DRAGON CARVED JADE BRACELET
Chapter 106: HAPPY WEEK

    It was still too early to wake up, but Ms Indra was already up and out of the room. Of course, go straight to the restroom. There were two small rooms lined up, but one of the doors was closed and the lights inside were on. It means someone is using. Then Ms. Indra went into the other bathroom. Of course to release the burden in his stomach, and of course while humming.

    When it was finished, Ms. Indra came out. The bathroom next to her was empty. The door's open and he's dead. There's no one else.

    "Who went to the bathroom ...?" ask Ms Indra inwardly.

    "Most Mas Irul ..." Inner Ms. Indra answered her own question.

    For some reason, suddenly Ms. Indra wanted to find out, who was the barada in the bathroom. Really Irul? Then his footsteps were already swayed towards the front room. At least the guest room that Irul said last night will sleep there. Who knew Irul was up and still sitting in the living room. He immediately looked at the living room. But apparently Irul was no longer there. The room was empty, no one. Only the light of morning began to light up the room.

    "Where is Mas Irul?" Ms. Indra asked herself.

    After a moment of looking to the left right, he saw a bright light coming in. Light from outside the house passing through an open door. Yes, the door that is often used and then the employees. The door he passed last night to enter.

    "Maybe Mas Irul is already outside ..." thought Ms. Indra.

    For some reason, Ms. Indra's feet know they have stepped to bring her body to the open door earlier. And he exited the space across that door. Must have been looking for Mas Irul.

    Is correct. Ms. Indra finally found Mas Irul. It turned out that Mas Irul was sweeping the company page. Of course to look clean.

    "Morning, Mas Irul .... Oh my goodness, so diligent .... Here I help" said Ms. Indra who immediately approached Irul and asked for a broom she held.

    "No need, Ms .... This is my job .... Cook guest kok nyapu .... Later his hands scuffed ...." Irul tries to avoid not being helped.

    "Ndak papa .... I'm used to nyapu, kok ..." said Ms. Indra who had tried to ask for a broom from Irul's hand.

    "Geez, Miss .... Don't ..." reject Irul who feels bad.

    "Ndak papa ...." Ms. Indra is still trying to ask for her broom.

    Finally, Cik Indra's hand was already holding Mas Irul's hand, as they scrambled over the broom. Irul who was confused so dumbfounded to look at the face of Ms. Indra. But Ms Indra who felt successful asking for the broom, she also looked at Irul with a sweet smile.

    Whether there is anything, finally two people of the opposite sex, the virgin and the virgin are both looking at each other that hints there are waves of strange feelings. For quite a long time the gaze of two people who like statues with hands holding each other's broom handles.

    "Mas Irul ...!" suddenly a surprising call was heard.

    "Yes, Melian .... I am here ...!" replied Irul who immediately released the broom handle held by Cik Indra.

    But apparently, at the same time, Ms. Indra who also heard the call also took off the handle of her broom. Of course the broom fell on the floor of the plastered court.

    "Class ...!" the sound of a broom handle falling on the floor.

    "Lho, the broom was thrown ..." said Melian who suddenly was beside Irul and Cik Indra.

    "Hehe .... Apart from being shocked ..." said Ms. Indra who felt she had let go of the broom.

    "Yesampun .... So Miss Indra's sweeping?" asked Melian again, who certainly would not allow the pox was swept in his father's factory.

    "Not .... I'm the one sweeping, really. Ms. Indra just borrowed for a while." said Irul helped answer.

    "Why do you call Mas Irul?" ask Ms. Indra who has calmed down again, it is not wrong.

    "You want to ask, it's a soto kemiri stall in front instead of what time? For our breakfast" Melian said.

    "At least a minute .... Do you want soto breakfast? Later when I open it I order." replied Irul who was ready to order.

    "I'm coming ...!" spontaneously Ms. Indra was eager to join the message, of course because of Irul.

    "Iih .., Ms. Indra .... Want to follow Mas Irul alone ..." said Melian who mocked.

    "No, yes .... I just want to see what kind of kemiri soto .... Hehe ..." said Indra while nyenges.

    Melian shut up, and went back in. Apparently he knew that Ms. Indra began to approach with Mas Irul. He doesn't want to disturb. Let there be a girl who approaches Mas Irul. Poor old man not married. Who knows this is his soul mate. At least let Mas Irul feel how close to the girl.

    True as said by Irul, if the soto kemiri stall in front of his factory, which is a subscription to his employer and also his friends, especially Melian, now the door is opened.

    "Sorry, Ms. .., I'm going to that soto shop first .... Want to order breakfast for her friends Melian" said Mas Irul who was very polite to Ms. Indra.

    "I follow ...." said Cik Indra heat-up, even already holding the arm of Mas Irul.

    Inevitably, then Irul must walk hand in hand with Ms. Indra. Especially when crossing the road. Although the road is still quiet, there are not many motorcycles, but it is an opportunity to hold a hand, with the reason for the safety of crossing the road.

    "Uwih ..., Mas Irul already wants a wedding, yes ...?" not yet entered the stall, still at the door, bakul soto kemiri was already questioning Irul rather seductively.

    "Yes, Mom ..." suddenly the answer came from the woman who was still holding Irul's hand.

    I was surprised by that answer.

    "Walaaaah, Mas Irul .... Cuantiknya not because of this prospective wife Mas Irul ..." said the soto seller symbok again.

    "It's Melian's friends, yeah .... The school in Semarang it .... Here I come to order soto for breakfast Melian with her friends ...! Just something ...!" sahut Irul brushed off the soto bakul's words. Of course Irul while trying to take off the hand of Ms Indra. But apparently Ms Indra did not want to let go. Still holding Irul's arm, for some reason.

    "Ooo .... Ms. Melian came home, to .... When?" ask the basket.

    "Yesterday afternoon .... The same friends ..." said Irul, who still trying to take Cik Indra's hand off his arm. But many times released, Ms. Indra has grasped again.

    "Walah .., Juminem must be seneng iki .... I'm kok early in the morning already want to pesen soto?" ask the basket.

    "This same Melian her friends sleep here all .... In the house of Kampung Naga his room is lacking." replied Irul.

    "Ooo ..., the gasik pantesan once .... How much sotonya is this? Add any side dishes? What's the usual Miss Melian?" ask bakulnya.

    "Soto four .... It was complete for four people, as usual Melian liked." replied Irul who was certainly confused.

    "Wear the same hunker crab .... Same fried tempeh bergedel .... Drink what?" said bakul soto again.

    "Tea warm .... Later if you want ice, let's take it in the refrigerator." said Irul.

    "OK, ready .... Let it be delivered .... This is the problem while arranging first ..." said the soto bakul.

    "Aggih, maturnuwun .... Then tell him to take it directly to the back, on the kitchen table, yes .... I stay ..." said Irul ordering an introduction.

    "Okay, Mas Irul .... Take it easy ..." said the basket which is still busy preparing his merchandise.

    Irul crossed back. Of course Ms Indra hugged Mas Irul's arm again. He said it was for safety when crossing the street. But for Irul, he was embarrassed when his arm was held by a very beautiful girl, which was certainly very far from his imagination. Like a pungguk misses the moon.

    "Uwih ..., uwih ..., uwih .... Ms. Indra was happy to join Mas Irul ..." ridiculed her boarding friends who had already woken up and were in front of her father's store Melian.

    Of course Miss Indra was shocked and immediately released her hand grip on Irul's arm.

    "Eh, this was I was afraid to cross, yes ..." said Ms. Indra.

    "Ehm .... Road people are deserted no vehicles are afraid to cross. In Semarang there are many vehicles, but not afraid to cross ..." ledek his friends.

    Of course, Ms. Indra's cheeks immediately blushed red from embarrassment. But again, because Ms. Indra is an adult, even has worked, then she is good at finding excuses. There are reasons that are made. But of course, his heart could not be denied, somehow suddenly there was a strange sense about him with Mas Irul.

    "Later will be delivered .... I told her to go to the kitchen" said Irul who immediately left the place, wanting to clean up another place.

    "Thank you, yes .., Mas Irul-ku Darling ..." ledek Melian while glancing at Ms. Indra.

    And a moment later, a woman with a rather old man who delivered soto had already come. Sure brought enough orders to eat four people. One tray carried which women contain four bowls of soto complete there soy sauce, sambal and sliced orange pecel. While the men brought a tray of side dishes along with drinks.

    "I deliver to the kitchen yes, Ms. ..." said the introduction, who has been used to serve Melian and her father's employees. Sometimes they even invite their guests.

    "Yes, Yu .... Thank you ..." said Melian, who of course immediately invited her friends to come to the kitchen.

    Then, they immediately enjoy the hot soto, along with the side dishes in Semarang certainly do not exist.

    "The photo is strange, yes .... Not like soto in Semarang ..." chirped Ivon.

    "It's called soto kemiri .... Sotonya use candlenut and there are food. This is a typical Pati soto. Yummy, right ...?" melian was obviously with her friends.

    "Yes, it's delicious .... Does the side dish use a model like this?" ask Vanda.

    "yeah .... It's dried fried tempeh, so it's like chips. If it's called a chicken .... It's fun that the nitile of the bones. Tastes good. Try ..." said Melian who immediately handed the side dishes to her friend.

    "Later out of breakfast we go for a walk, yes ..." said Melian who invited her friends.

    "Where?" ask Vanda to know.

    "We're going to TPI, the fish port of Juwana .... Later we can see the fishing boats that docked and lowered the fish catch." explained Melian who of course so that his friend is interested.

    "Ashik ..." said Ivon.

    "I did not come, yes ..." Suddenly Ms. Indra was not interested in traveling.

    "Yes .... This is the school boy's special walk .... Those who have worked do not have to come, there is no lesson. Hehe ..." said Melian who already knows the purpose and purpose of Ms. Indra. Especially if you don't want to talk to Mas Irul.

    "Melian ...!" his mother's voice called out, and went straight into the kitchen. "Well, was it at breakfast to this? Tiwas Mak-e brought stew rice ...." Melian's mother immediately opened a plastic bag of crackles containing a bundle of rice stew, which was originally for breakfast for her son and Melian's friends.

    "Ndak papa, Mommy .... Here for those who want to add ..." said Melian who immediately opened the package.

    "How was he sleeping last night?" ask Juminem to his son's friends.

    "Yes, Madam .... Wake up already the sun ..." said friends Melian.

    "Well, in a village where things are like this .... Unlike in Semarang, which is crowded continue ..." said Juminem tells the situation of Juwana is quiet.

    "But I'm happy, ma'am .... The place is comfortable and quiet ..." said Cik Indra who is good at pleasantries.

    "Where are you going? Wanna take a walk, won't you ...?" ask Melian's mother.

    "You to TPI, Mak .... Watch the fishermen take down the fish. Just look at the ships that are anchored." replied Melian.

    "Ee, if you want to go to the port, yes leave immediately .... Mumpung is still morning, ships on arrival .... The fish will be gone by a little later." tell his mother.

    "Yes, Mommy .... Here we leave soon. Except for Ms Indra who does not want to come .... Please be supervised later, Mom .... Hehe ..." said Melian while mocking Ms. Indra.

    "Uuh, basic ...!" Ms. Indra immediately pinched Melian.

    The three of them, Melian, Ivon and Vanda, set off on a rickshaw ride. One rickshaw on three. No problem, the child is still small. Pak becak also understood. The road is close and the road is flat. So it's not heavy. The rickshaw went straight to TPI port.

    Meanwhile, Ms. Indra who did not come, can talk with her mother Melian. And no less important, he pretended he could help Mas Irul clean up.

    "Cik .., no need to help clean up .... Later even dirty you know.." forbid Juminem on Ms Indra.

    "It's okay, Ms. ... rather than bengong ..." said Ms. Indra.

    "Let's cleaned Mas Irul .... It's normal, ..." said Juminem again.

    "Indeed that Mas Irul is still a brother with Mom?" ask Ms Indra who wants to know about Irul.

    "No. His house is far away. In the past, Mas Irul was Babah Ho's employee .... Melian's Engkong. He was the one who often delivered sembako to the house, especially sending milk to Melian. Understandably from the little Melian had no parents. While I'm the same Kang Jamil it's just a laborer. And when I took care of Melian, I automatically didn't work anymore. So yes, wait for the delivery of groceries from Mas Irul" recalled Juminem who told Cik Indra.

    "Indeed Melian's mother died when Melian was a baby, huh?" ask Ms. Indra who already knows the condition of Melian from Mas Irul last night.

    "Yes .... Poor Melian that. Lucky his son is good, and accepts what he is. Never protesting and helping. In the past when elementary school and Junior High School, many of his friends played home. Familiar all .... Melian did not want to distinguish skin color. His father was called the black Chinese. Hehe ..." Juminem explained.

    "Mas Irul is not married, Mom ...?" ask Cik Indra who would also want to look at Irul.

    "Don't know it .... She was too old to not get married. He said fear ..." Juminem said.

    "Fear what?" ask Ms. Indra curious.

    "Ndak know .... I dare not. He was familiar with Melian. Just try it later asked Melian." replied Juminem who did not want to interfere in other people's affairs.

    Then Juminem went to the back again, arranging the breakfast place. And certainly arrange the goods owned soto stalls, so as not to be mistaken with spoons, plates and bowls of his own kitchen.

    Ms. Indra was already outside. Of course again want to help Mas Irul who is still cleaning the page. Routine work done by Irul every morning.

    "Mas Irul's .... Breakfast first ..., there was stewed rice on the kitchen table" said Juminem who approached Irul in the courtyard.

    "Consider, Madam .... Thank you." said Irul while bowing his body.

    "I went home first .... Please close the gate again" said Juminem, who said goodbye, and immediately boarded the rickshaw that was driving him.

    "Excuse me, ma'am .." said Irul who immediately stepped close the gate. On Sunday the factory and shop were closed.

    "Mas Irul .., there is breakfast first ..." said Ms. Indra told Mas Irul to have breakfast.

    "Yes, thank you .." replied Irul.

    "Come, breakfast first .... Yuk I accompany ..." take Ms Indra again. Irul's hand was taken in by invited in.

    "Yes .., yes ..." finally Irul was defeated by the hand of Ms Indra who forced himself.

    This time, Mas Irul had breakfast with a beautiful angel. Of course Irul is very clumsy and a bit uncomfortable. Moreover, Ms. Indra sat in a mepet chair with Mas Irul. Plus Cik Indra picked up the side dish and put it on Irul's plate. Of course, Irul is groggy.

    "Cik .., I can take it myself ..." said Irul.

    "Grandfather .... I want to serve Mas Irul kok .... What do you want to make drinking?" sahut Cik Indra who somehow, suddenly like already very familiar with Irul.

    "Yesampun, Ms .... No need .... Later I can take it myself ..." again Irul became very misbehaved.

    Although Irul refused, but Ms. Indra still stood up and stepped towards the refrigerator, taking a glass of cold water. It was placed near the plate of Mas Irul. Again, Ms. Indra sat next to Irul, looking at and closely watching the man who was having breakfast. He smiled to see that. It was as if there was happiness in itself when he could wait and watch the newly known man enjoying breakfast.

    Ms Indra herself wondered, why did she become like that? what is the real magnet in Mas Irul? Is it true that the vibration of love appears suddenly. Though Cik Indra does not know who Irul, where his home, what his job. But I don't know, this time Ms Indra can feel being a weak human being with a cradle of love. Even at this moment, his heart could feel both happy and cheerful.

    "When will Mas Irul go back to Lasem? I want to come ..." asked Ms. Indra while looking at the man's face with a heart-piercing smile.