DRAGON CARVED JADE BRACELET
Chapter 176: THE STORY OF THE BREAKFAST BASKET

    That morning, three artisans who renovated Babah Ho's house, had breakfast in the place of a rice basket pindang close to where he worked. A small building is a kind of patrol post in front of his house, which is used for selling. Even so, those who buy breakfast there are also crowded. Alternately come and go. Most were brought home.

    The three people, sitting in the stall, ate on the spot. Of course, while enjoying the food snacks sold by the mother of the breakfast merchant.

    "Pak-e wants to eat what's this ...?" ask the rice seller.

    "Breakfast rice with pindang, ma'am ...."

    "I am also ...."

    "I'm mixed .... Vegetable, complete ...."

    "I drank warm tea, Buk ...."

    "I am also ...."

    The three men ordered breakfast according to their taste. The rice seller immediately served. I am happy to have new customers. Line trading.

    "Monggo breakfast .... This is rice pindang ..." the mother bakul gave the order.

    "Thank you, ma'am ..." said the two artisans who received the plates.

    "This is mixed, put on all the vegetables, yeah .... Monggo ..." The mother of the seller handed him another order.

    "Thank you, ma'am ..." said the handyman who ordered vegetable rice.

    "The next thing is to take it yourself .." said the seller again.

    "Yes, Mom ...."

    Yes, on the trading table there are various fried foods. There are mendoan, heci, fried eggs, tofu bacem and mentho. Who wants to buy and choose for themselves. Likewise, the breakfast there, the side dishes choose and take their own. While behind the mother who serves the buyer who is on the buy, there is her daughter who helps fry mendoan and heci. While the mother's husband made a drink order to the buyers.

    "This Pak-e who works at Babah Ho's house, yeah ...?" suddenly the breakfast seller asked.

    "Rubber, Ma'am .... Just a renovation, really ..." answered one of the artisans, enjoying breakfast.

    "Stay here, yes ...? Which house, to ...?" ask the mother again, who would want to know where these craftsmen came from.

    "We're from Juwana, Mom .... Quite far .... That's why we slept in that house. Kulanuwun yes, Ma'am .... Sorry to interrupt" said one of the artisans, who looked more dashing.

    "Ooo .... Yes, ndak papa .... If you want to have breakfast here .... If you want lunch and dinner, we also want to be cooked" said the basket.

    "Yes, Mom .... Thank you." said the handyman.

    "Lho, Mr-e is staying at Babah Ho's house?" ask one of the buyer's mothers who was hanging there.

    "Yes, right ..." replied the handyman.

    "Dare ...?!" ask the woman again.

    "Why ...?" ask the artisans who immediately looked at the woman who was waiting in line to be served.

    "Yesterday alone, there were five young men who were at play there, transferred their sleep in the grave .... They were hugging a tombstone .., ee ... on their naked it ..." said the mother again.

    "Yes, right .... I also watched in the cemetery ..." chimpanzees the other.

    "Lha, last night ..., Sampeyan slept there, what dream ...? Found what ...?" ask the other buyer, who wants to know.

    "Not found anything, that's .... Nor did we dream of anything .." replied the artisans, who had stopped eating because they wanted to hear stories from the villagers.

    "Whoa .... Those are superstitious stories .... Lying .... Cannot be proved the reality .... Don't be afraid, Mas-e .... Don't listen to it .... Our house here, which is close to Babah Ho's house, has never seen anything unusual in that house .... Don't worry .... If we do good, there can also be good things ..." suddenly the husband of the seller was hoarding.

    "Yes, sir ..." said the artisans who immediately continued their breakfast again.

    "We thank you, it's the front already given the lights .... Even the corner there is also given a lamp, so it looks bright all .... Surely the people who passed in front of Babah Ho's house were not afraid anymore. Lha, this is my proposal .... This is just a suggestion yes .... That is in the back corner, should also be given a lamp. More beautiful .... That is, Mr. handyman .." said the father who had praised the artisans.

    "Yes, Sir .... Later I will install the lamp in the back ..." replied the handyman who is expert in installing the lamp.

    "Already, Ma .... How much is this all ...?" asked the oldest handyman, to pay for the breakfast he ate.

    After breakfast, they returned to the renovated house. Continue his work immediately. Of course to be finished quickly. The repairman who used to install the list, directly install the lights in the back corner, as conveyed by the husband of the breakfast seller earlier. The plant is deliberately in the corner, so it can illuminate the back and side of the house. Hit on two sides. The light is already installed and tried to turn on. The switch is placed inside, making it easier to turn it on. Later that night, the lights will illuminate the back and sides of the house. Must be an ancient house owned by Babah Ho it will look more beautiful.

    Two other people, have started to repair the fence wall that has been broken. The damaged parts, which peel off the stucco, are directly patched and mashed again. Along the fence in front of the house. Even on the outside bottom, also in plaster, leveled by road. So that the road looks wider, smoother and tidy. Especially on it has been installed lighting lamps. Surely the people around there saw Babah Ho's house become more beautiful and interesting. Just paint it, later if it is dry.

    Likewise, on the page, it has been arranged better. Mango tree branches that are too high are logged. Likewise, the branches that protrude out the fence. Struck and tidied up. So that the mango tree is not too high and looks better for home page shade. At least the house was not too hot during the hot day. All the grass that littered the house, it was cleaned. No more grass in sight.

    "Pak-e .., Mas-e ..... Here, lunch .... I have prepared it on the plate .., I put it on the porch seat here ..." said the mother of the breakfast seller who was bought at her home stall this morning. Now he brought lunch to the artisans.

    "Yes, Buk ..." said the handyman who was still stroking the front fence wall, who immediately approached his friend. Then he whispered, "We didn't order lunch, why was this delivered ...? How's it?" whispered confused.

    "Because it's been delivered, let's just eat .... Poor ..." answered his friend.

    Then the three of them ate rice that had been prepared by the breakfast seller. Sitting on the terrace. And the woman selling breakfast was waiting there, also sitting on the porch, interrupting the legs, close to the artisans who were eating it.

    "This house was bought by Juwana, Pak-e .., Mas-e .... Kok Sampeyan all the way from Juwana nukang here ...?" ask the breakfast seller.

    "Lhoh, this house is Babah Ho .... Lha who knows the premise of this house, yes, Mas Irul, who has a Best Selling Shop that sells basic goods. He said Mas Irul who had lived here since childhood." replied the craftsmen while eating.

    "Melian ...? I seem to have heard that name .... But I forgot, huh? What is Cik Lan's son, huh ...? Is Irul Chinese?" ask the rice seller.

    "No, Madam .... Irul was Babah Ho's employee, who was here .... In fact, he is also the story that buries Melian's arse here, really .... If Melian was since the baby had moved to Naga Village, so yes never come here." replied the handyman accordingly.

    "Oo ..., which Chinese woman is ...? Who was in the car yesterday?" ask the mother again.

    "Not .... If that's Mr. Jamil's adopted son .... Ms Indra, that's his wife Mas Irul .... The one selling the groceries." explained the handyman again.

    "Oi .... So they're Babah Ho's family all, to .... But how is it okay, huh ...? Usually Babah Ho's brothers are naughty .." said the woman.

    "That's so ...?" ask the builders.

    "Yes .... If the kids come here, I'll have a mention. Disturbing neighbors .... There used to be a car under the truck. One family died all .... Something is burning .... Lha ..., if Ms. Lan dies falling from the bridge. Lha, the last one was Babah Ho and his wife, when the ambulance was raised, the ambulance car was collided and continued into the river, all of them died .... People say, this house is not hockey. This guy says, siwer .... Full mystery. Who occupies the shit .... Therefore, many are afraid that this way ..." said the woman.

    "Like that yes, ma'am ..." said the artisans who were not so concerned. Not business.

    "Lha, Mr-e same Mas-e, last night sleeping here what dream ...?" ask the woman who wants to know.

    "Discovered bidadari ..." said the old handyman.

    "Already, Ma .... Very good cooking .... How much is this?" ask the other guy.

    "Free .... No need to pay .... This as a wage, his path in front of the house has been repaired, similarly given the lamp ..." replied the breakfast seller with a happy smile.

    "Lho .., really free .... What is Ibuk tutak indemnities ...?" the handyman said to the breakfast vendor.

    "No .... Wis to, just enjoy it .... The important thing is that this village now looks beautiful again, especially in front of my house .., I am grateful. Thank you, Mr-e .., Mas-e ..." The woman then brought the empty plate, left the old house.

    The artisans did not discuss the chatter of the breakfast vendor. What matters to him is that the work is done, done quickly and paid. They also continued their work. No need to be supervised by a foreman, no need to be awaited by those who have a home. Work with earnest intent that is sincere and sincere. For them, the foundation of work is worship. Sweat to obtain a halal sustenance. Until the payment he received became a blessing. We can provide for the family without any shortage.