DRAGON CARVED JADE BRACELET
Chapter 125: EVENTS AT THE FUNERAL HOME

    That night, Jonatan's friends from National High School, at a gathering to serve Jonatan at the funeral home. Of course the atmosphere of grief is very clear from the Jonatan family. His mother was crying constantly. Moreover, every time there are high school children, Jonatan's friends who come. Must be sobs it's getting. Of course his mother remembered his son who died tragically. Strangely enough to be alone without any of his friends knowing.

   So Jonatan's friends always take turns to come to the funeral home, to provide comfort to Jonatan's family. At least, they accompanied the father, mother and sister who were certainly very lost.

   Like that night, there were about seven students from National High School, coming to the funeral home, where Jonatan was buried. There were five boys and two girls. After praying on the side of the coffin that had been closed, because the family and the coroner wanted Jonatan's broken face not to be shown, they immediately sat lined up into one. To be more comfortable sitting near your friends.

    Yes, indeed Jonatan's face or head, when he fell, his head hit a rock in the ravine, until the helmet worn split and of course resulted in his head hit by a rock. It is natural that the death care foundation asks the family to hold the coffin closed, because it is not possible to apply makeup. And it is feared that it will scare people to see. So horrified. It is very less ethical for mourners to see.

    Jonatan's classmates who that night came to the funeral home, sat in the back seat, facing the coffin. They tell each other stories. Of course, discussing the problem of the accident experienced by Jonatan.

    "Did that Jonatan go to the bandungan alone?" ask a friend who opened the conversation.

    "Yes, yeah .... Cook to Bandungan alone .... No way, it is ..." said the others.

    "The time was still close to Mei Jing, everywhere must have been the same Mei Jing .... But now that Mei Jing is out, who is the same?" ask the others.

    "Maybe you know, Lan ...? Whose close friend?" ask one of the other friends of the girl.

    "Eh ..., it used to be close to the class I D. .., is that true?" other sahut.

    "Child I D, who?" other friends are surprised.

    "Say approached Melian." said the woman's friend.

    "Th ...! Can be brushed the same Melian .... Jonatan had once been beaten Melan to fall on the floor, kok ..." said the other woman.

    "Yes, right .... It would be impossible, if Melian. Jonatan thought twice .... Afraid of being hit again. Hehe ..." the man's friend was grumpy, remembering he had also been hit by Melian, just like Jonatan.

    "The girl is fierce, yes ...?!" ask another friend, who would want to know about Melian's ferocity.

    "Yes, if you feel the blow, just try .... I have felt it before .... Hehe ..." said the male friend who had been beaten.

    "Sstttt .......! Let's see .... That ..., the mourners who came .... That, which stands on the side of Jonatan's coffin .... Isn't that Melian ...???" one of the seven children of class I B pointed towards the people who stood up to pray for the body.

    "Which ...?!" his friends asked, which of course his gaze of vision went straight towards the people who stood praying on the edge of the coffin.

    "That ...! It was, who was standing at the end of the chest, near the photo" said his friend who was looking, pointing towards the person in question.

    "Where, anyway ...?! There is no yes ..." said some of his friends who immediately observed, but did not see the class I D student named Melian.

    "That, you know ...! Next to the aunt who prayed wearing purple clothes ..." the friend who said to see it still menguele.

    "Ah .., no .... Ngacau you ...!" his friend who still did not see also denied, if in the people who came to give the prayer there was no Melian.

    Feeling distrusted by his friends, and wanting to show that he was not lying, the boy immediately stood up and stepped up, wanting to approach Melian. Of course, later will be invited to sit with his friends, so that his friends who do not believe had become convinced. Understandably where they sit is quite far, from the back end to reach the coffin. Not to mention because many mourners who came and went in and out of the suffering room, it must have caused everyone who came could not be observed perfectly or clearly. So to convince his friends, the boy would take Melian to sit with him.

    But not yet near the coffin, the girl who prayed near the photo of Jonatan, whom his friend considered to be Melian earlier, had left the coffin, stepped out of the mourning room.

    Class I B's son who was trying to meet earlier rushed out, wanting to see Melian. But once outside the funeral home, Melian was no longer there. Melian is gone.

    "Melian ...!! Melian ...!!" the boy shouted to Melian. But there was no answer, meaning Melian was no longer there.

    "Ah ..., where was the child ...?! How quickly it disappeared ..." the boy grumbled, disappointed to not be able to find Melian.

    Eventually the boy returned to his friends.

    "Where is Melian ...?" ask the girl who has been curious.

    "It's gone .... Maybe go home immediately ..." said the child who chased him earlier, surely with a slightly disappointed face.

    "Haha .... Where you might pursue .... Just touched Melian you have fallen over ..." ridiculed his friend who knew that his friend when he was hit Melian was also lying on the floor without power.

    "Not to be discussed ...! That's the past ..." said the boy who certainly blushed embarrassed.

    "Oh, yes .... If that's true, it's Melian .... Sana disamperin .., bring it here." said another.

    Spontaneous boy who was chasing until outside the courtyard of the funeral home earlier, immediately stood up intending to come to Melian, and of course will invite him to sit together with his friends who have been huddled behind the casket. He shifted around looking for a way in between the seats of other guests. Understandably, the more nights guests were coming, and the guest seats were almost full occupied. Of course, the boy could not be quick to reach Melian's seat near the door, where the mourners entered.

    And upon reaching the door, the boy looked up, looking for Melian. Melian is no more. The chair that she had originally seen occupied by Melian, had now changed the old grandmother who was sitting there. Melian has disappeared again. He was disappointed the second time. I tried to get out of the room. Look to the left right, look at the parking lot, also observe to the streets, even heading to the rickshawman who was holding up in front of the hospital, he said, ask if there are girls who come out or ride a pedicab. But the rickshawman said nothing.

    He returned to the front of the funeral room. Not in. But just waved his hand, giving a sign of calling his friend. Of course, so that his friend who saw the wave of his hand immediately responded to his place.

    Two of his friends, who saw a wave of hands, stood up and stepped out. Heading to his friend who called from outside the mourning room.

    "What's wrong?"

    "Where's Melian?"

    His friend asked immediately. Especially asking Melian who she said she would be invited to sit with her friends.

    "Melian goes .... Not meet. Maybe it's home." replied the boy who was out looking for it.

    "Yes, already .... Maybe he's boning with someone else." said his friend.

    "But just came out, I'm looking for no one .... It's weird ..." refute the kid who's looking for him.

    "It's possible to get on the bike speeding .." said his friend.

    "Yes, it could be if the one who directly conducts gas. Or maybe snack to a culinary stall in Simpang Lima ..." call his friend again.

    "Yes also .... It might be invited to Simpang Lima." finally the child who searched and did not find it resigned.

    "We go home now, yuk .... Fear kemaleman .... The road to my house is empty. I'm afraid ..." take one of his friends.

    "Well ..., not solider .... Cook his friend died do not want to wait ..." said his friend.

    "Rubber .... The road to my house is quiet and dark .., nanjak again ..." obviously the child who wants to go home first.

    "Yes, no papa .... There go home, later too late, even more quiet." said the other friend.

    "Yes .., thank you, Bro .... Please say goodbye to your friends" said the boy, who immediately stepped into the parking lot.

    His friends went back in, regrouped with five other friends. While asking for a farewell, has arrived at the motorcycle parking lot, Of course there are many parked motorcycles. Both from the mourners, the distinction of hospital patients, and employees and families of patients. Indeed, the parking space between the hospital and the funeral home becomes one page, because the place is indeed joined together. The boy is still looking for his bike. Although highlighted bright lights, but looking for a motorbike at night is still a bit confused.

    After a few moments, we find the bike we are looking for. But he was shocked when he found his motorbike, in the motorcycle seat there was a girl who sat staring. Must be the heart of the boy was instantly touched. He can only see from behind. The girl's hair and stature and clothes were just like the Melian she and her friends saw in the funeral home.

    With my heart pounding, the high school boy said, "Excuse me .., I want to go home, please let me take my bike ...."

    Shaking the voice of the boy who was about to flick. Afraid of the girl sitting on her bike.

    The girl got off the motorcycle seat. He walked away without looking and watching the person who asked him to speak. Shut up and pass without a sound.

    The boy of class I B who had the motorbike was observing the departure of the girl who occupied the motorbike. The path is exactly the same as Melian. This girl is Melian.

    The boy then reached into the bag, seeking vehicle contact. However, some of the bags we are looking for have not yet been found. Only after a while did he remember that the ignition key was put in the bag. Then he opened the bag, looking for his contact. Basic with a bit of fear, then everything is done groggily. Well, finally met.

    He inserted contacts in the motor and stopped the vehicle.

    "Jrengngngngng ..." The vehicle is on.

    Before he left the parking lot, he actually intended to deliver the girl sitting on his motorcycle earlier, if he was Melian. But after looking up, the girl was gone,

    Poking at the feathers. He immediately pulled the motor gas and drove fast to go home soon. Of course with fear.