DRAGON CARVED JADE BRACELET
Chapter 180: FAMILY GENEALOGY

    That morning, after breakfast, Jamil drove the artisans back to Juwana. But Juminem and Melian still live in her crank house. Of course because you still want to enjoy the beautiful house that has just been renovated. Had Melian not gone to school, it would have been like living in that house forever. But as a responsibility to learn, Meliant could not leave his school.

    After Jamil's departure to take the craftsmen home, Juminem took Melian for a walk. And the first destination is the breakfast vendor. Yes, to the breakfast stall near his house. Only a short walk has arrived. Breakfast vendors are usually purchased by artisans. And when they arrived at the breakfast stall, of course the people who were there immediately looked at Juminem and Melian. Understandably, a new person who has not been known by the villagers.

    "Bu .., want to buy breakfast ..." said Juminem in a breakfast basket that is still busy serving the buyers.

    "Yes .... Want to eat here what's wrapped ...?" ask the seller.

    "Eat here yes, Nduk ...." Juminem told Melian.

    "Yes, Mommy .... Let it add if less ..." replied Melian. Then they sat down in the shop.

    "Where is the sample ...?" ask one of the buyers who are still waiting there.

    "That's .... The newly repaired home .... Babah Ho's house .." replied Juminem while pointing towards his house.

    "Ooo .... New resident, to ...?" ask the others.

    "No, Madam .... We haven't occupied that house .... Just fixed ..." replied Juminem.

    "Tomorrow if you slip up, we are invited for a joke, yes ..." said another buyer.

    "Yes, Madam .... If we invite slametan ..." replied Juminem.

    "What is this going to eat, Beautiful Nonic ...?" ask the breakfast salesman, who certainly flatters Melian.

    "Nasi pindang .... Drink iced tea ..." Melian replied.

    "Walah .., the ice doesn't exist .... Early in the morning the ice basket had not yet woken up .... Warm tea, yes .." said the seller.

    "Yes ..." Melian replied.

    "Here, the warm tea .... What's this beautiful tonic called?" ask the father who gave the glass of warm tea, the husband of the breakfast basket.

    "Melian ..." Melian replied.

    "Melian's Babah Ho's grandson, sir .... The one with the house up ahead is .." Juminem explained to the father who made the tea warm.

    "Lhoh ..., his grandson Babah Ho ...?! Means his son Koh Liem ...?! Ms. Lan's son ...?!" ask the man who helped his wife.

    "Rubber, Sir .... Melian this is Ms. Lan .... Since childhood I took care, well .., even like my own child ..." replied Juminem who certainly will not cover about the family of Melian. Inevitably, tomorrow will also be asked about his genealogy, because he claimed to be the heir to Babah Ho's house, and said that Melian is Babah Ho's grandson.

    "God .... This is really her son Ms. Lan ...? I'm a virgin like this .... Waduh ..., long time no know, understand already a virgin" said the mother of the breakfast seller.

    "Ooo ......" Of course the other people, who were still queuing up to buy breakfast there, also knew that this Melian was Babah Ho's grandson, Cik Lan's son.

    "Lhah ..., this lives in Semarang what is ...?" ask the father who is still making tea and coffee to the buyer.

    "We live in Juwana, sir .... The builders who yesterday repaired the house are our neighbors." replied Juminem while enjoying the rice pindang.

    "Ooo ...... Is it his brother from Semarang who is never seen again?" ask the father again.

    "Koh Han, yes ...? He is dead, sir .... It used to be here a lot, to ...?" juminem said, and certainly wanted to know.

    "Innalillahi ...." The people in the shop immediately said.

    "Yes .... It was Han who used to come here to offer Babah Ho's house for sale. But no one wants to .... I don't know if it just goes away .... It turned out to be dead, to .." said the father, who used to be in the stalls of course there are often transactions between the brokers.

    "Yes, sir ..." said Juminem who remained while enjoying a meal. By hearing the narration of the surrounding residents, of course, he knew a little about the history of the house and the Babah Ho family.

    "Lha if he lives in Juwana, continue this house tomorrow who empathizes ...?" ask the mother of the breakfast seller, on the sidelines serving the buyers.

    "Yes .., tomorrow if Melian is married .... Hehe ..." replied Juminem accordingly.

    "Indeed have a girlfriend, Nik ...?" ask the basket.

    "Not .... Still in school ..." Melian replied rather irritatedly asked about the boyfriend.

    "Later on vacation, we'll come here .... At least while cleaning." added Juminem.

    "Yes .., same breakfast in Mak Ijah, yes .... Hehe ..." said the basket with a laugh.

    "Well, that means the house will be empty again ...? Is it not a pity it has been built well so it is not occupied ...?" ask other buyers, who are also neighbors there.

    "Here there will be Mas Irul who is the chair, kok ..." replied Juminem.

    "His brother ...?" ask the people who are.

    "Yes .... That's you know, who has a Laris Shop that sells groceries ..." replied Juminem.

    "Ooo .... Laris shop where Ms Indra was ...?" sahut people who certainly have a lot of know with the owner of the Laris Shop.

    "Remain ..." replied Juminem.

    Of course the neighbors immediately began to be familiar and kind to Juminem and Melian. Of course they assume that this Juminem will later become his neighbor. Which will certainly change Babah Ho's house to beautiful again. At least in Babah Ho's house later there will be occupying. Not empty like yesterday, which actually makes people afraid if they want to pass through the road there. But now, after the house was renovated, the road became bright, even the terrace of the house was also brightly lit.

    "Already Ma'am .... How much is this ending ...? I added one mendoan .... Melian added what, Nduk?" juminem said, who had finished eating.

    "I add one heci .... Just ask for this yes, Mak ..." said Melian who showed the one-pack sand-baked crackers she had been holding.

    "Lha is in a hurry, you .." said the mother of the breakfast seller.

    "Other changes, ma'am ..." replied Juminem.

    After paying, Juminem and Melian return home. Surely it will still arrange the belongings of his cranks. Will be arranged again so neat and of course while being cleaned of dust attached.

    Juminem and Melian have prepared a bucket filled with soapy water and a cloth that will be used to clean. They both sat in front of the closet. Ancient cabinets made of teak wood with carvings typical of Jepara. Ornamental cabinets that had been trendy in his day. Model bipet of the eighties. The top there is an elongated grout with a glass lid. At the top of this there are nice ceramic cups, which was apparently a collection from his grandmother Melian at that time. Below it are smaller towns, on the right and on the left. In this box there is no lid. In the right box there is a cat doll made of ceramic, while the left box there is an elephant which is also made of ceramic. I don't know what it means, Juminem doesn't know. Juminem and Melian washed the ceramics carefully. Then dried on the front porch, given a used newspaper base.

    Then at the bottom, there are three large boxes, with glass doors. So that the inside is visible. Melian was immediately interested in the goods that were in the city. Yes, there are family photos in the box. Of course, once the door was opened, Melian immediately took out the photos. There are also three photo albums. Melian took it all out.

    "Mr .... Look at this, Mommy .... The photos of the Engkong family ..." said Melian who has raised the photos in the figura and on the album.

    "Eh, yes .... Cleaned first, Nduk ..., let it look clear" said Juminem who immediately wiped the frames. Likewise Melian, who is certainly very interested in the photo.

    "Mak .., this is a family photo .... Which engkong is it? If this one must be Mamah .... I've met a time in the cemetery" Melian said, pointing to the people in the photo.

    "God, yes .... The old man, Babah Ho .... Here's Melian's crank. Lhah, this woman, holding Engkong's hand, is Mamak, Melian's grandmother. Right .., this one is Mamah Melian, her name is Ms. Lan.  But the others I don't know .... Ask Mas Irul. Who knows all the Melian family is Mas Irul." explained Juminem to Melian who certainly wants to know all the family cranknya.

    "I called Ms Indra yes, Mak .... Ask Mas Irul to come here ..." said Melian who had raised her phone.

    "Not now, dear .... Morning hours like this Mas Iru same Ms. Indra must be busy serving buyers. It will be noon at rest .." said his mother who asked Melian to be patient.

    "Yes .., then I just SMS the same Ms Indra, later if Mas Irul has been free to come here" said Melian to her mother, who was not involved in the incident, which instantly takes HP and type SMS.

    "Now we clean everything first .... Later if Mas Irul was free and came here, seeing his picture can be clear" said his mother who immediately returned to cleaning.

    But apparently, not until noon, Irul has arrived at the house that now belongs to Melian.

    "What's up, Mel ...?" irul asked after getting off the bike and into the living room, where Melian and her mother were cleaning there.

    "Mas Irul ...." Melian directly dragged Irul, getting closer to the pile of photos.

    "What. hell ...?!" Irul who was dragged directly according to him.

    "This, Mas Irul .... Know these photos, don't ...?" ask Melian who has shown the family photo with a neatly arranged position. Yes, old-time family photos, if you want to be photographed everything must be in a ready position. Then the photographer must arrange first before being photographed by the camera.

    "Ooh .... It's Engkong .... This one is Melian's grandmother, Nyah Jun's calling. Lha, this one ..., Ms. Lan .... Mamah. This is a picture of Ms. Lan still a virgin. This fat one is Koh Han .... His brother Engkong of Semarang died yesterday. This one, the husband and wife of his brother Engkong in Kudus .... But he was dead when his son's car crashed into a truck near Lasem Market. Lhah, this one used to be his home in Semarang, is still alive or not I do not know. He said he had a burning accident. If this one, this man and woman I do not know, but as far as I know he lives in Kalimantan. Rarely here. Who's been here a lot, Koh Han." Irul explained one by one.

    "When which Melian Papah ...?" ask Melian who wants to know.

    "If in this photo there is no sign of Melian. This is Engkong's brother. Take a look at the album" said Irul, who asked for the album.

    "This one, Mas Irul ...?" ask Melian who shows the album there are photos of the bride and groom.

    "Yes .... This one is a photo of Cik Lan's bride .... This is a photo of Papah's bride Mamah Melian. Take a look at this .... Well, this one is Koh Liem, Melian's papa. He's Melian's great husband" said Irul, showing a picture of the bride.

    "Well, you look old, Mas Irul .." said Melian, who couldn't believe her father looked old in the photo.

    "Hehe .... Aye .... Indeed, when married to Ms. Lan, Koh Liem was like his father. He said he was betrothed by his parents Koh Liem, Melian's papa." said Irul.

    "Well, continue .... The Engkong family of Papah, which one? Now where is it?" ask Melian who would want to know her families.

    Irul. Confused to answer. Poor Melian who has no one left. Next Irul opens the album, trying to find a photo of Koh Liem's family. Behind some sheets, have not found any photos of the Koh Liem family. Finally I found the expected photo. Family photos at the wedding are almost located in the back itself.

    "Jn .......?!!!" Irul.

    "What's up, Mas Irul ...?" ask Melian.

    "Why, Mas ...?" Juminem is closing in on the album. Of course, directly observe the page of the photo that is being opened.

    "This ....???? This ....??? This ......???" Irul showed me the photos. There are three photos that Melian wants to show. But the photos only show the shoulders down. While the face is blurry, it cannot be seen. Surprisingly, the three photos from the Koh Liem family were like that all.

    "Kok ..., like this, Mas Irul ....???" Melian disappointed.

    Slitting the feathers of Juminem's nape. It was as if there was something in the photo. I don't know what exactly happened, but the photos were as if they were people who couldn't be photographed. The picture on his face was like a burning photo. But strangely enough, the photo that was burned was only on the face of people. If it is indeed an oddity, it means that Melian was fed blood from his father's family. Not from Babah Ho's family. Yes, the strangeness that exists in Melian, now seen from the family photos of his father that can not be seen by ordinary people.

    Blood rushed straight to the brain that was in Juminem's head. For some reason, suddenly Juminem's feeling became shaky. Slowly Juminem's head swayed. And finally, "Bokgh ....!" Juminem has fainted.

    "Mr .... Maki-e ...!! Mak .... Maki-e ...!!" Melian was shocked to see her mother lying on the floor.

    "Mbak Jum ....!! Ma'am Juminem ....!!! Was .... Even fainting ...." Irul was surprised to know that Juminem fainted.

    "Let's be helped, Mas .." said Melian who had tried to help her mother.

    "Yes .... We put it in bed ...." Irul who lifted the body, and then laid down on the mattress.

    Melian immediately stomped her mother's feet. Irul go straight to the kitchen, make some warm tea. Then dripping the warm tea with a spoon, a little to wet the mouth of Juminem.

    "So early in the morning has breakfast not ...?" ask Irul.

    "Already, Mas .... Buy rice pindang at the front stall there ..." replied Melian.

    "The most colds .... Cleaning up is not too pushy. Just a little bit" said Irul who now kneels the shoulders and nape.

    "Ehkgh .... Hoook ...." Juminem belch. The sign is awake.

    "This, minus the warm tea, Ma'am Jum .... Let the wind come out ..." said Irul who immediately held the glass to drink tea to Juminem.

    "Thank you, Mas Irul .... Walah ..., even this digrepoti ...." Juminem can talk.

    "Mbak Jum caught wind of this ..." said Irul, who now began to massage on the shoulder blades of Juminem. Centong-centong is usually a place of bad wind.

    "Yes, Mommy .... Last night the streets in the square didn't wear jackets." Melian said.

    "Yes already .... Make a break first, Ma'am Jum .... I want to go to the store first, I get the medicine to resist the wind" said Irul, who then bid farewell to the store.

    "Yes, Mas Irul .... Thank you ..." said Juminem who returned to lay down his body to rest.

    Melian felt sorry for her mother. He covered his mother's entire body. Of course with affection. Of course, with a story. What a devoted child to parents.

    But Juminem, still thinking about Melian's grandparents from his father's family. Who exactly are they?