DRAGON CARVED JADE BRACELET
Chapter 140: BRINGING TRUST

    After getting help from the residents, and of course telling the story, Irul and Melian were escorted by residents, coupled with two motorcycles in tandem, to Irul's house. Not far from the burial place of Mount Bugel, namely in Babagan Village south of Pasar Lasem. It's about four kilometers. Just a few minutes, the two motorcycles had arrived in front of the model village house gebyok made of wood. The door of the teak wood pair was still closed. The floor is just cement sand plastering. Not familiar with ceramics. Yes, Irul's parents' house. The village is quiet during the day, because the people are on to the field of farming.

    "Accoland ...." Irul who got off the motorbike immediately greeted his family at the door of his house, and pushed the door to open.

    "Waalaikumussalam ..." a female voice came from inside the house.

    An old woman came out the door. This woman is Irul's mother. Of course surprised by the arrival of his son who told him first.

    "Wealah ..., Irul ...!" said his mother who immediately hugged and kissed his son. It has been a long time since Irul did not come home. "Piye how are you, Nang ...? Wis entuk bojo po durung ...?" ask mother.

    Irul who was asked immediately laughed. Of course amused by his mother's question, because every time he came home asked always a wife problem.

    "Hehehe .... Not yet, Mak ..." said Irul.

    "Wealah .., lha piye, to Nang .... This is who this beautiful woman you are taking with you ...?" ask his mother who is certainly suspicious of his son, come and bring a beautiful woman.

    "O, yes .... Mas, pinarak first .... This is our parents' house. The only ones who live here are Mak-e and Pek-e .... My sisters are married and have married themselves, although still a village .... Monggo, pinarak first ..." said Irul to two people who drove him.

    "Ndakn't do it .... We just go straight home. Anyway we've sent it safe until home .... Nyuwun pamit, nggih ..." said the two men who shook Irul and Melian.

    "Ngaten ...? Nggih, maturnuwon .... Sorry, this is to buy gasoline" said Irul while giving a sticky greeting to the person who drove him.

    "Maturnuwun nggih, Mas ..." Irul's mother was grateful.

    "Thank you, Mas ...." Melian also thanked me.

    The two bikes turned and returned to their village. What a good society and sympathize with others. To help without self. Even delivered to his house.

    "Whoa, Nang .... Where did this come from, you guys ...? Whose daughter are you bringing here? Ko nek rolled pakne, piye ...? Wis, let's go in first ..." asked his mother Irul who immediately told his child and guests to enter.

    "This is Melian, Mak .... Her son Ms Lan .... Babah Ho's granddaughter my old place of work was, you know, in Lasem Market .... This was from Bong Cino Mount Bugel .... Melian kangen is her mom, Mak .... Yes, call it a pilgrimage .." said Irul who lied, to calm his mother's mind, so as not to wonder.

    "already .......... So you were from the grave, to ...?! Wis kono .., wash feet first .... Ora ilok ..., ko sekum ojo yak-yak sik ..." said his mother who knew that her son from the grave immediately told her to wash her feet.

    Yes, indeed the villagers at that time, especially the elderly, when coming from the grave should wash their feet and hands, even wash their faces. According to the beliefs of the village people, this is related to rejecting balak and rejecting sawan, which is a disease or negative aura carried from the grave. Of course, according to medical science, in the cemetery there are many germs and diseases. So cleaning the body is actually meant to remove germs and dirt carried away. But the villagers just say "ora ilok".

    "Mak .., negligee-e Minah is here, isn't she? Let's make a replacement for Melian .... It was all dirty Melian clothes, it had fallen on the grave" said Irul who whispered to his mother, of course knowing that Melian had not changed clothes for one week. His clothes must be dirty and they smell bad.

    "There .... Sik, don't golekke ning closet ..." said his mother.

    "All right now if there are pants ..." whispered Irul again.

    His mother did not answer, but just looked at Irul with an unpleasant glare. Then open the closet to find the clothes his son wanted. Daster and his sister Irul's change of clothes.

    "This .... Like this .... Want what not? Chinese wong lha is told to wear a kayak gini negligee, is it not ashamed?" his mother said while handing over the negligee.

    "Mak-e who gives .... I'm ashamed, Mak ..." said Irul who blushed.

    "Yohm .... Mulane ndang nduwe bojo, sing ayu koyo putune Babah Ho kuwi ..." of course his mother wants Irul immediately married. Understandably his two younger sisters are married all, even Irul who is the number one child is not married. His mother immediately followed Melian who had gone to jeding behind the house. Dress to change dirty clothes.

    "Russia, Mak .... Ben entuk bojo ayu ..." said Irul while crying.

    Not only do you wash your feet and wash your hands, even Melian takes a shower. And after finishing the bath and of course also after Melian changed into wearing a negligee, they sat in the guest chair, in the front room. Irul's mother has made warm tea, which of course there are also snacks from the market. Then they talked together. Unfortunately his father Irul is still in the field has not come home. Wait until noon, usually just go home for lunch and lunch break. They told me a lot about how Melian and Pak Jamil worked. Must have told you something good.

    "This thread used to tell you a lot, Nik .... Especially when you are missing .... I followed the cry of the story ..." said his mother Irul who is certainly remembered by the story of Melian childhood delivered by her son.

    "What is it, Mommy ...? What's the story, Mom?" ask Melian who would also want to know the story of her mother Irul.

    "Many .... Which every time you send milk to the place of Nonik Melian who was treated by Mbak Juminem .., it is also Irul .... His house in the village, very far away .." said his mother Irul again.

    "I don't know, Mommy .... Don't remember ..." said Melian.

    "Yes .... Nonik Melian is still a baby .... Must not remember." added the mother.

    "Keep ..., what's the story again, Mother?" ask Melian again, who would like to understand about Mas Irul who always helped him.

    "Lha, when it was rumored that Nik Melian's house, Mas Jamil's house was on fire, Irul was told to watch by Babah Ho, Nik Melian crank .... Irul immediately fainted .... Because of his understanding, surely Mas Jamil and his family were burned .., including Nik Melian .... Fortunately it turned out that Mas Jamil was able to save his family .... Allah is still meridhoi ..." without feeling the mother shed tears, crying to remember the story of the fire that scorched the entire house of Jamil.

    "That, yes, Mak ...? This Irul is a good man .... Until memorized with all the family crank .... To come with the suffering we experienced ..." said Melian who would also be sad if she heard the story of her family.

    "Yes .... Unfortunately one .... Irul is not married .... Joko kasep .... Ora payu rabbi .... Already, it's a tok that I haven't been able to find ..." said Irul's mother who is certainly annoyed with her unmarried child.

    "Ooo .... Though Mas Irul already has a beautiful girlfriend, Mak .... Hehe ...." Melian was starting to laugh. Maybe his strength is starting to recover.

    "What is ...?! That's right, Nik ...?! Beautiful as this Melian Nonik ...?!" irul's mother was very happy to hear Melian's words.

    "Walah .., more cant wait than me, Mak ..." Melian replied.

    "What's right, Rul ..., do you have a candidate?" ask her mother to Irul.

    "Whoa .... Melian nagging ...!" suhut Irul who does not want to be said to have a boyfriend.

    "Lho, piye to ...? Which one is true ...?!" irul's mother was confused. Looking at Melian smiling, looking at Irul smiling too.

    "That's right .., Mas Irul already has a girlfriend, Mak .... Her name is Ms Indra .... The person is beautiful, the bank employee works, in Semarang ..." said Melian explained in more detail.

    "Yes, Rul? He said that if you have a mate you want to see Mak-e with Pak-e .... I wasn't invited here .... When will it be found with Mak-e and Pak-e ...? Quickly invited here, tomorrow I camouflaged, directly ijab khabul .... Wis tehte straight no ramek-ramekke ...! Yo ..., cepet, yo ...!" his mother urged.

    "Mak-e ki said what ...? Glad to do something that's not good. That's all Melian's writing .... Presis Babah Ho, his seneng macok-macokke ..." sergeant Irul, because there has never been a word of bond with Ms. Indra. Of course, worried that Ms. Indra was disappointed with her condition, the village people who had nothing. Much different from the state of Cik Indra who is beautiful with good clothes, work in the city in a good place. It must be impossible for him to expect Cik Indra to receive this life like Irul. That's Irul's thinking.

    "Cik Indra Seneng the same Mas Irul .... Bener ...! If at the boarding house, must always ask Mas Irul ..." said Melian who did see the fact that Ms. Indra approached Mas Irul.

    In my heart, Irul would be happy to get a soul mate like Ms. Indra. Irul had reached heaven. As the kyai say, later in heaven, we will be served by angels. How happy Irul if later will be served by the angel Cik Indra.

    But one thing that is still kept secret by Irul is to carry the trust conveyed by Babah Ho during his time with him, which is to keep his family to death. The only Babah Ho family that still exists is Melian. So Irul will try his best to become Melian's guard.

    Hence, upon hearing the news of Melian gone, it was not only Juminem who was sad. But Irul cries every night. Only a prayer with tears that he always offered to the Almighty, so that Melian could be found. Perhaps at this time, Irul's affection for Melian was greater than his hope of obtaining Ms Indra.

    That is the weight of carrying out the trust of people who no longer exist.