DRAGON CARVED JADE BRACELET
Chapter 158: WHAT IS SCARY?

    "I want to transfer to the same school Mas Irul ...!" said Melian who was already wearing her High School uniform and carrying a backpack.

    "Cn ..., Nduk .... Pov, leh .... Mas Irul will go home to Lasem ..." said his mother who certainly pityed Irul who was forced to deliver his son's school.

    "No .... Mas Irul has not worked, has not had a store .... No papa lunch home .... Anyway did send Melian school first ...!" Melian who kept holding Irul's hand.

    "Melian .., ushered Pak-e wae, yo .... Later, Pak-e stopped by the motorcycle dealer ..." said Jamil who also seduced his son.

    "Ndakn't ...! Anyway Melian wants to be delivered Mas Irul ...!" Melian still doesn't want to.

    "We, lha .... Boy ki piye, leh ...?!" Juminem is confused.

    "Mas ..., take Melian to school first .... I waited a minute not papa ...." Indra whispered to her husband, who knew Melian would lash out constantly. It's sad not to go to school anymore. Well, the name is also children, sometimes the potency is very outrageous.

    "Yes already .., let's go Mas Irul inter.." said Irul who immediately went up to the motorbike and turned on the engine.

    That morning, Irul was supposed to be going home to Lasem with his wife, but Melian actually forced Irul to deliver school. Not to be delivered by his father. Want to not, Irul relented. Deliver Melian to school.

    "Yeah .... Hehe .... I was ushered in Mas Irul ...." When Irul had climbed on the bike, and had turned on the bike, Melian immediately laughed happily.

    "Dasar .., spoiled child ..." said his mother who was certainly annoyed at the attitude of her child.

    "Patience, Mbak Jum ..." said Ms. Indra who of course was also nervous with the spoiled child.

    "Sorry .., Ms. Indra .... Melian is certainly her own thing .." said Juminem to Indra, who was forced to postpone her return because of Melian.

    "It's okay .... His name is also children .... Surely he misses the same Mas Irul ..." Indra told Juminem.

    "Yes .... Come on, wait inside just .... While continuing the breakfast." said Juminem who immediately peddled Indra back in.

    Meanwhile, on Jalan Raya Juwana - Pati, when Irul drove Melian to school, as usual, Melian immediately talked a lot. Talk all the way.

    "Mas Irul's .... Why open a shop in Lasem? It will be good in Juwana, work in the place of Pak-e ..." said Melian who was certainly sad that Irul had to return to Lasem. He will be lonely.

    "Maye .... Mas Irul was married .., same Ms. Indra .... Now Ms Indra is not working, but we need additional income to live together .... If I am the same Ms Indra not effort, or work in order to earn more income, continue to eat what ...? Then .... In Juwana, I was only in the house of Mr. Jamil who was in the factory. If for example Cik Indra I invite to live there, how do the employees say ...? Not bad, Mel ..." explained Irul to Melian on the way.

    "If Melian misses, what?" ask Melian.

    "If Melian is missing, Melian dolan to Lasem .... If Mas Irul is missing, Mas Irul who dolan to Juwana .... Easy, right ..." replied Irul who did not want to convoluted.

    Melian was silent for a moment. It must have been permeating Irul's words. It seems easy. If Melian were to miss, she would go to Lasem to meet Irul. And if Irul is missing, he comes to Juwana to meet Melian. But is it really that easy? While currently in Lasem Mas Irul it has been with others, namely Cik Indra. Surely Mas Irul will be more busy managing trading and Ms. Indra than Melian.

    "Mas Irul ..." said Melian who clutched her body tightly. Like a boy dating.

    "Hmmm ..." murmured Irul.

    "Melian was afraid ..." said Melian who increasingly clasped Irul.

    "Fear what ...?" ask Irul.

    "Fear of losing Mas Irul ..." said Melian suddenly.

    "Fear to lose how ...? Juwana - Lasem it's not far, Mel .... Near .... So every time you meet, you can definitely ....What is feared ...?" irul told Melian.

    Melian silent. Not speaking any more words. Maybe I'm out of words. But the look on his face clearly showed sadness. It was as if he was going to part with Irul for a very long time. It was as if he was going to part with Irul over a great distance. So that sadness was really visible on his face.

    Until finally, Irul stopped his motorbike in front of the school. Melian High School.

    "It's over, Mel .... There, in .... It will be too late, you know." said Irul.

    "Yes, Mum ...." Melian down from the fucking spit. Walk towards the gate.

    "Eh, Mel .... Salim used to be the same Mas Irul ...!" said Irul who gave his hand.

    "Yes, Mas Irul ...." Melian shook Irul, and kissed her hand, as if she had been delivered by her father.

    "Well ..., so .... Tomorrow if you are free, take Mak-e with Pak-e to Lasem. We made a pilgrimage to Mamah's tomb .." said Irul to Melian, before the boy entered the school gate.

    "Yes, Mas .... I want to ...!" Melian was happy again. Of course because it was reminded to go to Mamah's place. Then Melian ran over, entered her school.

    Irul observed the teenage girl with a happy smile.

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    Irul and Indra returned from Juwana by taking an economic bus headed Kudus - Rembang. If you wait for Surabaya majors too long. So to speed up the trip, they took a regular bus. The number of buses is definitely more. It only stops at the terminal. Its alright. For Irul, the important thing is to go straight.

    Indeed, to bus towards Lasem is very difficult. Only Surabaya buses or night buses that pass through Lasem. But if it rises from Juwana, the cost will be asked to pay the same as if to Surabaya. So it is more expensive when compared to bus majors Kudus - Pati - Rembang.

    "Sir, we'll go down in Rembang. The bus was just until Rembang" said Irul to his wife, who certainly told him first so that later his wife was not surprised. Indeed, at that time buses in the province mostly only reached Rembang. All that passes in Lasem are inter-provincial buses.

    "No papa, Mas .... The important thing until." replied Indra who did not want to protest.

    "Later from Rembang to Lasem, we ride Tosa .... That is, a three-wheeled motor that is made toothless" said Irul again.

    "Yes, Mas .... It's okay .... The important thing until." replied Indra who had realized on the shoulders of her husband.

    But his wife did not answer. It's not even moving. Irul tried to look. His wife had fallen asleep well. Irul smiled looking at his beautiful wife's face.

    "It is fortunate that I have a beautiful wife ..." so said Irul.

    The bus kept going. Buses slow, stay fast on the highway. So many motorcycles that succumb if passed by the bus or will be overtaken. Just because the wind makes the motor float. But of course this bus often stops to raise or lower passengers. Understandably, this is an economy bus that transports all passengers with destinations far and near. Passengers who ascended also from the lower ecomomy. Certainly the baskets, market traders, factory employees and ordinary people with limited pockets.

    Surprisingly, it is precisely this economic bus that often occurs in cases of copetacy. Probably because of the inexperienced passengers. Therefore, even though he did not bring excess property or a lot of money, Irul remained careful. Don't get targeted by the copet. As when leaving, his wife's small bag is in the jacket, so it is not visible if carrying a bag.

    An hour drive, finally, the bus that was boarded was already into the terminal Rembang. Terminal close to Kartini Beach, the mainstay of Rembang City.

    "The development is over ...!! Rembang is over ...!!" the bus conductor shouted.

    The driver had already sidestepped his bus at the drop-off point. While the conductor who had shouted told the passengers, had gone down and went straight to the stall. Raise the iced tea glass and drink it.

    "Dek ..., wake .... Already arrived ..." said irul woke his wife.

    "Eh .., yes, Mas ..." replied Indra who immediately stood up while twisting her waist.

    Irul and Indra get off the bus, of course while holding a cardboard luggage from Semarang, which contains souvenirs for his parents.

    "Mas ..., anter I peed first, yes ..." Indra said to her husband. Indeed, women have a rather difficult time withholding urine.

    "Yes .... That's his WC right there" said Irul, who showed his wife, and walked into the restroom. Of course while stripping cardboard.

    When she finished, from the restroom, Indra smiled at her husband who was waiting next to the restroom.

    "Remain of smiles ...?" ask husband.

    "Lega ..." replied Indra whose smile was getting wider.

    "Come, we ride Tosa .... But don't sleep anymore .... It's close" said Irul, who asked his wife to walk out of the terminal, to intercept the angkot from Tosa. Yes, in the area Rembang transport of three-wheeled motors is very common. And apparently, the transportation business there using the three-wheeled vehicle, which is modified like an angkot, with the added roof top.

    In front of the terminal, there was already Tosa who stopped waiting for him.

    "Lasem, Mr ...?" ask Irul to the driver of Tosa.

    "Yes, Mas .... Come on up ..." replied the driver whose head was wearing a helmet.

    Irul and his wife went straight up to the angkot. There were two women sitting there. It may be sold out in the market, because it carries a shawl and basket.

    The driver was still looking, looking for passengers. But finally the way, after from the terminal is no longer visible people who come out. The antique transport was traveling at a fairly slow pace. Maybe it can't be tight. Or maybe looking for passengers.

    "Don't sleep, Dek ..." said Irul to his wife who had started to put her head on his shoulder.

    "Yes, Mas .... That night I couldn't sleep, Mom .... That's why I'm so sleepy." replied Indra.

    "Why ...?" ask husband.

    "Ih, Mom .... I'm afraid ..." replied Indra.

     "Fear what ...?" ask Irul.

    "Ih .., anyway serem, Mas .... I dare not sleep ..." replied Indra again.

    "Yes .... What is the seremnya because? What was? What are you doing?" irul is curious.

    "Mas .., that's Melian kok serem's house, yeah .... There's something that scares me, Mas .... And I was really scared ..." said Indra who remembered the events last night.

    "That's just your feeling, Dek .." said Irul to calm his wife down.

    "Ih, right, Mas .... I'm not lying ..." said Indra.

    "Yes already .... Later until home, Dek Indra sleeps again ..." said Irul while holding his wife's hand.

    "Mas, help me, yes ....Take good care of Indra, Mas .... Don't hurt Indra. I'm afraid that what I saw last night will come true ..." said Indra who was compassionate to her husband.

    "Patience, Deck .... Later we will talk at home .." replied Irul to calm his wife. He must be confused by what his wife was talking about. Afraid of what he felt? Last morning Melian was scared, now her wife is scared too. What the hell is this really?

    The car arrived in front of the Lasem Market. Indra and Irul are down. Irul paid his fare to the angkot rider. Then walk to the motor park. But before arriving at the parking lot, Irul bought a cigarette as a wage that has driven his motorcycle.

    "Mas Irul's .... Waah, he said come home in the afternoon, lha kok until nginep .... Wealah ..." said the parking attendant.

    "I'm sorry, it didn't finish a day .... Here, cigarette, make a isep ..." replied Irul who while giving cigarettes and adding parking money.

    "God, yeah .... Thank you, Mas Irul .... Here's the contact" said the parking attendant who gave the keys to Irul's motorbike, which was certainly prepared by the parking attendant.

    Irul immediately turned on his motor. Jolted up a few new times the sound. Understand old motor. Then he shook his wife to go home immediately, because his wife was not sleeping last night, must be sleepy. The piggybacking senses, while holding a gift-by.**** ride on the old motorbike, they both look friendly. The motor drove off the market.

    "Lhoh ..., Irul ki bojone Cino, yes ...?" ask the person sitting in the parking lot.

    "His brother Babah Ho in Semarang .." replied the parking attendant.

    "Ooo .... Pantheshine ...."