DRAGON CARVED JADE BRACELET
Chapter 159: FINDING A PLACE OF BUSINESS

    Indra was again the talk of her in-laws. Of course because coming home from Semarang with a very large number of snacks. As always, his daughters and daughters-in-law and grandchildren are invited, to be given special gifts from Semarang, which of course in Lasem does not exist.

    "This ..., let's snack from Bude Indra, eaten .... This ..., it's all delicious.." said her mother-in-law who immediately offered snacks to her grandchildren. Of course, two grandchildren who can choose it immediately take the snacks offered by his grandmother.

    Yes, that afternoon, all the Irul family gathered at his parents' house. Surely because there are souvenirs brought by Irul and Indra from Semarang. But for his parents, they were invited to eat together. His mother cooked massively.

    "Well ..., now eat together .... Grandma had cooked vegetable soup with fried chicken ..." said the mother.

    "Come, Sir .... Genengan first, let the sisters follow ..." said Irul to his father.

    "Yooo .... Wong Pak-e kako yo ra popo kok.." said his father.

    "If later, it's been spent by the same grandchildren, sir .." replied Indra who certainly teased her in-laws.

    "Yooh ..." said his father-in-law the man who immediately took a meal.

    "Mas Irul's .... Come on, take ...!" said his sister Irul who told her brother to take a meal, followed her father.

    Irul immediately took the plate, following his father who had taken a meal. And of course his brothers followed. They ate together in the front room. Some were sitting in guest chairs, some were sitting in long chairs, in places to put food. Sure many. It is this kind of atmosphere that makes eating delicious.

    "Pak ..., the plan, I'm the same Indra want to open a shop business sembako ..." said Irul to his father, who when eating they face.

    "Where ...?" ask his father who wants to know the place.

    "Not yet to be found, sir .... Maybe Pak-e, Mak-e do the sisters have a view?" said Irul who certainly asked for his opinion to his family.

    "In the market there is no ...?" ask his father again.

    "No one, sir .... If I'm in los I don't want to. The details are rather broad, so that the merchandise is easy to arrange." replied Irul who certainly also has criteria for making a store. At least like Babah Ho who used to work.

    "Halah .., lha mbok open stalls at home only .... Our house is a large place .." said his mother who co-proposed.

    "Mr .... If you open a shop at home, the place is less strategic. The only one who buys is his own neighbor. Owe even. Duwit's finished goods, Mak .... Bankrupt ..." said Irul who certainly does not agree if told to open a stall at his house.

    "If outside the market, how about, Pakde ...?" said his sister-in-law, the husband of Irul's sister, who called Irul as Pakde, because to call his son.

    "Where?" ask Irul.

    "In the east of Lasem Market, there is a house that wants to be sold, Pakde .... Pretty big" said his sister-in-law, who may often see or hear if there is a house to be sold.

    "Which side? Join Lasem Market?" ask Irul who is curious to know.

    "That's you know, Mas .. lapse one house, used for firewood sales, there is a pile of wood ..." said his sister-in-law.

    "Come, let's look there now ..." said Irul who immediately invited his sister-in-law.

    His sister did not dare to refuse. So he agreed with his brother-in-law. Finally after eating, his sister-in-law joined Irul, heading to Lasem Market, to see the house he said would be sold. Although it was dark, but because Irul wanted to hurry, then once told by his sister-in-law, wanted to see immediately.

    Just for a moment, the brothers who had joined hands had reached the north of the market. Then the sister-in-law stopped her motorbike at the edge of the house, close to the building store.

    "This, Pakde .... The house is for sale" his sister-in-law told Irul.

    Irul, who had come down from his bonds, observed the neighborhood of the house that he said would be sold. Of course want to know the surrounding conditions. It is close to the market and strategic, but adjacent to the building store. Must be uncomfortable. And after a while of observing, must have had a picture, intend to buy or not.

    "How about, Pakde ...?" ask his sister-in-law.

    "Later first .... We'll look elsewhere. Let's walk towards the square ..." said Irul who asked his sister-in-law to the highway, heading towards the square.

    "On the highway, Pakde ...? It's expensive, De .." said his sister-in-law, who runs his bike.

    "It's strategic, it's not maslah .... People want to open a store, must be considered the location and target of the buyer. Do not open the shop. If the location is less supportive, it will also reduce buyers who are interested in shopping. Likewise, if we open a shop in a quiet place, which has no inhabitants, or far from the settlement, yes, the buyer is also a little. For example, the market, if established in the cemetery, even the ones who shop for ghosts. But if the market is built in the middle of housing, it must be crowded. I see, Dek ..." said Irul gave a picture to his sister-in-law.

    "That's it, Pakde .... Yes try, we look around in the directional area towards the square. But how do you find out, De?" ask his sister-in-law.

    "Find a quiet house or the lights are not on. Usually not occupied. It might be for sale." said Irul to his sister-in-law.

    "Yes, Pakde ..." His sister-in-law slowly drove the bike. Of course while looking around, look left right, looking for a house whose condition may not be used.

    "Try to stop first .... Look at that one" said Irul, telling him to stop.

    "Where, Pakde ...?" ask his sister-in-law.

    "That one .... Right path .... Looks less well-maintained. The lights are also dim. Hopefully it will be sold" said Irul who immediately got off the bat and walked towards the designated house.

    "God .... Isn't that expensive, Pakde ...?" his sister-in-law has already entered the yard.

    Irul has entered the terrace, knocked on the door, wants to meet the owner of the house.

    "Tok ..., tok ..., tok ..." door sound on tap.

    "Goddessa .... Kulanuwun ..." said Irul salam. I knew there was someone inside the house.

    "Monggo ..." a voice came from inside the house.

    Someone's out the door. A middle-aged man wearing only a sarong and a t-shirt.

    "Who's looking, yeah ...?" ask the man who opened the door.

    "You asked, Sir .... Does this house want to be sold, huh?" asked Irul directly at the point of his desire.

    "Hehe ..., yes  .... Mas-e here knows where? Monggo entered ..." said the man, who immediately told his guest to enter.

    His sister-in-law who originally wanted to go in, back out again, because there was no seat. He chose to sit in his motorcycle seat.

    "This Mas-e wants to buy what's the make?" said the man who borrowed his son's chair for a while.

    "I want to buy .... If you can not use the maklar ..." replied Irul who certainly wants to be directly between the seller and the buyer.

    "Then, tomorrow morning I tell the first to the one who has .... Let the man come over.." said the man.

    "Lhoh ..., who owns this house?" Irul is confused, because it turns out that person does not have a house.

    "Those who have this house Surabaya people .... I just want to clean the same. Later if indeed Mas-e really intends to buy, I will convey. The matter of bargaining directly to the one who has" said the person.

    "How much do they say they want to sell?" ask Irul.

    "Had asked for one hundred and fifty million .... Some have already bid one hundred and twenty-five million, but it is not given" said the man.

    "Yes, already .... Just tell the one who has, I want to buy. When can I meet someone who has?" said Irul who would have been interested in buying the land and the house.

    "If Mas-e is serious, tomorrow morning that has me on the phone. Where's Mas-e's house, whose name is it? tomorrow if the man comes I will tell him." said the man.

    "I am serious .... That's why I want to meet someone who has. My name is Irul .... My home is in Babagan village. If you want to find, just ask the Lasem Market motorcycle taxi driver. To know me. The guy who owns this house has a phone number, doesn't he?" answered Irul who certainly really hopes to meet who owns the house.

    "Had .... I'll call tomorrow" said the man.

    "I'll ask for his number, this will call me later. Tomorrow morning by the phone. So let's be sure." said Irul who asked for the phone number of the homeowner.

    "Oh, nggih ..." the man continued to go to his son's study. At that table he kept the phone number of the owner of the house. Then his son who was still learning was told to write the phone number on the paper.

    "This is his phone number. But besik if so bought, I arted yes, Mas .... Ideas to pay Wartel the same buy cigarettes .... Hehe ..." said the man who handed him a paper tear of the house owner's phone number.

    "Yes .... Maturnuwun ..." said Irul who immediately say goodbye.

    At home, of course the father, mother, brothers and nephews and his wife have been waiting for the return of Irul with his sister-in-law. Of course I want to know the outcome.

    "How, Mas?" ask his wife, who is very curious.

    "Yes .., there's a picture. Please call this number, Dek Indra. Just say if we are interested in buying his house, ask when can I meet. The problem is that this has a house Surabaya" said Irul to his wife, while giving a piece of paper with a phone number.

    "Yes, Mas .." said his wife who received the paper immediately, and went to the room to pick up the phone. Of course calling outside the house, while looking for signals to make his voice sound good.

    In the living room, her sister would listen to the story of her husband who had gone to deliver Irul. His father and mother, and his sister and brother-in-law, listened to the explanation. Of course want to know where it is, what it looks like, and how much it costs. Of course, various opinions immediately appear.

    While outside the house, Irul accompanied his wife who was calling the owner of the house to be sold. They certainly had a deal to meet. Even Indra has also asked the price and how to pay and letters. Indra who had worked in the bank, of course, was very familiar with the ways of selling land, because in his place of work there were often housing buying and selling transactions.

    Finally, there was a deal. The owner of the house will meet with the prospective buyer. Irul and Indra.

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

    "Tomorrow morning we meet the same one who has a house, Mas .... He said he was leaving Surabaya in the morning." replied Indra who had turned off his phone. Then they both went into the house.

    "What would you like to buy next door, Le ...?" asked his father who had heard the story from his son-in-law who had delivered Irul.

    "No, Sir .... Still comparing. Find the best." replied Irul who certainly can not be sure of his choice.

    "Choose one near the market only .... It must have been more in demand ..." said his mother.

    "The place is in tandem with the building shop, Mak .... That's not good for a grocery store .... Mosok rice kok mix cement .... The buyer was not happy" said Irul, who explained to his mother and family. It is strategically located, in the market. Health is less supportive.

    "Lha, continue ..., means choosing the one near the square?" ask sisters.

    "Tomorrow we will see first, Mas ..." said Indra who would also want to know.

    "How much is it?" ask his father who of course also suspects that the house on the side of the highway must be expensive.

    "One hundred and fifty million .., sir ..." replied Irul who was said to be the same guard.

    "God .... That's what he's paying for ....?! Whose money is that ...?!" his father was very surprised. And of course others. Hearing the name of that much money, for the villagers is very impossible.

    "Lha, sir-e ki piye, to .... Bude Indra was once a bank employee, yes the money must be a lot ..." suddenly his sister Irul nyeletyuk.

    "That's my same savings Mas Irul, Dek .... I'm a regular employee at the bank. Don't have that kind of money, Dek .... We save money to be able to eat money" Indra said to his sister-in-law, who would also want to teach her sisters to save.

    "Oo .., that's it, Ms. ..." of course her sisters were astonished by what her sister-in-law said.

    "Yes later if less ask for additional Pak-e same Mak-e ...." Irul seduces her parents.

    "Halah .., sir-e same Mak-e ki got money from nowhere .... Selling cassava at best only five hundred rupiah ..." sahut his mother who certainly beralibi if looking for money in the village was very difficult.

    "Yo wis ..., whatever how good .... The important thing is to be well laid out, dislameti, ben rezekine smoothly ..." said his father who certainly gave advice to his children.

    "Hey .... The name of the place to find sustenance must be cleaned, arranged and do not forget to always pray, so that the provision is given ..." timpal his mother.

    "Excite, Sir ..., Mak .... Also the brothers all .... Please pray tomorrow facilitated rebugannya, could be, and good to open a business" said Irul who certainly begs the blessing of his family.

    "C.c.e., iyo, Le .... We must pray." replied his mother.

    Indra smile. Of course the shadow to become a sembako trader can be implemented. And of course, she can be with her husband, managing the store together.