DRAGON CARVED JADE BRACELET
Chapter 160: BUYING A HOUSE

    That morning, around ten o'clock, riding on a butut bike, Irul huddled with his wife, towards the house he had seen last night. Of course he estimated that the owner of the house who lived in Surabaya was to Lasem. leaving at dawn, then about ten o'clock late a little he had arrived. Therefore, Irul invited his wife to come early, with the aim of being able to observe the house he would buy first. At least can check how the condition of the house he will buy it.

    Irul immediately put his motorbike in the yard of the house. It is then parked under a mango tree. Last night it did not look how the condition of the house and yard. Now after morning and very bright, Irul and Indra can observe carefully.

    "We, there's a guest, to ..." the man Irul met last night opened the door and walked out of the house. Still bebetan sarong and wearing a t-shirt worn last night.

    "Kulanuwun, Sir .... I'm sorry, I came here last night, asking for this land" said Irul when met by the people who lived in the house.

    "Hiya .., I just called the house that has .... But he said, Mr-e left since dawn .... So I haven't been able to mature the time of Mr-e ..." said the man.

    "My wife called last night, sir .... Here we'll meet you here. Let's just wait, then Mr-e comes." said Irul who told.

    "Oi .... It's been told, to ..." said the man.

    "Sir, may we have a look at his house first ...?" asked Irul to the residents of the house, who certainly wanted to see the building.

    "O, may .... Monggo." said the man.

    Irul and Indra immediately walked, which of course was accompanied by men who occupied the house. Look at the outside building first. Of course, wondering.

    "Sir, this is the length of the ground from front to back, how many meters?" asked Irul while guessing the length of the yard. Because in addition to the building, there is still enough land content, so planted a variety of plants by the occupying. Especially the cassava plant.

    "It's from front to back if it's not wrong about twenty meters. If only fifteen meters wide. The extent of it if it is not wrong there are three hundred meters, that is ..." replied the man who the sheath.

    "If the building, how big is it, sir?" ask Irul again.

    "If the building was six times nine. But behind him there was still a kitchen and a bathroom. Lha the side was actually going to be made garage, but it did not. Because the one with the hunt moved to Surabaya." the man explained.

    "This is what's growing cassava ..., who, sir?" ask Irul again.

    "Whoa .... It's just for busyness, Mas .... Than the ground is covered with grass." replied the man.

    "Is the building still good, sir?" ask Irul who wants to know the state of the building.

    "Oo, still good .... Yes, at most only the wall paint that must be updated. Understandably long ago ..." said the occupant.

    "There's no leak, sir ...?" asked Irul to know the roof.

    "No, Mas .... That's a good precariousness, really .... Genting super ..." of course the man will always answer the best.

    "How about, Deck ...?" ask Irul to Indra.

    "I seem to like it, Mas .... Well, then if so, we'll fix it. Especially the front we must change." replied Indra which is certainly very suitable with the place. At least very strategic, because it is located on the side of the highway. And the price is certainly cheaper when compared to the business places in big cities.

    "I'm happy too, Dek .... If we later also live here, the back there is still a room and kitchen." said Irul.

    After a long conversation with the residents of the house, and had gone around observing the building, when a man, not too old, about fifty years old, came into the courtyard of the house. He just got off the bus.

    "Kulanuwun ..." the man greeted and looked hasty.

    "Monggo, Mr. Agus .... Lha, this is the one who has the house, Mas ..." the man who occupies the house met the new man who came, whom he greeted Pak Agus, the owner of the house to be sold.

    "I am Irul and this is my wife .... Sorry you know, Mr. Agus, we have been troublesome ..." said Irul who greeted the male owner of the newly arrived house.

    "Maybe, I am Agus .., who owns this house. Sameyan last night called to buy this house, right?" ask the owner of the house.

    "Rubber, Sir .... If there is a deal, of course we are very happy, sir. Frankly we are newlyweds, sir .." said Irul to the energetic man.

    "Yes .., as long as we offer overnight. That price is too cheap. If I make a purchase in Surabaya, at most can only be simple housing" said the man.

    "Yes, it must be, sir .... Surabaya big city .... The money is big too .... Hehehe ..." said Irul dilute the atmosphere.

    "Yes, right. So ..., how? Agree, right ...?!" ask the man who is certainly ready to hear the answer from the young bride who will buy his house, would want to.

    "I'm sorry, sir .., can we have a quick one-on-one talk?" said Irul who whispered near the ears of the male owner of the house.

    Without being invited, the man actually pulled Irul's hand, away to another place, towards the corner of the house. It was like looking at the back building.

    "What's up ...?" said the man wanted to know what would be delivered by his prospective buyers.

    "What about the people who live in this house, sir?" ask Irul who certainly does not want to have problems with the residents of the house.

    "Ooh, that's my description. I'll tell them to move, if we're ready" said the man.

    "To be clear we will immediately occupy after this house we will pay. So, we beg you later this house will be empty this week, for us to fix, sir" said Irul who wants certainty.

    "Certain .... If necessary, I ask you to pack up and move. That means, Sampeyan has a deal, right?" said the owner of the house.

    "His earth has been taken, sir? If the certificate has indeed been brought, we go directly to the notary for sale" said Irul who had walked again to get closer to his wife.

    "A ready. This I have brought, because I am sure from the phone last night, surely today's rebugan to fruition. Last night I had a dream of meeting a helper angel .... Hahaha ..." the man who owned the house immediately laughed, because he met a good buyer. Once the pot directly so. It's like buying fried bananas.

    "Dek, we're going to the notary, for the creation of the deed of sale and purchase" Irul told his wife.

    "But the payment is transfer, sir .... We do not dare to save cash" said Indra who immediately told how to pay.

    "O, yes .... Sure do. We also want to pay via transfer. Safer." said the owner.

    "Terus ..., how are we? To the notary's office first, just to the bank?" Irul offers an alternative.

    "Yes, Mas .... Better so. If necessary later the notary will be invited to the bank, as a witness of payment." said Indra.

    "All right, let's take Tosa, let's hurry. Sorry, Mr. .., we took the three-wheeled freight, to Rembang. Because the bank office for the transfer is in Rembang Kota" Irul told the male owner of the house.

    "O, yes .... Ndak papa's. What matters today is everything. So that I can go directly to Surabaya." replied the owner of the house.

    A three-wheeled angkot flashed on that road. Irul immediately intercepted. It happened to be empty, there were no passengers. Irul asked his driver to be escorted to the notary office and bank in Rembang. Of course the cost is considered as chartered. The carpenter agreed. The three of them, Irul with his wife and the male owner of the house immediately went up. Of course hunting time so that the process can be completed in one day.

    Irul's blind motorbike was left in the house he had bought. Tipped to the person who guards the house, and of course immediately busy to summarize his belongings will be taken away from the house. Understandably, by the old homeowner, he was only given two days to move.

    The carpenter who was riding the three-wheeled motorbike immediately drove. Pretty fast, because the driver is not looking for passengers anymore. And not long ago, it had arrived in the city of Rembang. Towards the notary office.

    Indra together with Irul road join hands, accompanying men from Surabaya. In the notary's office, they will hold an agreement to buy and sell the house. And like the initial agreement, the cost is borne from both parties. Fifty percent.

    Of course it takes a bit of wakyu. Because you have to prepare pickle news and its files. While waiting for the process, Indra came out of the notary's office, looking right left. Then asked the parking lot, the existence of the bank where Indra keeps the money, the bank which used to be Indra's workplace, which he later went to the bank.

    "Sir, know where this bank is ...?" ask your senses to the parking lot, who usually understands famous places.

    "Lha that, Ms .... It looks from here ..." replied the parking attendant while showing the magnificent building.

    "God, yes .... Thank you, Mr. ..." Indra told the carpenter.

    Then Indra went into the notrariat again, whispering to her husband. Want Indra to do the transfer process first, so as not to rush the bank closed.

    Of course Irul immediately agreed. About banking Irul is not yet home. That's why he passed on to his wife.

    "Sorry, Mr. Agus .., can you ask for a photo copy of your account number and ID card? I will enter the transfer form first. Let Pak Agus bank account be checked first by the bank clearing officer. I am worried that for too long here the bank will be closed, sir" Indra told Pak Agus who sold his house.

    "O, yeah .... I agree." then Mr. Agus opened a bag that was attached, took a sheet of paper copy of the account book and ID card. It was then handed over to Indra.

    "Later if the process here is complete, Mas Irul with the father and the officer of the notariat, immediately followed to the bank. Notary fees are paid at the bank. Thank you, Mr. Agus ..." said Indra who immediately came out of the notary's office, and immediately asked to be escorted by the angkot to the bank indicated by the parking lot.

    Arriving at the bank, Indra immediately entered. And of course you already understand the things to do when you want to transfer. He went straight to the form. Choose the form for interbank transfer and retrieval form, because the bank is different. Then fill it on the table where the form is. And after finishing filling, directly put in the queue box, to wait for it to be called. At that time, there were a lot of manuals. Moreover, banks in areas far from big cities, must be a rather long process. The queue must be patient too. Even to take through the ATM machine was very limited in number.

    Indra sat in the queue chair. Waiting for his turn to be called. Of course he was observing the facilities in the bank. It is still far from his office in Semarang. Although more advanced than government banks, but still lagging with those in the big city.

    "Saudari Indra ..." Indra's name has been called by teler.

    Indra rushed forward, heading to the teler who called out to him. He directly faced the glass wall that had a hole half at the top of the table.

    "Lhoh ..., Ms Indra, yes ...?" asked the officer when he saw Indra standing in front of him.

    "Yes, right ..." replied Indra, who was confused because he felt he had not known the bank officer.

    "Cik Indra from the Semarang branch office?" ask the officer again.

    "Yes, right .." replied Indra again, who still did not remember the person in front of him.

    "Well, is Miss Indra here? Wh-what's up? Touring errands, huh?" ask the officer's woman.

    "Sorry, I've resigned from the bank, I happen to have a Lasem husband. And it just so happened that we wanted to transfer to another bank, an account belonging to a Surabaya man. Please help, yes ..." said Indra who certainly does not want to talk much with bank employees who are working. Not well awaited by other customers.

    "OK, ready .... Transfer a lot? What's this for?" ask that to Indra.

    "Pay home ..." replied Indra briefly. Actually ethically, a person should not ask questions like that to customers. Actually Indra wanted to scold. But he realized, now he was not the bank employee anymore. No right to intervene.

    "Where?" ask that taper again.

    "In Lasem." replied Indra.

    "Wait a minute, please sit down. We'll file a bank clearing first" the officer said.

    Indra sat in the waiting chair. Choose to sit on the side seat, so that she can see if her husband comes. Of course, while reading the magazine provided there. In order not to be invited to talk again by a less ethical teler earlier. Just a moment Indra opened the magazine, her husband came with two men. Mr. Agus owns the house he bought, and another officer from the notariat.

    "How about, Deck ...?" asked Irul who had just come to his wife, and immediately sat down on her side.

    "While filed. Patience, Sir .... New process of bank clearing." Indra said to the seller of the house.

    "Saudari Indra ...." The teler called back.

    Indra immediately went forward, and of course invited Pak Agus who will receive transfers. And of course followed by her husband.

    "Sir Indra, this transfer is done. Because this is a government bank in Surabaya, not the same as our bank, maybe the transfer process takes two days. Please wait, Mr .... This is proof of the transfer, the real one is held by Ms Indra, who is a piercing for the seller" the tele officer explained.

    "So the money will be in my account in about two more days huh, Ma'am ...?" ask Mr. Agus the seller of the house.

    "Rubber, Sir .... Two days from now, I'll check the account. It should have been a day, but I'm not sure about the bank clerk where you're saving money" the teller told the man who received the transfer.

    "Well, Ma'am ..., thank you" said the man.

    "Sir Indra, here take fifteen million in cash. Please look, I will count with the machine" said the teler who showed the calculation of the money.

    Indra, Irul and Pak Agus observed the counting machine. Three blue banknotes. People call the picture Pak Harto Mesem. Fifties of thousands at that time.

    "Even yes, Ms. .." said the teler who immediately put the money into the brown envelope, then handed it to Indra.

    After finishing the business with the bank, the three of them and coupled with the officer from the notary office, returned to the notary's office, of course, to settle the payment. Indra, holding a chocolate envelope containing fifteen million, is ready to pay. Of course, according to the agreement, the cost is borne both.

    "How much does the notary charge?" ask Indra who is ready to pay, the four of them at the notary table.

    "The notary fee, sales tax and renaming, all of which run out of nine million and five hundred thousand rupiah" said the notary.

    Indra immediately paid the amount of money, which of course asked for proof of payment. Twofold. For buyers and sellers. And apparently, there is still money taken from the bank. As agreed, the rest was split in two. Sure same. One part was given to Pak Agus, as the remaining money belonging to Pak Agus was taken by Indra. While the remaining two million seven hundred and fifty thousand are parts of Indra, which are directly included in his wallet which is in his small bag.

    "Yes, Sir .... All are, yes .... We no longer have debt, please pray we will occupy the father's house that has been sold to us. We are very grateful to Mr. Agus, hopefully our meeting will continue in brotherly relations" said Irul who greeted Mr. Agus.

    "Sama-sama, Mas Irul .., Ms. Indra .... May Mas Irul and Mbak Indra be at home and crassan in the new house" said Pak Agus who also immediately say goodbye.

    The three of them went back on the three-wheeled car. But Mr. Agus asked to be delivered to the terminal, to take the Surabaya bus from the Rembang terminal. While Irul and Indra were immediately delivered again to the house he had bought. Of course Irul and Indra are very happy, can buy a house that is planned for the business of selling groceries, in a strategic place in the middle of the city. Her mother and her sisters are also happy.