DRAGON CARVED JADE BRACELET
Chapter 169: NEWSPAPER SELLER
That afternoon, after closing his shop, around five o'clock, Irul and Indra left for Juwana. Of course heading to the Jamil family home. After taking care of all the banking problems related to the collateral of the Babah Ho house building that will be confiscated by the bank, which is certainly very draining of energy, because it has to go back and forth to the bank in Rembang City. Although it can be said not too far from Lasem, but make the mind so tired and tired. That's the business with credit at the bank. Tasty up front when receiving money, but hard when paying it off.
By driving a car, Jamil walks leisurely. His wife who was beside him also enjoyed the afternoon trip. Of course because both are empty, completing the convoluted business of the bank. Indra once told Irul, if you need business capital, you can apply for credit to the bank. At that time Irul immediately refused it, anyway not to deal with debt, let alone to apply for credit to the bank for business capital. Because debt will add to suffering. Indra, a former bank employee, is certainly very contrary to the view of her husband. But as an obedient wife to her husband, she is according to what her husband says.
Now, when she experienced, how difficult it was for people to deal with the bank, Indra confirmed everything that her husband said. Even though Irul was only a graduate of Junior High School, which was far from his education, but in many ways, Irul was very intelligent and able to predict precisely. This certainly makes Indra more amazed with her husband.
At a crossroad near the Kartini Museum, the road is crowded. Kinda jammed. Of course the trip faltered. Irul also drove slowly, even occasionally stopping.
"Newspaper ..., newspaper .... Ma'am, buy a newspaper .... Make a meal, ma'am ..." Suddenly there was a little newspaper boy who offered his wares to Indra who was in the car. Whether the child is still in school or not, seeing his physical ties he should still be in school around fourth or fifth grade Elementary.
"Eh .., yes, Le .... Here, I bought one ..." Indra said to the newspaper's salesman's son.
The newsboy was directly attached to the door of the car where Indra sat. He gave the newspaper he sold. The newspaper should have been on sale since morning. In the afternoon, it is usually very rare to buy. Of course the news is obsolete. But apparently the newspaper sold since that morning has not run out. In the plastic folds used for newspaper containers, there are still some copies.
I feel sorry to see that child. Especially, the boy said to eat. So those words were very touching Indra's feelings.
"Here, ma'am .., the paper" said the boy, who would hand over the paper and wait for the payment.
Indra received his newspaper, while giving the newspaper money.
"You haven't eaten ...?" ask Indra to the boy.
"No, ma'am ..." replied the newspaper's salesman's son.
"Eat with me, yes .... Come on, I'll pay .... Here come with me ..." Indra said to the newspaper seller's son, then said to her husband, "Mas, we move aside first .... Take the newsboy's meal ...."
Irul obeyed his wife's words. Then sidestep the car, turn left and stop and park on the edge of the tent stalls that have begun to open.
Indra came down, then took the newspaper seller's son. Invite into the tent shop Lamongan, which provides a menu of fried chicken, fried duck, catfish pecel, and other menus. Still gasic, not so crowded.
"Come ..., sit here, eat whatever you like. Please choose yourself." said Indra who sat with the child, next to each other.
"I ordered the fried duck ..." said the boy to the seller in front of him.
"What drink?" ask the seller.
"Tea ..." replied the paper's salesman's son.
"Dec ..., do we eat?" asked Irul who was sitting next to his wife.
"Yes .., Mas Irul, we all eat. But I eat fried chicken only ..." replied Indra.
"Fried two, sir .... One uses rice the other does not need. Drinking orange angel ..." said Irul ordered a meal at the seller.
While waiting for the order to be fried first, Indra observed the news in the newspaper, which he had just bought from the child who was now beside him, to be invited to eat together. Indra opened the newspaper. Until finally Indra opened the page that there is a family advertisement. In the family ad there was news of death. It was common for a family to die, the news of his death being posted in a family advertisement on a newspaper. Of course to preach to relatives and relatives in various places. Family ads are big and some are small. There were some news of the deaths of the descendants. Indra took the time to see, who knows there are those he knows.
"Mas Irul .., take a look at this, Mas ..." said Indra who showed the paper to her husband.
"What news is it?" ask Irul who does not understand what his wife said.
"This ...! Here, you know .... Grief news .... Name's Hartono .... Take a look at the photo, is this really Koh Han who once hired Mas Irul at Babah Ho kiosk ...?" asked Indra while showing a photo on the sad news posted in the newspaper.
Irul immediately held the newspaper. He looked at the photo shown by his wife.
"Yes .... This Koh Han .... Right, not wrong .... This is indeed Koh Han." said Irul as his index finger pointed at the photo in the paper.
"Because .... How ...?!" of course Indra immediately thinks in an irrational direction. He remembered talking to a bank employee when he was about to take over Babah Ho's assets seized by the bank, the bank employee said that he said the person died. What relation?
"Yes, Deck .... This is indeed Koh Han. Well then, let's get Mr. Jamil right away, get this news. Let Melian also know that his brother died" Irul told his wife.
"Yes, Mas .... Iha keep ..., what's our meal order?" sahut Indra who certainly remember the order of food.
"Take the package ..." replied Irul who was standing, of course want to tell Pak Jamil.
"Sir ..., please that order for me, just wrapped .... Keep giving it to this child, let it be taken home" Indra told the seller at the Lamongan stall.
"Consider, Madam .... In a hurry, leh .." replied the seller.
"Yes .., there is an important need .... How many, everything ...?" ask Indra who then took out the wallet, took the money to pay.
"I have cucrup drink, please wrapped in plastic, later I drink on the road, so as not to mubadhir ..." said Irul.
The seller immediately took a warm orange drink, then put it in plastic. Two packs. Then put in a crackle bag and given a straw. Then leave it to Indra.
"Le ..., later wrapped take home yes .... Be careful on the road .... Find the right sustenance ..." said Indra ordered to the newspaper's salesman's son.
"Consider, Madam .... Maturnuwun ..." said the newspaper's salesman's son who would immediately stand up to greet Indra and Irul while kissing his hand.
A good boy. A virtuous child. Although only a newspaper seller, but the boy was already trying to find sustenance. The sign of the child is not a slacker, like other children who want to just raise their hands begging. There are those who beg, and there are also those who only play busking. It's just a lazy excuse. Indra really appreciated the little boy who sold the newspaper.
Irul immediately went up to the steering wheel. Likewise Indra, he went straight into the car like that opening. Continue to the home of Mr. Jamil. Of course with sad and happy news. Sad news because the person who was still a brother with Melian died. The good news is that because Babah Ho's home problem has been resolved, it has returned to Melian's property. I don't know which news will be delivered later.
"Slow down, Mas Irul .... Be careful ..., don't be hasty. This is all happy ..." Indra said to her husband, who certainly had to be sincere with everything he received.
"Yes, Deck .... Newspaper salesman's son has inspired us .... Without him, we don't know this news .... So .., whatever we're going through, just be grateful .... Like the son of the newspaper seller .." said Irul to his wife.
They also enjoy the journey, while watching the sunset.