to know who the real beautiful woman of Chinese descent.

    Jamil rode on a motorcycle, carrying Ms Indra, towards his home. Not long. Just for a moment, because it was a close distance. Even in the past when Jamil was still an employee at the company, leaving and returning home was always a walk.

    "Jm .... There's Ms Indra ...!" jamil said from outside the house, when he arrived.

    "Russia .... What news is this ...? Here, come in, sit here Ms. Indra .." said Juminem who opened the door and welcomed Ms. Indra's arrival.

    "Yes, Ma'am Jum .... This is deliberately coming, want to talk to Mr. Jamil and Mas Irul ..." replied Ms. Indra while still shaking hands long enough.

    "Hehe .... Yes, Ma'am Jum ...." Ms. Indra blushed in shame.

    "In the meantime, I'll make you a drink first ..." said Juminem, who went to the kitchen.

    "No lunch, Jum ...?" exclaim Jamil.

    "Later, Kang .... Wait for Melian with Mas Irul. Let us eat together ..." replied Juminem.

    "Oi .... If Ms. Indra is hungry, how about ...?" jamil said again.

    "No, Mr. Jamil .... Later, all ..." said Ms. Indra who was certainly embarrassed.

    But not long ago, there was a motor in the yard. Yes, Irul came to shake Melian.

    "Let's go down ..." Irul's voice told Melian to come down from the bonbar.

    "No way ..." Melian's voice apparently did not want to get off the bike.

    "Ee ..., get down ...! It's home ...!" said Irul again who clearly asked Melian to go down because it had reached home.

    "Wouldn't .... I don't want to ...!" Melian still did not want to go down, instead hugging tightly Irul's waist.

    Jamil who knew it came out. Of course want to tell his son, if there are guests waiting for Irul.

    "Maye .... Down dong .... This is you know, there is Miss Indra inside ..." said Jamil who told his son.

    "Huh ...?! Ms Indra ...?! That's right, Mr ...??" Melian immediately rushed down from the motor, and ran to the house.

    Ms. Indra came out of the living room, and went straight to the terrace. As soon as she saw Ms Indra, Melian immediately hugged her.

    "Mk Indra .... I miss the same Miss Indra ..." said Melian to Ms Indra, hugging the old.

    Indeed, after Melian was found, and last night slept with Ms Indra in Melian's room, after Ms Indra returned to Semarang, never to see her again. He never even spoke, even on the phone. Moreover, Melian has moved schools, and not to Semarang anymore. At that time, Melian's belongings that took Mas Irul while delivering Ms. Indra. Understandably, Melian did not want to meet her friends.

    "Wis ..., enter first .... Let's have lunch together ...." Juminem immediately led to the dining room.

    Ms. Indra greeted Mas Irul, of course with a happy smile. Want to hug, but understandably, they still maintain ethics. Unmarried.

    They also had lunch together. Of course while talking. Much is talked about. Especially Melian, who told me about her experience moving schools.

    "This is Ms Indra here ..., definitely want a wedding .... Hehehe ..." said Melian who teased Ms. Indra.

    Ms. Indra smiled, certainly shy cat. Not answering.

    "But ..., Ms. Indra in Semarang .... How about later? Would Mas Irul want to move to Semarang ...? No yes, Mas Irul .... Please ...." Melian began to show her efficacy to Irul again.

    "It's over, isn't it, eat it ...? Come on, let's move to the family seat ..., let's have a nice chat ..." invite Jamil.

    "Yes, Mr ...." Melian is the first. Of course I want to know what to talk about. Because it will definitely discuss the issue of marriage Cik Indra and Mas Irul.

    Finally, they sat together in the living room. And did discuss the issue of marriage plans between Cik Indra and Mas Irul. Of course Irul has been urged by his parents, to immediately hold a marriage.

    "Where, Mr. Jamil ...? I was confused ..." said Irul who certainly felt all confused.

    "Lha, Miss Indra how? Here, Irul's parents have invited a ghost .... How's it?" ask Jamil to Ms Indra.

    "Yes, Mr. Jamil .... Last night I called Mas Irul. That's why I'm here now, to discuss this matter. Actually, I just follow what the parents want .... Frankly I have no father, so I want to resign with Mr. Jamil and Mbak Juminem, to help me, as my parents" said Ms. Indra.

    "Yes already then .... Mas Irul tomorrow back to Lasem, say the same parents, when the plan to be held a wedding. I just follow it." Jamil tells Irul to bring up the marriage problem.

    "Jih, Sir ..." replied Irul.

    "Bring the bike alone, let it be quick and easy" Jamil advised Irul.

    "I follow ..." said Ms. Indra who certainly wants to have a conversation with Irul, well, the term is dating both.

    "Well, continue ..., who sent me who?" Melian immediately protested.

    "Let usher in Mas Tarno .." replied his father.

    Of course Melian immediately funny, a sign of dislike.

    "Lha does Ms Indra not work ...?" ask Jamil who is certainly a bit confused.

    "Emmm ..., anu, sir .... Emm ...." Indra was confused to explain.

    "What's up ...?" ask Jamil again who is getting confused.

    "I resigned, Mr. .." replied Ms. Indra.

    "What is that ...?" Juminem doesn't know what it means. Jamil also gawked.

    "Out of job, Ma'am .... For the sake of going with Mas Irul ...."

    "Huh ...?! Exit ...?! The bank employee is out ..., is not the money eman ...?" Juminem was shocked to hear that Ms Indra would quit her job as a bank clerk.

    "For the sake of family, Ma'am .... It is not good if I am in Semarang, while Mas Irul is elsewhere. Make the wedding separate. Love requires sacrifice. So said the wise people who interpret the meaning of sacrifice in reaching love, Mbak Jum ..." explained Ms. Indra.

    Of course not only Juminem was shocked. But Jamil is also confused. Even Irul waltzed when he heard his lover's decision. Does love really need sacrifice? Should women give up? Though Cik Indra is clearly established. Must have lost a big paycheck.