DRAGON CARVED JADE BRACELET
Chapter 137: IRUL AND MELIAN ARE MISSING

    Rumah Mbah Sawal is located in the valley of the slopes of Mount Ungaran, on the south side of the east side of the tourist attraction Bandungan. The house is made of wood with a fence board, like a village house, along with the houses of its neighbors which amounted to about twenty houses. Beside him was a cattle pen, two cows were kept in the stable. Of course the smell of cow dung lemi is very typical as the perfume aroma of farmers' villages. But of course the villagers are friendly and very appreciative of others. Including three people who came delivered by one of the residents there.

    "Kulonuwun ..., Mbah Sawal ...!" Mr. grass finder who delivered earlier said greetings in front of the door of Mbah Sawal's house.

    The old woman with all white hair, wearing the traditional clothes of the old women.

    "Eeh, you to Ji .... Why bring so many guests ...? What about Mbah-e opo?" asked the old woman who turned out to be speaking very loudly and nothing less. This must be Mbah Sawal's wife.

    "Yes, Mbah .... This is his son's man and his brother's missing in Grandma Jumprit's Punden .... Want to ask for help with Mbah Sawal." said the father who still hung the grass.

    "We la, Mbah-e is still in the fields .... Tulung was invited to come home .." said the grandmother, who was probably about a hundred years old.

    "Needs, Mbah .... I put the grass in the cage, then go straight to the field." said the man called Ji earlier by the grandmother. Then he rushed to put his grass in the cattle pen, which was only a few houses away from where Mbah Sawal was.

    "Monggo, pinarak mriki .... Wait a minute, Mbah-ne will be followed by Pek-ne Ji." said the grandmother let her guests enter her house, and sat in the living room. A very large room. As usual, the village house is big.

    Jamil, Juminem and Cik Indra were seated in wooden chairs with seats and backrests made of woven rattan. Typical chairs that have been trendy in the past. In the center was a round table that was also made of wood. On the table was an ashtray with a cigarette burn. Shows who has a house or his guests used to shop. Yes, cigarettes are a habit that is done by people in mountainous areas. Not only parents, but also children. He said to warm the body from the cold mountain breeze.

    Behind the clitic-clotch sound, the grandmother was making drinks for her guests. And it turned out to be true.

    "Monggo, drinks .... Make warm-warm .... Wedang kendel, no friends .... Hehehe ..." said the grandmother, who had brought a tray of three cups of hot tea and served it to her guests.

    "Thank you, Mbah .... In fact, I even bother ..." said Jamil who certainly blushed embarrassed served by the old grandmother.

    Then Jamil whispered to his wife. A little later Juminem came out. Find Mas Tarno parking the car.

    "Weeh, there are guests to this .... Wait a minute, Sewah wants to wash his hands first ..." lapse some time when Juminem out, there is an old man appeared, Mbah Sawal arrived at the house. Of course while carrying the grass of her cattle feed. And also with the father who had delivered to the house.

    "Ji .., kene luh sik .... I'm not wijik sedelok ...." Mbah Sawal told the deliveryman to sit down, and he said goodbye to wash his hands first.

    The person who was told to sit down complied and immediately sat in the guest chair. A moment later, Mbah Sawal walked into his living room. Only bebetan sarong, wearing long-sleeved batik clothes even though it is rather shabby. Understandably the name in the village, batik clothes are not only for condangan, but daily wear, not special clothes. His head was wearing a black peci. Mbah Sawal is an estimate of his age physically still looks seventy years old. The real age is a hundred years. But it is still strong hoeing in the fields, farming and looking for grass for its livestock feed. The power is still prime. And one thing that is very surprising is that this Mbah Sawal never got sick.

    "Monggo drinks .... For warming .... Here the air continues to cool ..." said Mbah Sawal who immediately sat on the chair. Sure jegrang. And not to forget, he took plastic containing cigarette paper and tobacco. Then roll a cigarette. And, "Cress ..." lighters have ignited the tip of the cigarette tingwe aka nglinting dewe it. Smoke from the mouth and nose of Mbah Sawal immediately billowed to the ceiling of the house.

    From the kitchen, out again grandma brought to contain two glasses of tea. Which should be given to her neighbor who delivered earlier and her husband, Mbah Sawa. However, along with the departure of the grandmother serving the drink, two people entered, namely Juminem and Mas Tarno, who brought a bag of crackers containing souvenirs from Jamil.

    "That is, this is a little souvenir .... From Pati, Mbah ..." said Juminem while handing the bag to the grandmother who had provided drinks for the guests.

    "Walah .., Iha kok bothered .... Maturnoir .... We, lha ..., the drink is less this ..." said the grandmother who immediately brought the gift package given by Juminem. And of course, make tea again.

    The guest chair is full. It's filled with all five people. Jumin sat down with Jamil. So Mas Tarno gave up. Mas Tarno sat in the long chair beside him. There's a big table over there, some kind of wagon. Ordinary, large tables and chairs of wood or commonly called long windows. That certainly can still join in the room and listen to what will be delivered by Mbah Sawal.

    "What's this about coming here?" ask Mbah Sawal who certainly still smokes his cigarettes.

    "Open ..., Mbah .... Our son is missing ..." replied Jamil slowly.

    "Mas Irul is also missing, Mbah ..." added Cik Indra who certainly does not want to lose irul.

    "When is the disappearance?" ask Mbah Sawal again.

    "So, Mbah .... Just got .... This, this Father who knows we're looking ...." Ms. Indra who immediately nyerocos, fear Irul will disappear in time like Melian.

    "Our son was gone a week ago, Mbah .... Said his friends, he was bickering with his friend who fell into the ravine, Mbah ..." added Jamil.

    "On the shoulders of Grandma Jumprit, Mbah ..." added the person who met at the grave.

    "That means the kid who jumped into the abyss?" ask Mbah Sawal.

    "Value .... Lha kok iso .... These people must have made a mistake .... Because Grandma Jumprit only harms people who do indecent .... Punishing people who do bad, violate customs, against the law, is not in accordance with the rules ..." said Mbah Sawal who explained about Grandma Jumprit.

    Of course, everyone who was there was silent did not dare to speak. Though he wanted to protest, but not dare. Like Juminem who wanted to say his son was good, he was afraid. The proof of his son was taken by Grandma Jumprit. Likewise, Ms. Indra, she has not known Irul much. So he did not dare to say that Indra was a good person.

    "In the meantime, yeah .... Sumpah mau sowan Granny Jumprit .... Want to ask where these two people are" said Mbah Sawal who got up from his seat, then took a paper package, what it was about, and left the room of his house.

    Jamil, Juminem, Cik Indra and Mas Tarno can only look at the departure of Mbah Sawal. No one dared to ask.

    "Mbah Sawal to go to Mbah Jumprit .... Pray for guidance ..." said the father who drove him earlier.

    "At the grave?" ask Ms Indra.

    "Yes .." replied the father.

    "Afone not afraid?" ask Ms Indra again,

    "Mbah Sawal is the key .... The man who was laid to rest the punden. Believed by residents to lead prayers and send offerings to ancestors. Begging the spirits of the ancestors to protect our village. If there are people who are sick because of something strange, usually also asked for conditions to Mbah Sawal." explained the father to Ms Indra, because his eyes and skin are different, because it is different, his understanding is different from that of the Javanese.

    "Who is Mbah Jumprit?" ask Ms. Indra again.

    "That's our village pepunden .... Formerly as a figure who founded this village. So the people here say punden." explained the father again.

    "Ooo ...." Ms. Indra began to understand.

    Simultaneously, after a while went to Mbah Jumprit's punden, where Mbah Sawal had already begged for directions. Of course while burning frankincense and sowing flowers. Now Mbah Sawal has returned to the living room awaited by these difficult people.

    "How is. Mbah?" Ms. Indra asked immediately. Of course because it is very curious about the state of Mas Irul who suddenly disappeared.

    Mbah Sawal sat back in his chair. Sure while jegrang. Not answered Ms Indra. He again took the plastic containing tobacco and cigarette paper, then rolled. The lintingan satiri cigarette was directly tucked in his lips. Then light a match, and smoke comes back from his mouth and nose. His gaze looked up, as if following the flight of cigarette smoke that billowed into the ceiling of the house. Like people daydreaming while enjoying cigarettes.

    "There is a beautiful girl ..." said Mbah Sawal.

    "That's my son, Mbah ...." Juminem immediately whipped.

    "It is impossible .... This child is white, his eyes are narrow, like this Mbak-e ..." said Mbah Sawal immediately rejected Juminem's words.

    "Yes, Mbah .... The child we raised since the baby .... Her name is Melian ..." said Juminem who did not want to lose.

    "O .... Where's his mother?" Mbah Sawal turned around.

    "His mother has died since she was a baby, then the child was handed to me by her crank .." replied Juminem again who was certainly very curious about the condition of his son.

    "There's men .... Old virgin ..." said Mbah Sawal again who returned to look up.

    "That's Mas Irul .... He helped Melian" replied Jamil, who knew Irul's condition.

    "Where's the house?" ask Mbah Sawal.

    "At Lasem, Mbah .... I've never been to his house, but I'll look for it." replied Jamil.

    "Find to the old virgin man's house .... He helped your son. May your son be safe" said Mbah Sawal.

    Glad Jamil heard Mbah Sawal's words. Likewise, Juminem, the mother who has been taking care of Melian since infancy. Tough work and all his energy to raise Melian. Likewise Miss Indra, calm her heart. Moreover, he remembered the words of the Pastor when in the temple, Melian will be found by the closest people, who love him. Of course Ms Indra also wanted to convince the words of Mbah Sawal. He wanted to follow two missing people.

    They say goodbye, and will go straight to Lasem. Looking for Mas Irul's house, as said by Mbah Sawal earlier, to immediately follow there.