DRAGON CARVED JADE BRACELET
Chapter 149: MARRIAGE CEREMONY

    As his father Irul has said, the marriage between Irul and Indra will be enlivened in Lasem. Jamil is ready to help everyone. But regardless of the name of an adult and mature mind as well, then Cik Indra can not just resign to Pak Jamil and his wife. At least Ms Indra who is considered to be part of the Jamil family, still trying to meet the needs of her marriage.

    "Sir Jamil, I'm sorry, this is a little money for my wedding needs with Mas Irul .." said Ms. Indra who handed me a rather thick envelope containing money. It must be the savings from the work of Ms Indra.

    "Lho ..., Miss Indra this how ...? I told you, Cik Indra's marriage with Mas Irul that I will pay. Don't bother. The important thing is that his needs are fulfilled" said Jamil who tried to refuse the grant of money from Ms Indra.

    "But, Mr. Jamil ..." Indra's words were cut off.

    "No wear buts .... That's the money Cik Indra mending saved, saved, for the purposes of the household later. Already, just done .... Don't worry .... Ms. Indra I have considered as mbakyunya Melian, so do not rikuh and pekewuh ..." said Jamil who immediately nerocos to refuse money from Ms. Indra.

    "Yes, Miss Indra .... Like with anyone .... Our time was hard, the confused Ms Indra helped us .... Now it is our turn to return the favor of Cik Indra .." added Juminem.

    "I was so embarrassed, Mr. Jamil .., Mbak Jum ..." of course Ms. Indra blushed embarrassed because her intention to give money for marriage fees was rejected.

    "Yes, Miss Indra .... Don't worry .... Anyway later we together enliven the marriage of Ms. Indra at her home Mas Irul .... Yes, Mr. .., yes Mak ..." - Melian.

    "Yes .." answered his mother.

    "Terus ..., tomorrow if you are married, Ms Indra and Mas Irul live where?" melian asked suddenly, who naturally wanted to know the plans of the two of them.

    "So much Mas Irul .... If Mas Irul wants to stay in Lasem, I am ready. The wife must obey the husband." replied Ms. Indra.

    "Because .... How to stay in Lasem ...?! Who will send Melian's school ...?" melian protests.

    "When in Juwana, where would you like to live ...? Mas Irul's house is in Lasem .." replied Ms. Indra.

    "Iih .., don't Ms .... Stay here only .... Mas Irul's bathroom is outside the house, near the well .... That night must have been scary .... Just stay in Juwana, Ms ...." Melian keeps sulking.

    "Yes, Miss Indra .... Many here, it is in the middle of the city .... If at his house Mas Irul deserted .... Later lived in the house behind the factory, which is now occupied by Mas Irul. Comfortable, really .... The room has three. There are kitchen equipment .... Stay later added to anything that becomes another need." Juminem also suggested.

    "The problem is that I have to have activities, work, Ms. Jum .., Melian .... If I have to live in a factory, how will the employees there. Not good to be a spectacle. Especially later if there are employees who want to rest or want to eat, they feel awkward. Later even the atmosphere of employees in Pak Jamil's company becomes unhealthy" explained Ms Indra.

    "Not to think about it, Miss .... Just let the employees want to say what ..." said Melian who certainly does not understand the company's organizational problems.

    "Ee .., it can't be, Melian .... If the employee atmosphere is uncomfortable, it will affect many things. It could be that employees are not at home, employees feel sad that eventually their work becomes ogah-ogahan. If it is like that, the productivity of the factory will be reduced. That means his income is also reduced. Employees are asking for the same salary. Eventually the company will go bankrupt. It pity Mr. Jamil ..." explained Ms. Indra who has experience working in a private bank, which always demanded productivity.

    "Wuah .., Ms. Indra is indeed smart. Not only beautiful, but also good at how to deal with the company. I had to learn a lot on Ms Indra ...." Jamil was certainly amazed by Ms Indra's explanation.

    "It must be so, Mr. Jamil .... Let the company not go bankrupt ..." said Cik Indra.

    "Yes already .... We'll discuss that tomorrow. What is important now is that we have to prepare for the wedding first" said Jamil who did not want to drag on discussing the issue of residence.

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    That morning, as requested by Jamil, Irul went home to his parents. Ride a motorcycle, berbongcan with Indra, who can be called his future wife. Only this time Ms Indra and Mas Irul were riding motorcycles and would even go to a place far enough away. This must be the first wonderful experience experienced by both of them. Surely Indra who hugged the body of Irul who drove a motorcycle.

    How good I was that morning. There is an angel who accompanies his journey home. Not just piggybacking, but clutching tightly to his body. Frankly, it was the first time that Irul was held by such a woman. There is a very special feeling in his life. So Irul did not dare to walk fast in driving a vehicle. He was more comfortable riding a motorcycle with a woman who is really very beautiful extraordinary. Until Irul himself wondered, what was interesting in him, so that people as beautiful as Indra could fall in love with him, even sacrificing his job in order to want to marry Irul.

    "Dek ..., later we stop by the market, buy souvenirs for Mak-e, yes .." said Irul on Indra.

    "Yes, Mas Irul .... I also thought so .... Cook home village does not bring souvenirs ..." said Indra who still holds Irul's body. Very friendly. Only this time they look that friendly.

    "What's it buying, Dek ...?" ask Irul again, who certainly does not understand the problem of souvenirs.

    "Which obviously should buy snacks for nephews .... Then, Mother bought the kitchen needs." replied Indra who while sticking her lips in Irul's ears, so she could hear.

    "Yes, I just follow ..." said Irul.

    And despite walking slowly in riding a motorcycle, finally Irul arrived at the Lasem Market. Before going to his house, Irul and Melian shop for the needs that will be given to his parents. Lucky Irul is a frugal and determined person. The payment was collected and saved, so now he has enough money to prepare for marriage later. At least, if you want to buy your own motorbike you already have savings.

    And when entering the market, of course market people who still remember with Irul directly on approaching. Experiencing, some even hug and kiss. Understandably, they have not seen Irul for a long time.

    "Mas Irul's ........ Piye kabare?"

    "Forgot me neither ...?"

    "Well, it's been so people keep forgetting their friends ...."

    "This is your wife ...?"

    "Don't be arrogant, Mas Irul ...."

    Of course the people who met, the people who had been together in the market, all on the shroud of Irul. Especially when I found out that Irul with a beautiful tonic. They must be in wonder.

    "My news is good .... Anyway the important healthy, immediately sanity, not sickly .... This is my wife's candidate .... Tomorrow if the incantation, until not invite all .... On coming you know, yes ..." said Irul who immediately introduced his future wife to the market people.

    "Tenan, you know ... ojo ngapusi ...!" the people who were still shrouding him immediately demanded.

    "Yes .... Wong was only five minutes until he was .." replied Irul.

    "Wis, just don't wait for the invitation ...!"

    "Eh, this is Babah Ho's stall, have you changed people again?" ask the surprised Irul.

    "God, Rule .... Ludes everything .... The shop is sold .... Babah Ho's house was confiscated by the bank. That's his brother is outrageous indeed ..." said the neighbor of the stall.

    "Yo wis, this is we need shopping, make Mak-e .., please choose a good one" said Irul to a neighbor of the old stall, when Irul was still his servant Babah Ho.

    "here, Ms .... What would you like to buy for a prospective in-law ...? Hehe ..." said the seller.

    Ms. Indra immediately spent the needs that would be brought to the parents of Mas Irul. Sure enough. There is sugar, coffee, tea, syrup, milk, soy sauce and rice as well as various other kitchen ingredients. Then choose a variety of snacks, which will be given to the nieces of Irul. And of course bring souvenirs and groceries that are worth giving to parents. After enough, they continued their journey, to go home.

    "Still far away, Mas ...?" ask Indra.

    "At least five minutes .... Wh why? Tired already?" sahut Irul's.

    "No .... Just want to know, kok ..." replied Indra.

    "Eh, Deck .... That's really, Dek Indra out of work?" asked Irul who just asked.

    "Yes, Mas .... Indeed why? I don't want to be married, but far apart .... In vain, Mas ..." replied Indra.

    "Yes, no papa .... Only I am worried that the Indra Deck will be idle, is it not saturated?" said Irul.

    "What is the meaning of looking for work, Mas ..., if in Juwana it is confused .... The town is small ..." replied Indra.

    "If for example trade, how ...? I used to be Babah Ho's servant, the biggest shop in Lasem Market. Maybe we can start again .." asked Irul.

    "We'll talk tomorrow, Mas .., after marriage. What matters now is that we are attending a wedding" Indra said.

    "Yes, lah .... Come on, let's go home .... Soon we arrive." said Irul who started running the bike again.

    And true. Not ten minutes, they're here. Irul immediately put his motorcycle into the yard of the house, even directly parked on the terrace of the house.

    "Goddessa ...... M-i ...!" Irule shouted at the door of his house.

    "Valayeva ........ Just a minute, Nang ...!" a voice came from inside the house, his mother answered the greetings from Irul.

    Irul directly pushed the door, opening the unlocked wooden door. He immediately invited Indra into the house. Along with that, his mother was out. Then his mother Irul who looks still gluprut because he just worked in the kitchen, immediately greeted Indra, his beautiful daughter-in-law. Indra welcomed the salaman and kissed the hand of his future father-in-law. Of course, go straight to the kitchen while carrying the groceries he brought.

    "God .... What is this, Nik ...? How many ..." said his future-in-law who knew Indra's innate very much.

    "This one's for Mom. Kitchen needs, Mom .... Keep this one snack, later for nephews ..." said his prospective daughter-in-law who showed her luggage.

    "God .... Thank you, Nik .... Wis, sana ..., sit on the outside chair only .... Let this be Mak-e who's messy" said Irul's mother, who certainly doesn't want to be helped by her beautiful ex-wives. Beautiful does not deserve to work in the kitchen. That was the thought of Irul's mother.

    But Indra still did not move. She continued to help her future father-in-law who was cooking in the kitchen. Of course nature as a woman who has feelings, does not want to be said lazy or does not want to help people. Therefore, Indra's habit of always doing good is still attached to him. Although the condition of the kitchen in the place of Irul's family is still a messy village kitchen, there are no floors, even a wood stove. But for Indra, it is an interesting thing to try.

    In the living room chair, Irul had a conversation with his father. Of course, discussing the matter of his marriage. The point is that Irul follows what his father will do along with his extended family. Understandably the villagers, one village almost all brothers. So if you say big family, it means about the people of one village.

    "I'm the same Dek Indra, resigned and follow, sir .... If you can show it on Sunday. The problem is that if the days are ordinary, a lot of work. Pity if you have to ditch just because of the rewang or the condition. And I don't feel good about Mr. Jamil if it's not Sunday. He is a troublesome person, mengurusi employees, menggurusi factory .... So I beg Mr. E and all the families in Mbabagan, if the show is just a Sunday" said Irul, who hopes his parents can understand his son's proposal.

    "Oh, yes .... Wis nek ngono .... Ki ngko tak golek dino .... At most good later yes, Legi Week .... Yo wis .... It will be Legi Week, two more weeks .... Yes, please tell your boss, we're busy Legi Sunday" said his father Irul who finally chose the day for Irul and Indra's wedding.

    How is Irul and Indra's wedding? We wait for the continuation.