DRAGON CARVED JADE BRACELET
Chapter 107: A WALK

    Meanwhile, Melian along with Ivon and Vanda, together with High School children, walk by rickshaw, watching the fishing boats docked to the port of fish. Along the path of the Juwana river, which was traversed by the rickshaws that were boarded by the three of them, was crowded with ships leaning. The ships lined up tightly to fill the fringes along the Juwana river. There are hundreds of ships leaning on the riverbank. Beautiful and interesting. This was a rare sight for the three of them. Especially for Ivon and Vanda who had just witnessed the first row of parked ships. Unfortunately at that time there was no HP with advanced cameras. If it had existed, they would have had it many times.

    The rickshawman also added stories to the three of them. Of course they are more amazed to see the beautiful scenery. The story begins with the entry of merchant ships from China for the first time.

    "A long time ago, this river was very big, Nik ....Bigger than it is now .." said the rickshawman.

    "The native father is here?" ask the kids who ride the rickshaw.

    "Yes ..," The rickshawman said, "Well, this Juwana River .., its original name was Bengawan Silugonggo. The river is very large, used as a transportation route for large ships. Well, when the Chinese geger in Jakarta, or known as the Angke Tragedy, if the VOC calls it the term Chinezenmoord, people of Chinese descent on the run east of Java Island. Well, some of them enter Juwana. So they started trading, especially buying the agricultural products of the Pati community, to be traded in China. Finally, Juwana area became crowded. And many Chinese merchants settled in Juwana. Some build houses to stay, even set up a temple to pray."

    "Ooo, yes, sir ..." said the children who listened to the story.

    "Makanya in Juwana District, although the area is small, but many relics of Chinese buildings. Including his home this Nonik Melian .... Formerly called Kampung Naga, the inhabitants are mostly people of Chinese descent. But if the present times, already on mingling. All the tribes are there .... That's right, Nik Melian ...?" said the pedicab boy.

    "Yes, Sir .... Now the name is Kampung Prural ... All the tribes in Indonesia are there all." replied Melian.

    Without feeling, the rickshaw has arrived at the port of fish. The rickshaw man stopped his rickshaw. But not yet lifted the back, not ready to lower.

    "Nik ..., will you see or will you buy fish?" ask the Rickshaw.

    "We'll see, sir .." Melian replied.

    "Then I drop it off in the parking lot. Later to his TPI a little walk. I can't stop at the TPI, then be yelled at by people" said the rickshawman again.

    "No need to go down, sir .... It will smell fishy .... We just want to see from the top of the rickshaw, kok .... Slow down so I can see the fish ..." said Melian.

    Mr. Becak also complied. Then the pedal pedal is pedaled slowly. Sometimes even go on a whim. At least the passengers could see the people who were carrying fish from the ship being lowered and immediately brought to the auction place.

    "Well .., that's the fish that just got off the boat .... Look at that, there is a big one" said Mr. Becak who while directing to the fish basket bearers.

    "Wao ..., very big ...!" shouted Ivon who just knew a fish as big as a baby.

    "There is usually something bigger .... Some are as big as humans .... The weight can reach one quintal ..." said Pak Becak again.

    "God .... What fish is that, sir ...?" ask the astonished Vanda.

    "Yes assortment .... There are fish cob, snapper, even octopus everything ..." replied Mr. Becak.

    "Well, that's how there's a kid on carrying some kind of small basket, sir ...?" Ivon wants to know.

    "Whoa .... The children of the fishing village here .... Usually, they bring such containers to beg for fish on the fishermen. Later from the ship will be pelted with small fish. Usually by fishermen are considered cheap fish, so it is distributed to the child who begs it. It can be fried for food.

    "Waah .., fun yes, sir .... Can eat fish for free ..." said Vanda.

    "Yes already, sana ..., you go down to the fish .... Must have been given a sack .... Hahaha ..." Ivon's lead on Vanda.

    Satisfied to see the fishermen who lowered the baskets from the boat containing the fish, then the rickshaw back paddled. To continue the journey.

    "Just the bablas, keep turning, missed to the temple, yes sir .." said Melian gave directions.

    "Oo, so .... Yes, I am bablas .... Later through the temple continued bablas to the square, yes ..." said the rickshawman.

    "Father is not tired ...?" asked Melian who knew the approximate distance.

    "Lha, take a walk .... The meeting went to Juwana, Nik .... Let's see the state of Juwana .... Rarely do you have a picnic around like this ..." said the rickshawman.

    "Excite, Sir .... Please do as you can .... But later he went straight home, yes ..." said Melian.

    "OK, ready, Nik ..." replied the rickshawman who immediately ramped up his pedal, towards the temple.

    Arriving in front of the temple, the rickshaw paused for a moment.

    "You're coming down isn't ...?" ask the rickshawman to his passengers.

    "Down, right?" melian asked his friends.

    "No need to go down, sir .." said Melian to the rickshawman who drove her.

    "Yes .... It's an old temple. Built in the first time the Chinese entered Juwana .... It used to be very crowded with people, but now it is deserted. Most crowded later when Lunar ..." said Mr. Becak who knows the state of the temple.

    "If it's Chinese, many sir?" ask Ivon.

    "Yes .., many people on that prayer .... Whether it's barongsai entertainment. The kids are watching. Later if the fit there is Lunar, pedicab on here .... I will get angpao .... It's good for a week's fight." the rickshawman's story.

    "That means that these days are quiet, sir ...?" ask Vanda.

    "Whoa .... People are busy looking for money .... No one prayed in the temple ..." said Mr. Becak who immediately ramped up his pedicab. Down the asphalt road to the square.

    Just briefly. It didn't take long to get to the square. But the condition is the same. Slender.

    "Nah .., this is Juwana square. Unlike Simpang Lima in Semarang .... Sepi ..." said Mr. Becak who had arrived at the square.

    "Yes, that's fine, sir .... There are still people running around with each other." said Ivon.

    "It's the night ..." said Melian.

    "O, yes .... If the night many people sell, and many visitors who walk here ..." said the rickshawman.

    "Many copets too .... Hehehe ..." said Melian.

    "Yes .... If you walk here at night, be careful .... Copet always seizes opportunity in narrowness .... Once you see the crowd, the copet is always ready to run the action .... Haha ..." said Mr. Becak who was quite funny.

    "Yes, not here, sir .... In the market as well, in crowded places must also be so .... His name is copet .... We should be careful and vigilant ..." said Ivon.

    "Rubber, Nik .... If we are careful, store the wallet or money neatly in an unknown place copet .., yes ndak will be crooked .... This is we stop what not, Nik?" ask the rickshawman.

    "It doesn't matter, sir .... Go straight to the house ..." said Melian.

    "Not buying junk ...?" ask the rickshaw again.

    "No need ..., it has been bought Mak-e ..." Melian replied to confirm.

    "Ooo .., yes already .... I immediately tancap gas ..." said the rickshawman who immediately drove his pedicab, heading to Melian's house in Kampung Naga.

    In just a moment, the rickshaw had already entered Melian's courtyard. Ancient house with a large courtyard.

    "Hooop ..." said Melian giving a rickshaw.

    Then the pedicab attendant went down, and lifted up the back. So that the front of the rickshaw decreases, to make it easier for passengers to get down. Melian, Ivon and Vanda get off the rickshaw.

    "Later in the afternoon take another walk, ndak ...?" ask Mr. Becak.

    "Yes not, sir .... Later in the afternoon I have returned to Semarang ..." Melian replied while giving money for the rickshaw fare. Must be paid more. That's the goodness of Melian, so it is very well known by the pedicabonders and ojek and food vendors. Gracious and kind.

    "This is your house, Mel ...?" ask friends.

    "Yes .... It was here last night." Melian replied to her friends.

    "Yesampun .... Last night I couldn't see the shape of your home building, Mel .... It's dark we're here .." said the Vanda.

    "Indeed why? Kaget ...? Confused ...? Something's weird ...?" melian asked her friends who were dumbfounded to watch Melian's house.

    "It's an old house, Mel .... Your great-grandparents, yes ...?" ask Vanda again who is certainly surprised to see the ancient building.

    "Yes .... Therefore, Mr. Becak has told you that this Dragon Village was once the residence of the Chinese people .... But now it is common .., all tribes are here .... Only this house has not changed shape" Melian told friends.

    Two of Melian's friends were dumbfounded. With the Melian house building that is very thick with Chinese architecture, which is certainly comparable to the ancient buildings in the old city.

    "Eeeh ..., kok on bengong there .... Come on in ...!" suddenly Melian's mother came out, told them to go in.