DRAGON CARVED JADE BRACELET
Chapter 139: THE MEETING OF IRUL AND MELIAN

Sunday morning.

    After the night since Friday Kliwon, the orange fog that enveloped the peak of Mount Bugel, every night emitting light that hurts it, no residents dare to approach the summit of Mount Bugel. Including the caretakers and janitors of the tomb. Because the orange light will be visible after sunset and disappear at sunrise.

    Until on Sunday night, people who were on guard, even almost every adult male took part to uncover what really happened at the top of Mount Bugel.

    "I find it strange to see orange lights appear every night at the top of the cemetery .... My wife's son is in fear" said one resident who expressed her family's fear.

    "Yes, right .... My son and wife are also terrified ..." said another, also expressing his fear.

    "I'm scared myself, too .... Lest it be like the story of the dammang ..., the fireball that preys on the man, you know ..." the person who from earlier mendusel his friends expressed his fear.

    "Yes, yeah .... If it's ndaru ..., why can you spend the night ...?"

    "That's why I'm afraid ...."

    "What if we try to look up at the top of the hill, what exactly is going on there?" a proposal from one of the citizens.

    "I'm scared ...."

    "That is brave .... Find the brave ones."

    "Night not night .... The surrounding area is dark .... If there's anything, we have trouble saving ourselves." Others give advice.

    "Then, tomorrow morning after sunrise .... How's it?"

    "Agree ...!!"

    "I'm ready ...!!"

    "I am in ...!!"

    "Allah .... Then tomorrow morning all who will come to the top to prove what happened up there, gather here. We leave together. Don't forget, bring a sickle or other security gear. Please also someone bring a curd .... Who knew there were ferocious beasts that would prey on the citizens. Please schedule the patrol tonight, stay on guard .... Others sleep to maintain our stamina for tomorrow morning. Fearful ones, not daring to go to the top, we beg you tonight to accompany the guard." One of the people who was seen as an influential person there gave his plan.

    Others agreed to the plan. They also follow the orders of the man. Many go home to sleep, and the plan is tomorrow will come to the top. There are even those who prepare the equipment and weapons that will be brought tomorrow.

    Along with the dawn in the eastern horizon, some residents who did not sleep last night, watching while watching the orange light at the top of Mount Bugel, the, start to wake up the citizens who plan to go up to the top of Mount Bugel.

    "Let's get up ...!"

    "Wake up .... It's noon ...!"

    "Let's get together ...!!"

    "We'll be leaving soon ...!"

    People started to squirm and wake up. Prepare to go climbing to the top of Mount Bugel, want to know what exactly happened at the top of the cemetery. There are those who lengsung take the handle of the pacul, some carry a sickle, some carry pieces of bamboo, some even carry curds binding livestock. The place at the bottom of the Chinese bong cemetery, which is commonly used to park visitors' vehicles, is full of residents who will watch the incident at the summit.

    Commanded by Pak Jagabaya and Pak Bekel, they went up in tandem. The path to the top, became crowded crammed by dozens of citizens whose minds were filled with question marks. They want to know the cause of the radiating jungle fog that illuminates the peak of Mount Bugel. Is that really ndaru? Or are they aliens from space?

    Now they have reached the top. Look for the light source they see every night. Because when noon, when lost to sunlight, the orange light fades, dims, and even disappears. Like fireflies, they only light up when the night is dark.

    That orange light is an aura. The light that radiates from the power of the powerful.

    "We stop first .... The light should have come from here. We observe this place well. Don't let anyone get hurt" said Mr. Bekel who led the group.

    "Number ...!" answer those who immediately stop their steps.

    "The light seems to have emerged from the tomb of Dampo Awang, Mr. .." said one of the people who closely watched, pointing to the tomb of Dampo Awang.

    "See ...! That's what's there ...! The bongpai also shines ...!" one of them also showed a beam coming out of the bongpai. It was Tan Liong's bongpai. Father of Grandma Amak.

    People were surprised to see the glowing bongpai. They were astonished, but also afraid. What's in that bongpai?

    "We'll check, sir .." said one of the brave young men.

    "Don't come any closer ...!" Mr. Bayan forbid. Afraid that anything will happen.

    "We should look around first .... What is approximately .... We must not be rash. We have to be careful with forces we don't know about." Mr. Bekel added.

    "Nriv .......!" the people at the top of the funeral.

    So, they then observed the cemetery area, in case anyone can be used as a guide. They looked to the left right in the range of that place. The place is overgrown with grass and not maintained. Understandably this place is rarely visited by pilgrims.

    "Lhoh ..., sir ...!! There was a man sitting there ...!" said one who saw a human figure sitting cross-legged meditating.

    "Where ...?!!" the others immediately asked in curiosity.

    "That's .... Under the banyan tree ..., near the tomb of Dampo Awang ..." said the person who saw it while showing a man sitting cross-legged, motionless.

    "Yes, right ...!! That ..., I see it ..." said another.

    "Yes .., yes .... That's the one ...!!" finally everyone can see the person who meditated almost attached to the banyan tree. Perhaps from a distance, the meditating person will not be seen, because it is considered part of a large and lush banyan tree.

    "Don't disturb. He is being ascetic, there must be something asked of the Almighty ..." said Mr. Bekel who did not want his people to tease someone's meditation. For kneeling him, the one who seduces the ascetic is Satan.

    "He ..., look ...!! It's down there's a woman lying in a bongpai!!" suddenly one of them saw someone lying in the grave.

    "Where ...?!"

    "That ...!!! Look at the bongpai under it ...!! Her body was draped in bongpai ...."

    "Hah ..., yes ...! Try to help ...!" the other sahut.

    Some people went straight down, trying to help the woman lying on the bongpai, with the position attached to the stone wall. Of course people are very worried, if anything happens to the woman.

    "Sir .., this woman is still a teenager .... She fainted ...!" said the person who had arrived at the teenage girl's place.

    "We help, Mr ...!"

    The men immediately helped, lifting the girl's body from the top of the bongpai, which she had apparently hugged for days. Seeing from his stature, skin and eyes, it was clear that this child was indeed embracing his family's tomb. Maybe if not father, mother, grandmother or grandfather. Understandably people who come there can not read and understand the writing in bongpai.

    "Some one brought warm tea ...?!" ask Mr. Bayan.

    "There ..." one of the residents who brought a bottle containing warm tea was immediately given.

    Mr. Bayan tore off the semedro leaves beside him, then poured a little warm tea and dripped into the girl's mouth through the tips of the leaves. The girl's lips were wet. Then Mr. Bayan opened his lips a little. The warm tea in the leaves was again dripped onto the lips.

    "Awlght ....... Uhght ..., gleght ..." the girl choked. The girl immediately realized. Opening his eyes and confused to see the circumstances around him that were full of people on her swarm.

    "Momu .... Mom .... Mom .... In my mna?" the girl said as she roared from her stupor.

    "Alhamdulillah ......" The people who swarm immediately give thanks.

    "Mas Irul's .... My name is Irul ...! My name is Irul ...!!! Huk ..., hu ..., hu ..." The girl called Mas Irul.

    "Relax, pretty boy .... We will help you .... We will not hurt you .... Come sit .... Drink this warm tea, to make your blood go away .." said Mr. Bayan, who was still helping the girl.

    The girl drank. One bottle is continuously pressed until it runs out. It indicates that he is very thirsty.

    "This child is hungry .... Did anyone bring supplies?" ask Mr. Bayan to the people who follow.

    "Banang, sir ..." replied one of the residents.

    "Yes, take it here .... Let's fill the stomach of this child" said Mr. Bayan, who then gave a comb of banana next to the girl who just woke up.

    "Eat this gravestone to increase the strength of your body ..." said Mr. Bayan.

    The girl immediately took one piece. It was eaten until it was finished. After that add up again. Surely the girl was not only thirsty, but also hungry.

    "Who is this beautiful tonic, where is it and what is it here?" ask Mr. Bayan who is certainly noticed by all the people who surround the girl.

    "Relse ..... I'm Melian .... My home in Juwana .... This is my mama's tomb .... Where's Irul?" the beautiful girl who turns out to be Melian.

    "Mas Irul ...? Who is Irul?" ask Mr. Bayan.

    "Mas Irul's .... The man who helped Pak-e .... Who accompanied me. I looked here ..." replied Melian who was looking for Irul.

    "Don't ..." One of the people began to think to the ascetic.

    "The one who is ascetic in the ringin tree ..." said the other.

    "Yes .., that's above. Maybe the person who is ascetic ..." added another.

    "Let's see, what's meditating on ...?"

    "Auch .... Pain ...." Melian tried to stand up, but her legs hurt all over.

    "Help ...! Come on ...!"  said Mr. Bayan ordered to finish Melian, go up to the top.

    Then after reaching the top, people brought the girl closer to the place of the person meditating under the banyan tree. He wanted to show if it was the man he was looking for.

    "Mas Irul .........!!!!" Melian screamed, and immediately hit the man sitting cross-legged motionless under the banyan tree.

    The person who meditated was shocked. Open your eyes and look at the person who hit him.

    "Melian .......!!!" the man, who was none other than Mas Irul, immediately hugged Melian's body tightly, which he had longed for so much.

    Irul is very happy. He cried because he was moved, he was able to find his master's son again. Not only from the Jamil and Juminem families, but also from Babah Ho and Cik Lan families. So the two people continued to hug and did not want to let go of each other, because of his longing.

    The villagers who witnessed this were very grateful. There was nothing dangerous in that place. Only found two people who were running their own rituals. That's what they know. Then they carried Melian whose legs hurt and could not walk. Packing Irul, as well as feeding and drinking at Mr. Bekel's house.

    Of course, there are many questions that the villagers want to know. But Irul said he knew nothing. Likewise Melian, who only answered the same kangen mamah and wanted to embrace her tomb.

    But one thing that becomes the question, actually what is the power that causes the appearance of orange fog that envelops the peak of Mount Bugel?