DRAGON CARVED JADE BRACELET
Chapter 103: MUDIK

    For over a month and a half, Melian had never been home. There is a taste of kangen with his mother's cooking. Kangen also with Mbak Ika who is always invited to chat. I want him to go back to the village. Especially after a disagreement with Mei Jing, a schoolmate who was already very familiar with her, and actually insulted her mother. Of course Melian was very confused with her mother who was ridiculed by her friend.

    "Tomorrow Saturday, go home to school, I'm going to Juwana .... Who wants to come ...?!" melian said to the hostel friends, during dinner together in the dining room.

    "I want to ...."

    "I'm coming ...."

    "I also want to ...!"

    Of course his friends who had never gone to Pati City, they wanted to know. And of course want to join Melian, go to Juwana. Especially Vanda, who was curious to know Melian's house.

    "But don't be surprised .... Juwana the air is quite hot, understandably in the coastal area" said Melian who told the condition of the area.

    "Distant, no ...?" ask the others.

    "Morocco .... But later take the bus majoring Semarang - Surabaya, immediately sleep. It doesn't feel ..." Melian replied.

    "Lhoh ..., why sleep ...? We'll want it while looking at the left-right view .... We have never been to Juwana .." said Ivon, his upperclassman who would have been more curious.

    "Yes .... Take the Surabaya bus .... Comfortable and fast. Not stopping haphazardly. At most it will stop at Demak, Kudus, and Pati .... Already ..., until." said Melian gave a picture.

    "Dik, I follow ya ..." said Cik Indra suddenly, who apparently also knew the Juwana area.

    "Yes, Ms .... I am happy that Ms Indra will come with us." said Melian who was very excited.

    "There's a banding, no ...?" ask Ms. Indra, of course want to buy souvenirs typical of Juwana.

    "There, many .... Tomorrow we go to the pond, eat a mud-burning bandage ..." Melian said.

    "Ashik ..." said another who also must be happy.

    "What is a mud-burning band?" asked Ms Indra curiously, only this time she heard it.

    "That .., the new banding is taken from the pond, then wrapped in pond mud, clay, then burned with wood fire. It feels good ..." explains Melian who is often bought by her mother.

    "Iih ..., make drool .... I want .... Tomorrow please bring, yes ..." said another.

    "If remainder .... Hehe ..." said Ms. Indra.

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    The day is late. The sun was already beginning to lean towards the western sky. Terboyo Terminal, Semarang bus terminal in Kaligawe area, is already crowded by people who will take the bus. Understand saturday. The workers who are moving forward it's time to go home. Similarly, people who spend from the area, usually on weekends they return home to see family. So every Saturday afternoon, buses are full of travelers. And tomorrow, Monday morning, the crowded dressing is crowded with people who are going to work to the city. It's a habit that happens in the terminal.

    Melian with Ivon, Vanda and Ms Indra, these beautiful girls queue up for the bus. But for four beautiful women with white skin and narrow-eyed, it is not too difficult to get a place on the bus. Because, Melian immediately took a bus headed to Surabaya, which only wanted to drop off passengers after Kudus. Passengers who will descend on Demak or Kudus must not board. Even if you want to go up, the cost pays until Surabaya. Of course, the passengers who were close to the descent, did not want to take the bus.

    "Surabaya ..., Surabaya ....!" shouted the conductor offered.

    Melian immediately invited her friends to take the Indonesia Raya bus. The four girls came straight in. As soon as he entered, the conductor immediately asked, "Where down?"

    "Juwana ..." said Melian who kept coming in looking for a seat, four lined up.

    "Non economy, yes ...!" the conductor said again.

    "Yes .... Later stop in front of Kuningan Milky Way, yes .." said Melian told the conductor.

    Soon the Indonesian bus was full. The bus continued to leave, leaving the terminal, along the pantura road. The four of them sat on the left side. Melian and Ms Indra sat together in the front seat, while Ivon and Vanda sat behind her.

    Yes, to witness the scenery on the side of the road, most comfortable indeed sitting in front or left side. The four of them certainly want to enjoy the heaters along the road. Understandably, besides Melian, three friends had never gone through the pantura road.

    "Iih ..., that's weird ...? Hihih ...." Vanda clapped Ivon's hand, showing something to his friend.

    "Apaan ...?" ask Ivon.

    "That ..., tuh .... That's on the river .... Hehehe ...." Vanda showing.

    "Yes, slob .... Basic son of mind ngeres ...!" Ivon who knows how to grumble.

    "What's wrong ...? How on the storm ...?" Ms. Indra was curious.

    "Nih, slovenly child ....!" sahut Ivon's.

    Yeah, Vanda showed Ivon that there's a bath in the river. That's a normal thing. The view of the afternoon or morning along the Demak pantura, the river on the left right of the road is still used by residents or residents as a place for MCK, bathing, washing and latrines. And by then, it was already afternoon. Sure, a lot of people are taking a shower. It makes Vanda so amused to see it. And when shown to Ivon, it must be irritated, though it may also be curious.

    After Ms. Indra knew what the two people in the storm meant, she also joked, "That's the Mekong River ..." said Ms. Indra.

    "Mekong River ...?!" the two girls were confused by what Cik Indra meant.

    "Yes .... Showing Ass .... Hahaha ..." it turns out that Ms. Indra can also gojek.

    "Oh .... Ms Indra ...!" the two serious children had been bullied by his pox.

    They also returned to see the view. It finally crossed the middle of Demak City.

    "In the near future we will arrive at the Demak Mosque, which was built by the ancient guardians ..." said Melian who understood when going across the Demak square. At that time the bus outside the city can still enter the city, passing the Great Mosque of Demak.

    "Mana ..., where ..., where ...?" ask friends.

    "A little while more .... Look at the left ..." said Melian.

    "That's in the history book, yeah ...?" ask Ivon and Vanda.

    "Yes, right .... The history of the nation, the time of the spread of Islam in the land of Java initiated by Wali Songo. Demak Mosque was built by Wali Songo." explained Melian.

    "Nah .., that's it ..." said Ms. Indra while showing the mosque building on the left side of the road.

    "Russia .... It's an ancient building, yes .... The one that Wali Songo built? Very good ..." said Vanda who was amazed.

    "Where is the palace? There used to be a Kingdom of Demak." asked Ivon.

    "Well, if that I don't know yet .... Because there is no tourism object." Melian answered frankly, because it is until now there has been no tour to the Demak Palace. I don't know where his former kingdom is.

    "If this is what?" ask Ivon again.

    Indonesia Raya bus continues to go at high speed. The small minibuses that were only between terminals were overtaken many times. A sign that the bus headed Surabaya is very fast. Moreover, do not drop passengers along the journey between Semarang - Demak. At most just raising a few passengers while at the Demak terminal, it was also very fast. So do not be surprised if the inter-city bus between provinces is known as a fast bus. On the windshield of the driver there is a writing of a fast bus, AC non-economic.

    Even in Kudus terminal, Indonesia Raya bus also does not drop passengers. Surely no one dared to go up if it came down Kudus, because the payment must be the same as the one to Surabaya. Only raise two passengers, so the seat is less. Lucky passenger is a handsome adult male.

    "To the middle first .... Later in Juwana there is a down ..." said the conductor who told the passengers who stood earlier to advance to the middle. Sure while narik fare.

    The two passengers according to. Then reach into the wallet to take money to pay.

    "Where down?" ask conductor.

    "Tuban." answered the two passengers.

    "Stake on ....!" the conductor said, as the driver overtook several cars.

    Surely the vehicle will succumb if it will be overtaken by a bus outside this city. Because the fear of crashing or clawing loudly and sometimes bullied by the kernet or conductor. Especially motorcycles or bicycles. Because the wind alone can blur blown his blow. This is what the driver sometimes does not realize, which will result in a fatal accident.

    "Well, this has already started to enter Pati City" Melian said to her friends.

    "It's close, yeah ...?" ask friend.

    "Still good ..... That's the kitchen, there's the inscription Pati Bumi Mina Tani ..." said Melian while showing the entrance gate of the city.

    "What does that mean, Mel ...?" ask friend.

    "Said my Junior High School teacher at that time, he said it means that Pati is a fish-producing and agricultural area. Mina means fish, peasant means farm. So in the city of Pati there is the largest nut factory in Indonesia, because the people who grow many nuts" explained Melian.

    "O, yes ..., yes .... It's even its nut products have been exported abroad." said his friend.

    The bus did not enter the terminal. Bablas leaves Pati City. And of course soon it will reach Juwana.

    "Juwana .., Juwana ..., Juwana .... Be prepared ...!" the conductor told the passengers.

    "Come, we get ready ..." take Melain to his friends.

    "here, Ms .... Closer to the door ..." said the conductor, holding his passenger's hand to prepare for the door, to rush down.

    The bus stops close to the Milky Way brass craft shop. The four of them, Melian and her friends got off the bus. Of course it was very crowded, because the bus conductor told me to hurry, and the bus immediately drove back.

    Only about one and a half hours, Indonesia Raya bus that departs from Semarang has arrived in Juwana. Time is not yet so late afternoon. The brass craft factory and shop just closed. Understandably, it's four o'clock more. But the gate and the small door to the inner room have not been closed, there are still many employees who have not returned home. Including Jamil, the factory owner.

    "Melian ....!!" shouted Mbak Ika who came out of the closed shop room, shocked to see Melian coming. Ika hugged Melian.

    "Mbak Ika ..." said Melian who of course also kengen with his father's officer.

    "Sir ...!!! Melian is home ...!!" It's the same with his friends ...!" said Ika who certainly told her leader.

    "Where ...?!" sahut Jamil ran out.

    "Sir ....!!" Melian immediately hit her head and hugged her father.

    "Melian ....! Piye, Nduk ...? Sehat kumur ...? Want to see opo iki?" jamil said that of course he also misses his son.

    "Business, Mr-e .... This ..., same friends Melian one host, you come to Juwana. Want to know our house ..." Melian replied while showing her friends who were still standing there. And then Melian's friends greeted Jamil and some of the employees who were still there. Especially to Mama Ika.

    "Yo wis, come .... His friends were invited in first. Later to the house together, let Mak-e be shocked .... Hehehe ..." said Jamil who immediately told his son to take his friend to sit inside. Of course ask help Ma'am Ika to get a drink.

    "Come, come in here .... This is my father's place of business .." said Melian invite his friends in.

    "Mas Tarno ...! do not go home first .... Please Melian and her friends will be escorted to the house ..." Jamil told the driver.

    "Excite, Sir .... Now?" ask Tarno.

    "Sepent .... Let's drink first ..." replied Jamil.

    "No need to transfer Mas Tarno .... We will take the rickshaw .... Let's be more fun" said Melian who was not interested in being escorted by Mas Tarno.

    "Use a new car, Ms. Mel .." said Mas Tarno.

    "Huh ...?! There's a new car ...?" Melian surprised.

    "That, Ms. Mel .... The license plate is still white .." said Mas Tarno as he showed his new car to Melian.

    Melian also followed Mas Tarno, wanting to see the new car he said.

    "Russia .... Whose car is this, Mas Tarno ...?" ask Melian.

    "Yes, Mr. Jamil's car, is .." said the driver who was certainly a bit of a show off.

    "Ashiiik .... But we want to ride a rickshaw, while traveling around the city. Want to look around ..." replied Melian who still wanted to invite her friend to ride a rickshaw.

    And right, after a while of rest, drinking tea bottles, and already on to the restroom, Melian took her friends on a rickshaw. The main purpose is to return home in Kampung Naga. But he wants all of you to take his friends around to see the beauty of Juwana City at night.

    His father went home first. Of course will tell Juminem to be ready to provide treats for his son who came home with his friends.

    After traveling around, Melian asked the rickshawman who delivered himself and his friends to go home in Naga Village. The rickshawman already knew and knew Melian. Because every day in front of his father's shop.

    Of course Melian friends are happy to have been invited around, even to the mouth of the river that is used as a backrest of fishing boats. If the morning must be more crowded, because the fishing boats pull over lower the catch of fish. Hearing that story, surely his friends are interested to see tomorrow morning.

    This time, the rickshaw had already reached Melian's courtyard. Lowering the passengers who have been driven around to see the beauty of the small town of Juwana.

    "Melian ...!!" his mother shouted, knowing that his son was coming home.

    "Mrs ...!!" Melian also shouted and immediately hugged her mother, because of her kangen sense.

    His friends watched the mother and son embrace it. There is a sense of wonder for them. Melian's mother and father were not Chinese. There is not the slightest scratch that characterizes Melian's parents are of Chinese descent. Then Ivon and Vanda must be a little confused. What might Mei Jing be accusing was true.

    Unlike Ms Indra who has met her father and mother Melian. It is not of Chinese descent. But that's none of his business. God is almighty. Anything can be created by the power of God. It is not good to be debated, disputed, or even to be used as a matter of contention.

    "Come, come in .... Here, come .... This is Melian's house ..." said Jamil who asked Melian's friends to enter the house.