DRAGON CARVED JADE BRACELET
Chapter 154: BER-UANG

    "Mas Irul .., tomorrow Monday we go to Semarang. I have made an agreement with the jeweler to offer the diamond that Mas Irul wants to sell" she told her husband, as she flocked home from the streets.

    "Should it be me, Deck?" ask Irul who must have other thoughts.

    "Yes, Mas .... Cook Mas Irul could take off his wife traveling alone. Kan now Indra has people who keep my safety .... Yes, Mas ..." said Indra who of course while sticking her lips in her husband's ears, to make it sound clear.

    "Yes .... What time is the plan?" asked Irul, who certainly did not dare to refuse his wife's request. Especially this time it was a matter of the future. His wife has tried her best in finding a way to get capital, so Irul as a husband must support and accompany to go to Semarang. Especially if later the goods to be sold are really sold, surely his wife will bring money, must be careful if taking public transportation. If it reaches poverty, it does not even open a business. So Irul also intends to take and take care of his wife.

    "Usahakan we have arrived in Semarang at nine, Mas .... So that later it will be more flexible to engage. Because of course Mr. Andi Ming is not just waiting for us, but rich people are usually busy dealing with his business that is everywhere." replied Indra who would have considered the difficulty of meeting the boss of the gold shop.

    "Then tomorrow we leave at dawn. About five o'clock from home. Tomorrow we ride the bike from home, we keep the bike in the market. We take the Surabaya bus - Semarang intercepts in front of the market" said Irul to his wife, which certainly makes Indra become relieved.

    As planned, Monday morning, after dawn, Irul had everything ready. Including carrying a rangsel bag that will later be used to insert the jacket when visiting. While Indra prepares office bags, which of course for wallet and mobile phone and other women's needs. Well, her name is a woman, even though her face is already beautiful like an angel, still carrying powder and lipstick.

    And after saying goodbye to his parents, they prepared to leave. Of course his parents are a bit worried, if the child and his daughter-in-law will not go home again. But after it was explained that his departure to Semarang was only to take care of work, and said that later in the afternoon had gone home, then his parents, especially his mother, could accept the reality. Of course the new mother-in-law unfortunately with the son-in-law who has long coveted it. And now when the son-in-law was really present, with a beautiful face and diligent and kind, then his mother Irul did not want to be left behind. At least, Indra was the epitome of her in-laws pride.

    Irul and Indra made a splash, from home riding a motorcycle, which will later be entrusted to the market. There are certainly many contacts in the market. Irul has worked in Lasem Market for a long time, so many are familiar with it. And that makes it easy to ride the bike.

    "Kang, I put the bike first .... Maybe until the afternoon, because I'm going to Semarang ..." said Irul to the parking attendant who was familiar with it.

    "Well, how until the afternoon ...? What if I go home?" ask the parking guy.

    "Take it first .... I'll take it at your house." replied Irul casually.

    "What's going on in Semarang?" ask the parking lot to Irul.

    "Occupation order .... Here, take my wife .... Thank you, yes .... Here I want to take the bus." replied Irul who went straight to the side of the road, to intercept the bus from Surabaya.

    "Yo, wis ..., ati-ati .... Don't forget about it .... Haha ..." said the parking attendant whose forest was close to the market.

    Only a moment Irul and Indra waited for the bus, which immediately there was a bus passing by. Indonesia Raya Bus. Irul and Indra went straight up. There are still empty seats. They can sit, even if not one bench, still lined up. Coincidentally the father who was next to him Indra was a good man. He switched seats with Irul. Finally, Indra and Irul sat on one bench.

    "Karcis ..., karcis ..., karcis ..." The bus conductor passed nearby Irul.

    Irul immediately reached into the wallet, paying the fare.

    "Semarang, two people, sir .." said Irul while giving the fare.

    Of course the conductor immediately tore two tickets by crossing out the writing of Semarang, proof that this person will later go down in Semarang.

    Indra, who was sitting next to her husband, immediately put her head on Irul's shoulder. Understandably, it is still too dark. The cold AC bus makes people have to cross their side. And the drowsiness still lingers in his eyes. So once he got a comfortable backrest, Indra closed his eyes again.

    Unlike Irul, as a husband who must be responsible for caring for his wife. So in that bus, he couldn't possibly close his eyes. Not only take care of his wife, but also keep his wife's bag, even though it has been put in a jacket, and keep valuables that are expected to be a source of livelihood. Although sleepy, Irul still trying to wake up. Especially when passengers are crowded, many are standing crowded. Usually, people who have to go to work in the morning. Of course the condition of passengers who jostle is very risky with copet. So Irul is more alert and careful.

    "Region ..., region ..., region ...!" the bus conductor shouted, telling him that the bus had reached the industrial area, the border between Demak and Semarang, many factories in the region.

    The bus slowed down. Then move. Many passengers got off. Factory employees working in industrial areas. After the factory employees got off, the bus went back empty. Passengers are a little.

    "Semarang out ...! It runs out ...!" the conductor shouted back. Notifying passengers, if the bus has reached Semarang.

    Indonesia Raya bus is already in Terboyo Terminal. All passengers get off.

    "Deck .... Wake, Deck .... It's here." said Irul woke up his wife.

    "Huh ...?! It has arrived ...?!" The awakened senses were shocked.

    "Yes .., let's get off" said Irul, who held his wife's hand, and led her down from the bus. Of course it still staggered because of the soundness while sleeping.

    "Attar to the back first, Mas .... I want to pee ..." said Indra who certainly could not bear to hold the art on the way from Lasem to Semarang. Three hours long.

    "Yes .... Come ..." said Irul who immediately drove his wife, and of course Irul also had to waste art. Of course while washing your face. Waiting for his wife outside the bathroom. Yeah, if women must be a little old.

    After his wife came out, he took off his jacket. It even looks more fresh and beautiful. Of course I've been wearing powder and lispstick. Clothes that are worn are like work clothes in an office. Inside was wearing a white shirt with the outside wearing a blezer. Looks very graceful.

    "Mas ..., the jacket is removed. Put it in Mas Irul's bag, yeah .... Well, Mas Irul wearing long sleeves like this looks more cool, like a young boy" said his wife who styled his clothes Irul. Plain light blue shirt, long sleeves inserted in black color pants. Lucky yesterday when married bought pantofel shoes by Mr. Jamil. Now he wears it. Really handsome turns in Irul. Then his hair was told to wet a little water and combed neatly.

    "Have, Deck?" ask Irul to his wife.

    Indra did not answer. Just smiling while looking at her husband who really looks cool.

    "We took a taxi, Mas Irul .... Let it be comfortable and fast" Indra told her husband.

    "Hah ..., take a taxi ...?! It's not expensive, Dek ...?" ask Irul who is certainly worried about the expensive cost.

    "If riding the angkot, difficult, Mas .... Should change .... And long .... We have time, Mas ..." said Indra who had invited her husband out to the terboyo terminal page.

    "Taxi, Mas ...? Taxi, Ms ...?" said the taxi driver who left on the terminal page.

    "Yes, Sir .... Take it to Krangan, yes ..." said Indra who immediately followed the taxi driver to his car.

    Irul who did not understand and had never taken a taxi at all, just followed his wife. He just according. The two men got into the taxi the driver had opened the door to.

    "Where, Ms ...?" the driver asked, taking a taxi out of the parking lot.

    "Ready ..." said the driver who immediately stepped on the gas, heading in the direction of the city. Krangan area to the south of Johar Market.

    Not long. In just about twenty minutes, the taxi had already stopped in front of the Krangan Gold Shop. Exactly nine o'clock in the morning. If you ride the angkot, it could be an hour has not arrived. That's the advantage of taking a taxi. It can be faster, more comfortable and safer.

    After paying the taxi fare, Indra got off with her husband. Then to a fairly large and crowded jewelry store. Of course, that serves the purchase is also a lot. And of course when Indra and Irul entered the store, the waiter immediately approached.

    "What are you looking for, Ms ...? Bracelet ..., necklace ..., or ring ...?" ask the waiter.

    "Sorry, Ma'am .... We would like to see Mr Andi Ming? From Cik Indra .... Yesterday's the deal." Indra said to the gold shop waiter.

    "Wait a minute, Miss ..." said the waiter, who went straight in to tell his boss.

    And a little later, "Hello .., hello ..., hello .... Ms Indra, newlyweds ..., how are you?" a middle-aged man, fat, white and narrow-eyed, wearing a large gold necklace around his neck, also wore a chain-like mongoose as well as gold. Only wear white t-shirts and shorts. That's the boss of the jewelry store in Krangan.

    "Good, Om .... This is my husband, who used to manage his business Babah Ho in Lasem .." said Indra who greeted the boss, and immediately introduced her husband. Irul also went to greet the boss.

    "Let's go in ..." the jeweler's boss took Indra and her husband into the inner room. Yes, of course, the workspace. Because for these people of Chinese descent, no place should be empty. Everything should be used for effort.

    "Mi ...! This is the guest I told you about yesterday .... Ms. Indra, a former bank clerk who Papi used to meet often ..." said Om Andi Ming to his wife.

    "Oh, yes .... I have also seen it in the bank .... Please drink, it's a tea bottle ..." said his wife Om Andi Ming who while giving a tea bottle.

    "Say the wedding party was very crowded, yes ...? There was just everything that enlivened ..." said the jewelry boss.

    "Kok Om Andi know?" ask Indra.

    "That's, Cik Indra's friends who work at the bank on the story .... Well, baby ..., I wasn't invited ..." said the boss.

    "Sorry, Om Andi .... Too far the place ..." said Indra, who certainly did not invite everyone, let alone those who are not so familiar.

    "This means, Ms Indra is no longer working in the bank?" ask the boss.

    "No, Om .... Understandably, Lasem is a small town, there is no branch of our bank .... Therefore, Om, we want to find capital for business there ..." replied Indra.

    "Ooo ..., like that, yeah .... Keep going, what business plan to open?" ask the jeweler.

    "Open a basic kiosk, Om .... But frankly our capital is lacking .... That's why we came here to ask Om Andi to help buy our gemstones" said Indra who looks clear because it needs funds.

    "But not just apply for credit? The former bank clerk has facilities ..." said the jeweler, who was surprised, the bank employee did not want credit at the bank.

    "My husband doesn't want to be in debt. Afraid of being a burden on our lives." replied Indra.

    "Can I see the stuff? Gems to be sold ..." asked the jeweler's boss to Indra.

    Indra immediately turned to her husband, of course asking for the goods to be sold. Then Irul reached into his pocket. Take a jewelry wallet. Take out the white silk cloth that was inside the jewelry wallet. Two gemstones the size of a quail egg. One is clear white, while the other is purplish pink.

    "Like this, Om Andi ..." said Indra handed over two gemstones on top of the piece of silk cloth.

    "Russia .... This is truly remarkable .. " said the jeweler who immediately held a stone with his thumb and index finger, then brought it close to his sight.

    "How about, Om ...?" asked Indra who continued to observe the fat white man who looked very impressed.

    "It's a diamond, Miss Indra .... The larger the carat of this diamond, of course the price of diamonds is also increasingly expensive. In addition to carat or size and weight, the price of diamonds is also influenced by the cut, which in terms there is called cut, then clarity or clarity, and color or color. Two diamonds belonging to Cik Indra are very rare and really special .... I can't afford it, Ms .... This takes a myriad of money ..." said the jewelry boss, of course while the mangosteen because it was very impressed with the beauty of the two gemstones that Irul brought.

    "Certain ..., what should I do, Om ...? Frankly we need money for capital. Help us, Om.." said Indra who.

    "If I offer it to someone else, what?" ask the jeweler.

    "If we don't know, I can't take this thing off, Om.." suddenly Irul makes a sound, which of course objected that the gem reached a person he didn't know.

    "Yes, too .... Because it's expensive stuff .... Just look .... I want to help, but I am also looking for profit. Sorry, because I'm a trader. I sell there must be a profit" said the jewelry boss, who certainly does not want to lose.

    "How about, Om ...?" ask Indra.

    "Come, Ms .... I bought one of these gems, the purplish-red one ..., with a deal priced at a billion. Problem later I sell to collectors how much sales, that's my profit .... How's it?" said the jewelry boss who had dared to bid a billion.

    Indra looked at Irul, certainly asking for approval with her husband. Irul just nodded his head, agreeing. For Irul, hearing the words of a billion, it had already shocked his heart. Not a small amount of money. But if brought to Lasem, it can be used to build the market.

    "My one billion dollars later if it has become this gemstone, not necessarily two and three months have returned. Frankly we need a collector whose money is also big, Ms. Indra .... If you agree, we go straight to the bank. My money is transfer. Okay, yeah ...?" said the jewelry boss who is certainly also very crazy about the gemstone from Irul. But it was a huge amount of money for 2005.

    "Look, Om Andi Ming .... My husband and I agreed, agreed with the price. And certainly agree to be transferred. But frankly I ask for additional to buy souvenirs for in-laws. Can I get a little extra cash?" indra said that is good at carrying.

    "okay .... Doesn't matter. Later I will increase the transportation and souvenirs" said the jewelry boss.

    "Thank you, Om Andi Ming .... Om Andi has helped us a lot" said Indra who is certainly very happy to have been helped by the businessman.

    "I also thank you .... The red gem I kept. This white shard, please keep it back. Careful bring. We went to the bank together. But my message is the same Mas Irul and Ms Indra, please that the clear diamond is not sold to anyone else .... Tomorrow if this one sells, that one I'll buy. Hehe ..." said the jewelry boss, who was certainly laughing happily, because he had obtained a special and very rare item. In the international market, it will definitely sell at a price of more than double.

    They also went to the bank. The place where Ms Indra used to work. It must be very crowded there, because of the arrival of Indra, the newlyweds who will definitely be cornered by his friends.

    But clearly, Indra and Irul were overjoyed. Because his business capital is already in his grasp. The two of them are now completely in the money.