DRAGON CARVED JADE BRACELET
Chapter 156: CHOOSING A DECISION

Monday Afternoon, Returning from Semarang.

    "Dek ..., if for example we will come home to visit Pak Jamil's house how? The problem is we haven't been in communication for a week. We have not given word ..." said Irul to his wife, when going home from Semarang, after completing all financial matters of jewelry sales.

    Although the payment is by means of transfer, of course there is an administration that must be taken care of for the completion of the transaction. Luckily Indra uses the bank where he works first, of course many of his friends who help and must be facilitated by the process. Likewise with Mr. Andi Ming, who clearly has got the ease of transacting at the bank. And the process, it must be completed in a very fast time.

    "By, Mas .... But must buy souvenirs first .... Cook stopped by Mr. Jamil with empty hands .." replied his wife who certainly agreed. Two husband and wife are happy. Not just as a newlywed, but because he had just earned a huge amount of money. One billion.

    Finally, Irul and Indra stopped by the souvenir center shop, to buy snacks that would be given to the family of Pak Jamil and of course to his family in Lasem. Kinds of. There are wingko tripe, lumpia, moaci cake, presto bandeng, and speckled legit cake. Indra bought two packs. One pack will be given to Pak Jamil's family, and another pack to his in-laws.

    After finishing shopping for souvenirs, Indra again invited her husband to take a taxi. Which of course to be faster to the terminal, more comfortable and not complicated to bring souvenirs.

    "We took a taxi, Mas .... Let's get to the terminal faster" Indra told her husband.

    "Yes, Deck .... Nor is it sumuk, yes .... Hehe ..." said Irul who certainly strongly agreed to take a taxi, because his experience when leaving felt more comfortable. And of course, this time Irul was happy and happy, because they both had pocketed a billion in Indra's account. The capital that only just want to say what they say. Yes, at that time that much money was very extraordinary. Certainly, a smile always expands on the lips of the newlyweds.

    But of course, these two married people are adults, who can reduce the overflow of emotions of joy. Although they were receiving immeasurable sustenance, and all of that was beyond their expectations, they showed no signs of becoming a new rich man. They remained calm, as if nothing had ever happened in their lives. Although actually their heart was beating fast, and maybe the blood flow spread faster throughout his body. Sometimes his fingers or toes tremble a little.

    And all that becomes more very calm, when they have entered and sat in the bus seat Indonesia Raya majoring Semarang - Surabaya. They sit down to be crowded. Irul is on the right side close to the street in and out of people, while Indra sits on her left side Irul, near a window that can see the scenery on the left side of the bus. Of course while holding hands. Irul's left hand was held tightly by Indra's two hands. Despite sitting by the window, Indra did not see the scenery outside, but rather leaned her head on her husband's shoulders. Must be with a happy smile.

    "Dek ..., later if we stay at Juwana, how?" ask Irul to his wife.

    "Are we staying at Pak Jamil ...?" his wife asked back.

    "If Dek Indra wants, ndak papa .... So we are not in a hurry to go home" replied Irul who would rather agree if not overnight on the road.

    "You have delivered our plan, Mas ..." said Indra.

    "Yes .... We'll talk about it tonight with Mr. Jamil." added Irul.

    After that, Indra was asleep. Sleeping on her husband's shoulders. Irul returns to look after his wife, as the duty of a responsible husband. However, the sense of happiness that enveloped his heart, did not make his eyes sleepy. And clearly, along the way Irul's wishful thinking drifted everywhere. Of course, the desire to have a large and complete grocery store. With those daydreams, it turned out to make his journey was not felt. And the speeding bus was close to its destination.

    "Jewana ..., Juwana ...! Be prepared ...!" the bus conductor gave a warning.

    "Dek ..., wake .... We're gonna get there." Irul woke his wife.

    "Eh, yes .., Mas ...." Indra stammered, and immediately rubbed his eyes. Then allow the jacket worn, and arrange a small bag that is attached and remains in the jacket. Although the bag was small, it contained a very valuable treasure.

    Irul was already standing up, taking out the snack cardboard that had been placed under his chair. Hanging the two boxes walked over to the front door. His wife followed behind him, which of course while holding onto Irul's arm.

    And when the bus stopped, the kernet opened the door, his hand holding the arm of Irul who set foot down to Ratan. Next Indra who also came down with the help of the kernet earlier.

    "Sir ..., tricyc ...!" Irul called the pedicab boy.

    The so-called rickshawman directly pushed his pedicab towards Irul and Indra.

    "Where ..., Mas ...?" ask the rickshawman, while lifting the rear wheels, so that the front decreases to make it easier for passengers to ride.

    "Naga Village, sir .." replied Irul, who would go directly to the house of Mr. Jamil.

    "Magih ..." replied the rickshawman, who immediately ramped up his tricycles towards Kampung Naga.

    Not long, only about five minutes, the pedicabeer had arrived. Even into the yard of Mr. Jamil's house, like the cue given by Irul. Then Irul and Indra, came down from the rickshaw.

    "Lhoh ..., Mas Irul ...! yelled Juminem who was on the porch of his house.

    Hearing the cry of her mother who mentioned Iru's name, Melian who was inside the house immediately came out.

    "Where, Mak ..., Mas Irul ...?!" tenya Melian from the house.

    "This .... Mas Irul the same Ms Indra ...!" replied mother.

    "Mas Irul ........." Melian immediately hit Irul who was standing on the terrace of the house with Ms Indra. Of course hugging tightly the body of the man who missed it so much.

    Indra could only look at her husband who was embraced by Melian. She let Melian take off her miss to her husband. Of course Indra is not jealous, because indeed Melian is very spoiled when with Irul.

    "C.I.e., ee ..., ee .... Don't just go outside ...! Saru .... Come on, come in ...!" said Juminem who immediately invited his guest into the house.

    Irul and Indra followed their host, entering the living room. Of course it still holds two boxes containing souvenirs.

    "Melian .., this is a gift for you ..." said Indra who gave a cardboard to Melian.

    "Thank you, Ms. Indra .... Is this ...?" said Melian who received a gift from Cik Indra, who of course immediately asked the contents.

    "Campaign .... Your favorite .... Just open it, let's not sweat." replied Cik Indra who knew Melian's favorite while boarding together in Semarang.

    "Ashik .... How lumpia? Is Miss Indra from Semarang?" of course Melian guessed.

    "Yes .... There is business in Semarang ..." replied Ms. Indra.

    "This, Ms. Indra ..., Mas Irul .... Drinking warm tea .... Walah ..., I bothered to bring everything .... Indeed Ms Indra to Semarang same Mas Irul since when?" asked Juminem who was also curious, when presenting tea for his guests.

    "So morning, Mbak Jum ..." replied Ms Indra.

    "Body, Ma'am .... Conflat in the market ..." added Irul.

    "Oi .... Kalli, to .... Aren't you tired?" said Juminem who certainly knows tired of people commuting to take a bus to a faraway place.

    "Yes, Mother .... After that in Semarang no longer have a boarding place ..." said Indra.

    Outside the house, there was the sound of vehicles coming. It must be Mr. Jamil who came home from work. And it turned out to be true. The sound of the motor has arrived on the terrace.

    "Wue .., pantesan kok from outside the flower smell sribit-sribit .... Turns out there's a newlywed coming ...." Jamil who had just arrived, went straight into the living room, met and greeted Irul and Indra.

    "Yes, Mr. Jamil ..." said Irul.

    "Even from before?" ask Jamil.

    "Should have arrived, Mr. .." replied Irul.

    "This is from Semarang, sir .... Stop by our house .... It was thanks to Melian's spring rolls of pleasure" said Juminem, who explained to her husband.

    "There's a moment's business, Mr. Jamil .... Not good if you have to disturb the worship of Mas Tarno .." replied Irul who certainly did not reveal his secret.

    "To her workplace Ms Indra ...?" ask Jamil again who tries to know.

    "Rubber, Mr. Jamil .... Business with friends .... Just a moment, kok ..." replied Indra to reassure.

    "Lha, keep ..., what's the result? Ms Indra wants another job?" ask Jamil who wants to know.

    "No, Mr. Jamil .... The plan is to open a food stall in Lasem only, sir ...." Indra began to convey his intention, of course, so that Mr. Jamil can release his husband from his job in the Milky Way. As desired by Indra, who wants to open a business selling groceries, as a livelihood, which certainly in accordance with the story of her husband when he was young, as an employee at his kiosk Babah Ho.

    "Lhoh ..., Ms Indra wants to stay in Lasem ...? Want to sell sembako ...?" Jamil was shocked. And of course Juminem was also confused to hear it.

    "Indeed Cik Indra want to sell in Lasem Market? Like Babah Ho was?" Juminem straight up.

    "Wear the kiosk just crank ...." Melian also chimed.

    "Yes, Mr. Jamil .... Yes, Ma'am Jum .... Maybe that's what we can do .... Because I'm out of work, and I don't have a job if I have to stay in Lasem ....That's why we want to sell sembako ..." Indra explained to Jamil and Juminem.

    "The kiosk has been bought by people, Mel .." Irul told Melian.

    "But Mas Irul still works here, right ...?" Melian immediately swept.

    "I want to be a grocer again .... As in the past as a staff member crank .... Hehehe ..." said Irul who certainly tried to make Melian not disappointed.

    "Lho ....... It's tomorrow who's sending Melian to school, who?" Melian immediately jumped.

    "Hike the motor itself .... Can already ride the motor ..." replied Irul who has often taught Melian to ride the motorbike. Even secretly if leaving or going home, actually driving the vehicle Melian, Irul just hitchhiking while guiding.

    "Iih .., Mas Irul .... Melian doesn't have a SIM ...."

    "Indeed Melian can already ride a motorbike?" asked father.

    "Already, Sir .... Go home that drove Melian, kok ..." replied Irul who opened Melian's secret.

    "Yes .., already .... He said he wanted to buy a new bike ..., where, sir ...?" Melian immediately took his father's promise.

    "Correct? Can you ride your own bike?" his father still doubted.

    "Iih ..., Pake no service ...." Melian doesn't want to be ridiculed.

    "Yes .., if you can ride a motorcycle, tomorrow Pak-e buy it. What kind of duck bike?" jamil said to his son, who would certainly keep the promise to buy a motorcycle. For Jamil, to buy his son's motorbike is easy. But the important thing is that his son must be more diligent in learning.

    "Lha if Mas Irul later wants to be a shopper to send groceries like before, it means no longer work here ...?" ask the new Juminem ngeh with his teasing Irul on Melian.

    "Lhoh ..., did Mas Irul not work at our place anymore? Who sleeps in whose factory? Who cleans every morning and opens the door, who?" ask Jamil who also just realized that Irul will come out.

    "The plan is so, Mr. Jamil .., Mbak Juminem .... But this is just a plan. Because we have no place to sell. Tomorrow we will find a place." replied Irul.

    "Lha mbok open kiosk here only .... Let's be close .... Later Cik Indra who guards the store, Mas Irul still works at our place ...." Jamil tried to provide an alternative.

    "Sorry, Mr. Jamil .... This is just a plan. Because frankly we have no place. However, Mak-e and Pak-e are old, Mr. Jamil .... They want us to stay at home, because the sisters are no longer there to accompany the parents. Jadp we do think to open a business close to home." explained Irul to Pak Jamil and Mbak Juminem.

    "Betul as well, Mas Irul .... Parents are indeed the owner of the children are close ..." said Juminem, who certainly remember when Melian left in Semarang. Hence when Melian moved to school in Pati, Juminem calmed his mind more.

    "Yes .... I can't ban it, Mas Irul .... But our brotherhood should not be cut off. We remain brothers, Mas Irul .... Must visit each other, must inform each other ..." said Jamil who resigned with Irul's choice.

    "Everything Mas Irul and Ms Indra must often play here ..." said Melian which is certainly also heavy if left Irul.

    "Melian also often look at us ..." said Cik Indra reply.

    "Yes, Mr. Jamil .... This has not been done in the near future. We are still looking for a place. Pray we can succeed, sir ..." said Irul who certainly asked for the blessing of Jamil who was considered his own parents.

    "Surely, Mas Irul .... But tonight Mas Irul and Ms Indra sleep here, right? There is no transportation to Lasem ..." said Jamil who also wanted to know that Irul and Indra would stay.

    "Yes, Sir .... It's late." replied Irul.

    "Ashik .... Ms. Indra slept with me alone ..." said Melian who would love to sleep with Ms. Indra again.

    "Eeeh .., Melian ..., Ms. Indra has a husband .... Yes let me sleep with Mas Irul ..." said Juminem who reminded his son.

    "It's okay, Ma'am Jum .... Let me sleep tonight with Melian .... To let go of longing ..." said Indra who knew Melian's feelings.

    "Please get permission, sir .., I sleep in the factory, all of you take my clothes" Irul told his boss.

    "Will I go home tomorrow? Don't stay here for a few days, do you?" ask Jamil.

    "This, snacks for in-laws will be stale, sir ..." said Indra while showing the cardboard contents of snacks, which of course the contents as opened by Melian.

    "God .... Yo wis .... But I order the same Mas Irul, Ms. Indra .., if tomorrow there is a friend who is a ghost or has a job, I ask Mas Irul same Cik Indra to come, to tie the cord of our employees" said Jamil who certainly wants Irul and Indra not to forget his friends.

    "Neggih, Mr. Jamil .... I will try." replied Irul.

    "Well, this .., soon, Ma'am Ika also wants a spell .... Got a three-child widower .... It seems frustrated because Mas Irul married Ms. Indra .." said Jamil who immediately told Irul and Indra.

    "Take the hell, Mr ...?!" Irul was amazed, of course shocked to hear the news of Mbak Ika who can only widows who already have three children.

    "Beautiful Mother Ika, who was in the store, sir ...?" ask Indra who was curious.

    "Yes .., right, Ms. ..." replied Jamil.

    "Yes, Sir .... Anyway if there is anything, we ask to be informed ..." said Irul.

    "Call me, sir .... Let it be easy" said Indra who would be faster to send news by phone.

    "Yes, Ms .... Later if there is anything, I will call" said Jamil which would be easier for news.

    That night, Ms. Indra actually slept with Melian. While Irul, sleeping in his room which he used, behind the factory. Of course while packing the clothes that are there.

    Jamil and Juminem, in his room, could not sleep, thinking of Irul returning to Lasem. Of course they are very lost reliable manpower in the factory. But that is the life choice. And Irul with Indra has decided.