DRAGON CARVED JADE BRACELET
Chapter 14: NEWS OF CIK LAN'S DEATH

    That morning, as usual, the Lesem Market was very crowded, both by merchants and buyers. Babah Ho kiosks are already crowded by customers who shop for various basic necessities. Especially the retail merchants who opened the stalls at home, they shopped his merchandise at Babah Ho kiosk. The price is the most sloping. Especially for wholesale or culakan buyers who will be sold again, the price is different from retail. If sold at home stalls, fortunately very good.

    "Sik Lan where, Bah ...? How not to go to the market to help?" ask one of his aides who from morning overwhelmed serving the buyers, of course because of the large number of orders that must be served.

    "Haiyah .... Owe don't know .... Olang Lan Lan dali night pegi guts her son .... Haiya ..." replied Babah Ho who also felt annoyed, because his two aides who served buyers were still overwhelmed.

    "His grandchildren haven't met yet, Koh ...?" ask one of the buyers to Babah Ho.

    "Belgium .... Melian kidnapped by olang .... The police can't find." Babah Ho replied.

    "Pity Ms. Lan yes, Koh ..." said the person again as a sign of sympathy.

    "Haiyah .... Owe also sad mikilin grandson owe ..." said Babah Ho.

    "Hopefully Melian will see you soon, Koh .." said the man.

    "Haiyah .... Say thank you ..." said Babah Ho who also hopes his grandson will meet soon.

    Of course many people sympathize with the disappearance of Melian, Babah Ho's grandson. Especially feeling sorry for Ms. Lan, who had just lost her dead husband shot during the demo. His trade at Gombrang Market burned. Even his house must be sold, because it does not feel at home every day to get the terror that scares his life. I've lost all my possessions. Now Ms. Lan must lose a new baby that can step. The kid who was funny. His sadness must have been too heavy to feel. So did his parents, Babah Ho and his wife. There was no joy like before that. If you used to serve the buyers with laughter and jest, now Babah Ho looks always squinting. There is no happy face.

    In the midst of the crowd of buyers, suddenly the parking attendant interrupted Babah Ho who was still busy serving customers.

    "Ho Papah .... Babah Ho .., there's a police officer who is looking, want to see Babah Ho" said the parking attendant who was followed by two police officers.

    "Haiyah .... What is cali owe pulisi ...?" babah Ho asked the parking attendant.

    "This is the police ..." said the parking attendant while pointing to the police who had stood in front of Babah Ho's kiosk.

    "Haiyah .... What is Mr Pulisi cali owe ...? Have you met your granddaughter, haiya ...?" babah Ho asked the police officer who came looking for him.

    "Good morning, Babah Ho .... We came to deliver the news ..." said the police officer who was cut off.

    "Haiyah .... Grandson owe has met, yes ...?" sahut Babah Ho who cut the words of the police.

    "Sorry, Babah Ho .... This is very important .... About Cik Lan, Babah Ho's son ..." the police officer told Babah Ho.

    "Haiyah .... What's wrong with Lan Lan, ha ...?" babah Ho asked the police.

    "Lan Lan went to find her son .... Until semalem does not go home ..." said his wife Babah Ho, of course still while serving the buyers.

    "Yes, this is Auntie .., which we want to convey .... Ms. Lan fell into the river Cerbung, where the bridge was built" the police said.

    "Huh ...?! What ...?! Lan Lan fell into the river ...?! Where to now ...?! How is it ...?!" babah Ho's wife was certainly shocked and worried. Babah Ho as well.

    "Haiyah .... Why did Lan Lan fall, haiya ...?!" Babah Ho begins to worry about his son's condition. To the extent that the calculator used to calculate groceries fell on his feet.

    "Now where is Lan Lan, Mr. Police ...?" ask Babah Ho's wife to the police officer who came to tell him, want to immediately follow and see his son.

    "Patiently yes, Auntie ..., Babah Ho .... Ms. Lan is dead ..." said the police officer who delivered the sad news of Ms. Lan's death to her parents.

    "Huh ...?! What ...?! Lan Lan died ...?! Huk ..., huk ..., huk .... Lan .... Uhuuu ..." his mother was immediately shocked and cried to hear the news of his son's death.

    Unlike his wife, Babah Ho was silent. His mouth gawked, his sight instantly crumbling. His body staggered, and immediately limp was unable to stand anymore. As if he were fainting. Luckily, his ass was stuck in the chair. Babah Ho sat helplessly, upon hearing his son die.

    Lucky young man who helps in Babah Ho's stall is quite sprightly. As soon as he knew his boss was about to fall unconscious, he immediately grabbed hold of it. Then take a cup containing a drink, then drink the warm tea to the boss.

    "Lan Lan's .... Huhuhuhuhu .... Why are you Lan Lan .... Uhuk .., huhuhu ..." after being aware enough, Babah Ho was crying over the fate of his son.

    The sound of crying Babah Ho and his wife, of course surprised the people in Lasem Market. They immediately arrived to surround Babah Ho's kiosk, wanting to know what happened.

    "What's up ...?!"

    "Why ...?!"

    "Why is Babah Ho the same as crying ...?"

    "Sik Lan died ...."

    "The truth ...."

    "Yes .... Ms. Lan splashed under the bridge of the Cerbung River."

    "You can ...? Piye leh ...?"

    "Cik Lan died ...!! Ms. Lan died ...!!"

    "Yes for goodness sake .... Ms Lan .... Kok apes leh yo ...."

    "Piye leh ...?!"

    "Yes Allah .... Huk ..., huk ..., huk ...."

    The traders of Lasem Market were shocked and saddened. Of course they feel like they lost Ms. Lan. And of course pity, because his lost son has not met. These merchants felt very close to Babah Ho and his family, especially Cik Lan who often helped his mother sell in the market. If they had heard the news that Ms. Lan had died, they would all have been very sorry. The apes fate was already experienced by Cik Lan. Really very sad.

    "Where is Miss Lan?" asked one of the sellers who also cried while stroking the body of Babah Ho's wife who had been crying continuously.

    "Where is Lan Lan now ...?!  Let's show ..., take me ...!" babah Ho's wife immediately dragged the hand of the police who came to tell him that, and asked to be immediately escorted to see his son.

    "Yes, Miss Lan is now where ...?!" others also asked immediately inquisitive.

    "It's in the hospital .... Let me take you to the autopsied Ms. Lan's place" the police officer said.

    "Man .... Your stall is closed, yes .... You go straight to the house, help arrange a place at home" said Babah Ho who was more receptive to reality, told his aides to close the stall, and of course went straight home to prepare the place, because surely there will be many citizens who are at the service.

    "Yes, Kong ... I will close soon." replied the young man who helped at Babah Ho's stall.

    Babah Ho and his wife had been led by police officers, and of course also taken by some traders, to a police car parked in the front yard of the market. Babah Ho and his wife sat in front next to the police driving. While the other police was in the back seat, which was also followed by several men selling in the market. Of course they want to accompany Babah Ho.

    The police car retreated briefly, then walked away from the market. They drove towards the hospital where Cik Lan had already been examined by the team of doctors.

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    Meanwhile, after the death of two policemen who took Babah Ho with his wife to the hospital to retrieve the body of Cik Lan who died, at Lasem Market many traders immediately closed the stall. Of course, they will help prepare and arrange a place in Babah Ho's house.

    "Man ..., the speed closed the stall .... Let's go to Babah Ho's house .... We help the system, before Cik Lan's body reaches home" said one of the male traders, who would help prepare a place at Babah Ho's house.

    "Yes .... This is already me the key all .... Stay home ..." replied the man called Man.

    "Eh, Man .., please bring candy and drinks for the guests' treats ..." said a woman whose stall was next to Babah Ho's stall.

    "Well, I've closed my door .." replied Man who had already locked his stall.

    "Ee ..., open for a moment, guys .... Rather than later you go back and forth, Man .... Later I help bring." said the neighbor who will also help organize in Babah Ho's house.

    "Yes, Mommy .... Siaaap ..." replied Man who immediately reopened the door of the stall and searched for items for the preparation of treats. Assisted by the neighbors next to him.

    From the loudspeakers installed in the market, there was already news of death.

    "Innalillahi wa inailkahi .... Grief news .... Has died, Ms. Lan Babah Ho's daughter, a bush stall trader in Lasem Market ..." the sound of the Lasem Market speakers live broadcast the sad news.

    "Innalilahi ...."

    "Jeez ..., Ms. Lan ...."

    "May his field, his tomb .... Simplified everything .... Got a place to lay by God's side ...."

    "Mayei ...."

    "Wis ayi, we help at Babah Ho's house ...."

    "Come .... I'm ready to go there ...."