DRAGON CARVED JADE BRACELET
Chapter 151: THE NEW BRIDE

    After the wedding, Irul and Indra, as newlyweds, are not allowed to go. According to village custom, newlyweds should not travel for a week, which is five days of the Javanese calendar market. It becomes a taboo for the Javanese, if the newlyweds travel before even as fast as possible. If it is broken, there will be problems. Whether it was a disaster or problems in his life. Some even experience divisions in the household.

    Such is the case with his father and mother Irul, which certainly forbids his son and daughter-in-law to travel. Including when you want to return to Juwana. Do not go back to Juwana, just going to the market is not allowed. But of course, as a good child, Irul did not dare to refute the words of his parents.

    "You're the new manten .... Do not travel first, if not even as fast as ..." said his father to Irul, who was sitting with Indra in the living room at the time.

    "Excuse me, sir .." replied Irul who complied.

    "Or even better, you don't have to go back to Juwana .... Stay here only .... This house is empty, no one occupies it .... At most I am the same Mak-mu only .... Your brothers have made their own home .... This legacy is supposed to be for you .." said his father, who of course wants his son and daughter-in-law to live in the house.

    "Well, how does it work, Mr ...?" ask Irul who is certainly not possible to live in the heritage house.

    "Yes, find a job here .... It would be better and more comfortable to live in your own home .." said his father.

    "The problem is that finding a job here is difficult, sir .... What work ...? In the place of Mr. Jamil, I am well established, sir .." said Irul who reasoned.

    "Lha mbok works at her old kiosk ... It was Babah Ho at his stall, which was in Lasem Market" his father said.

    "His kiosk is for sale, sir .... It belongs to someone else." said Irul, who of course his father did not understand the state of the market.

    "Ooo .... I'm broke, what?" asked father.

    "Says seized the bank .... Maybe a lot of debt, bankrupt ..." replied Irul.

    "God .... Means bankrupt ..." said his father.

    "Lha, continue .... When can we get out of the house, sir?" ask Irul to his father.

    "If it's been easy .... Tomorrow's Friday .... Where are you going, to?" said his father, who asked where he wanted to go.

    "Yes .., want to look around the village .... Mosok mbegelek silent at home continue ..." replied Irul.

    "Yo .., patient sing .... Look around the house first .." said his father.

    "Excite, sir ..." replied Irul.

    The two of them, Irul and Indra according to what their parents said. It is not good to refute the words of parents, although in a reasonable sense of mind and common sense. But for Indra, refuting the words of the old man was pamali. By Irul called ora ilok. Yes, they are filial children.

    For Indra, getting in-laws, mothers and fathers from Irul, is like getting a new parent. Understandably Indra already has no parents, no papi and mami anymore. So once I met with Irul's parents, how happy he was, as if to get his parents back. Moreover, Irul's mother is very pampering Indra, too dear and kind to Indra. Hence Indra felt like she did not want to refute him. Everyone treated Indra very well. Not only Irul's mother, but Irul's two younger sisters were also very good to Indra. So too were his nephews who swarmed to him.

    Well, of course they are very happy and love Indra. Because Indra is a beautiful and friendly woman. Easy to get along and can accept anyone. Not only his sister-in-law or his uncle came close to him, but also the brothers far from Irul as well as the neighbors who wanted to witness the beauty of Irul's wife closely. Indeed, for the villagers in his village of Irul, Indra looks very beautiful. The man was white, with narrowed eyes, wearing any beautiful ornate clothes.

    Like that afternoon, Indra helped her in-laws in the kitchen. Although only just a help, but by his parents-in-law, he was considered a good daughter-in-law, a diligent daughter-in-law, a daughter-in-law who wanted to help parents, a daughter-in-law who understood her in-laws. Such flattery certainly spread directly to his neighbors.

    "You just sit in front of there, same Irul .... No need to go to the kitchen .." her mother-in-law told Indra.

    "It's okay, Ma'am .... I can not be bengong ..." said Indra who still helped, even though only washing dishes and glasses.

    "Yes forgiven .... This is Irul's house in a mess .... Understand the house of the village ..." said his mother-in-law.

    "But it's huge, ma'am .... This is if in my place is the home of people in the village .." replied Indra.

    "God .... Lha is indeed in the village of Nik Indra this small house, so ...?" ask her mother-in-law.

    "Yes, it's housing, ma'am .... Also called RSS .... The house is very simple .... So, yes ..., just for the bed, Ms. ..." replied Indra.

    "Ooo .... It was yesterday who came here, his brother Nik Indra, yes ...?" ask her mother-in-law again.

    "Yes .... That's my aunt .." replied Indra.

    "Om Nik Indra kayak Jawa, yes ...?" said his mother-in-law again, who would be more happy with his daughter-in-law who can be invited to chat while cooking.

    "People Cirebon, Buk ..." replied Indra while arranging dishes and glasses.

    "Ooo .... Cirebon is far away huh, Nik ...?" ask her mother-in-law again, who would like to know her place.

    "If from here, yes far away, Buk .... If from Jakarta it is a bit close." replied Indra gave a picture.

    "Ooo .... Cedak Jakarta, to ..." her mother-in-law felt like she knew Jakarta.

    "It's okay .... Just help-help kok ..." said Indra who did not want to be told to sit idle.

    "The figure of the newlyweds is really complicated in the kitchen .." said his sister-in-law again.

    "Well, if the newlyweds can't say anything, Dek ...?" indra asked her sister-in-law who reprimanded it.

    "Yes, it should be in the room only, Ms. .., together with Mas Irul .... Let Cepet have offspring .... Hehehe ..." said his sister-in-law, who would quickly have a nephew.

    "Ih, shame .... Afraid you'll peep .... Hehe ..." said Indra who did not want to lose seduced.

    "Come ..., this cuisine is taken out .... We eat together ..." said his mother who had finished cooking.

    "Yes, Mak ..." said his daughter, his sister Irul, who immediately stuck the basil in the basket.

    Indra, his son-in-law also lifted the plate and spoon. Taken to the front desk, in the living room. There is a large table with wooden benches. The cuisine is placed on the table.

    "Come ..., eat together .... Let it be delicious and seger ..." said the mother who came out while carrying irus and centong.

    "Yes .... Let's eat together ..." said her husband, who of course immediately stood up to the dishes that had been served at the table.

    "Where is the ensemble, Mak ...?" ask one of the sons-in-law, his sister Irul's wife.

    "Yes ..., a moment ...!" his wife is still carrying the kitchen.

    "This .., vegetable soup equals tempeh fry .... Plus tomato sauce. The pleasure is not because ..." said his mother Irul.

    "Here, the fried chicken ...!" said his sister Irul who helped grapple with the cooking.

    Her father Irul ate immediately. One plate full, with vegetable soup and tomato sauce. Plus tempeh and fried chicken.

    Irul took a meal. He also eats like his father. Enjoy the taste, eat with vegetable soup ala village, although only I was put on display, but it feels very good.

    "Dek ..., let's eat ..." said Irul told his wife.

    "Yes, Mas .... This is already to take." replied Indra who had taken the rice.

    "Sik Indra, eat a lot ..." His sister-in-law told him too.

    "Yes, Deck .... This you know, there are many ..." replied Indra who certainly took all kinds of side dishes.

"Here, Deck .... Sit here ...." Irul told Indra to sit down.

    "Yes, Mas ..." said Indra who certainly obeyed her husband.

    But Indra, who was sitting close to her husband, called her nieces. The son of his sister Irul. Of course Indra immediately greeted the nephews. His two nephews according to him, even very spoiled with Indra. The two children were immediately fed by Indra.

    "Come ..., eat a lot .... Let her body be strong ..." said Indra while continuing to feed her two increasingly spoiled nephews.

    "Walah ..., I'm spoiled with Bude ..." said the boy's father.

    "Lho .... How are these kids ...? Why bother Bude ...?!" said his mother who was certainly shocked when she saw her son being fed by his sister-in-law.

    "No papa, Dek .... Let it be, this even runs out a lot you know.." said Indra who still feeds his nephew.

    "Yo wis ..., there add more ...!" her in-laws told Indra.

    "Yes, Ma'am ..." replied Indra.

    "Well, Ms Indra did not eat, this ...?! How was it fed to the nephews of all ...?" said his sister Irul.

    "Grandfather, Deck .... Mumpung wants to eat ..." said Indra.

    "Once in a while spoiled, yes, Deck .... Mumpung is fed with beautiful bude .... Hehe ..." said his father Irul.

    Of course, the nature or character of Indra like that is pleasant for his nephews. Moreover, his sisters-in-law, who would be very happy to see Indra who although very beautiful, but his heart is very good. And certainly the kindness of his pox is a story to his friends and neighbors. Surely his sisters will say that his pox is good and friendly, very close to his nephew, even his nephew is repeated or fed. And of course Cik Indra her brother's husband is not uncomfortable, does not feel disgusted and is not awkward eating with his family and nephew.

    Yes, as the saying goes, Irul was lucky. Got a very beautiful and kind wife like an angel. May the good times not only when the bride and groom have just. Tippi can last forever. As the ustad says, Irul and Indra can be a couple who are sadinah, mawaddah, warahmah, which means living in harmony, serenity, filled with peace, tranquility and happiness.