DRAGON CARVED JADE BRACELET
Chapter 209: ISAK WEEPING MOURNERS

    Melian was silent with her eyes closed. Resigned and surrender. According without fear. Following what the Almighty wills. Only one hope, he could see Ms Indra for the last time, before the loved one was buried.

    The giant dragon that was in the form of a wisp of green smog was gradually thinning again. It disappeared without a trace. And you know, Melian was already in a village in a crowd of people. Melian was already on the front street of the courtyard of Irul's parents' house, the house that Irul and Indra lived in. The place is already crowded with mourners.

    On the side of the road in front of the house of the Irul Family was already lined with wreaths of mourning flowers. Very much and big. Grief wreaths sent by colleagues, suppliers, suppliers, company bosses who cooperate with the Laris Shop.

    "Melian ...." a male voice called out.

    Melian looked towards the person who called out to her. It was Parmo who had met him.

    "Mas Parmo's .... Huk .., huhuhu ...." Melian immediately hugged Parmo, and of course immediately cried.

    "That's hard, Mel .... Ms. Indra has gone before us .... May Ms Indra be accepted on the other side" Parmo told Melian, who said that Melian still has a brother relationship with Ms Indra.

    "Come, we go to the place where Cik Indra's body ..." said Parmo who immediately took Melian.

    Of course the mourners who knew Melian's arrival were whispering, asking who Melian was.

    "Who is he ...?" ask one of the mourners.

    "His sister Cik Indra ..." answered the others.

    "Never know."

    "In Jakarta ...."

    "Oi .... The ass immediately cried."

    "Pity of Irul ...."

    "Yes .... No children have been left by his wife."

    "Even though Ms Indra was a good person .... Be generous, often giving to neighbors. Even if Lebaran also divide the package sembako .... How quickly this is called The Power ...."

    "Everything's been outlined, Kang ...."

    "Yes .... May the good charity of Ms Indra be a reward that widens her path in heaven ...."

    "Amale ...."

    Parmo continued to hold Melian to enter the house, until he reached the Irul family's living room. There is a long table made of teak wood, which is specifically used to place the corpse. Once in the room, of course the father, his mother and Irul were surprised Melian had arrived there. So fast was the journey from Jakarta to Lasem, almost beating the ambulance that delivered the body from Rembang Hospital to the house of the Irul family.

    "Melian ...?!" Juminem who saw the arrival of his son, he immediately hit his son. Of course with sobs, sad to mourn the fate of Miss Indra who has died.

    Likewise Melian, who must have lost a person who was considered a poxiknya, who used to make out with him, now had to be stretched out in a place that would soon be included in the coffin.

    Jamil also approached his son. She also hugged her son who was crying.

    After hugging his mother and father, Melian who saw Irul who was fixated in front of the corpse, immediately hit a man who was very sad because of the loss of his wife.

    "Mas Irul .........!!" Melian hugged Irul's body tightly. The crying became more. Deep sorrow and sorrow in Melian's heart, and Irul's.

    Irul also hugged Melian's body strongly, like a brother-sister who was grieving the loss of his wife and pox.

    Juminem and Jamil approach, approaching Melian who is still clinging to Irul. Likewise Parmo who is close to Melian. They wanted to calm Irul and Melian who were crying roaring in front of Indra's body.

    "Patience, Nduk .... All is destined Yang Kukur ..." said Juminem who had hugged his son's shoulder while stroking his hair.

    Parmo who came closer, could only see his sister-in-law and Melian crying. He is unable to say anything. Silence in confusion, looking at Irul and Melian who were completely washed away in grief.

    After hearing Mr. Jamil's words, Irul slowly calmed down. It was already starting to be able to control his sobs. Melian, however, was still crying.

    "Sik Indra why, Mas Irul ...?" melian asked on her sobs.

    Irul hugged Melian's shoulder. He threw down the head of the blooming girl on his chest. Then said Irul slowly, while holding back sobs.

    "I'm sorry Mas Irul, Mel .... Mas Irul can not keep Ms Indra well ..." said Irul on the sidelines sobs.

    "Indeed Ms Indra why, Mas ...?" ask Melian who wants to know.

    Irul approached Indra's body lying on the table. Melian followed. Then Irul opened a little jarit cloth that covered his wife's body, with the intention that Melian could see it.

    Melian also bent her head, seeing the face of Ms Indra behind the rag. Instantly Melian immediately buried her head in Irul's body, while beating her chest. Of course with sobs that broke again, Melian again cried roaring.

    "Sik Indra why, Mas Irul ....?! Hua ..., hua .., huhuhuuu ...." asked Melian to Irul while still beating her chest. Melian was devastated when she saw Indra's scarred face. Not able to see it. Melian must have asked the cause.

    Irul was silent, unable to answer. Fear of wrong and anger. He let Melian beat his chest, to release his emotions. He knows how intimate Melian and Indra are. Like a sister who does not want to be compared unfortunately to Irul. Not to compare his affection. So naturally if Melian witnessed the body of his pox that was full of wounds, surely his emotions immediately overflowed.

    Witnessing such a situation, the mourners felt pity, pity for Irul, and Melian who was crying was not because of it. Including Irul's family, Irul's mother's father and her sisters. That bitter cry deeply cut the hearts of the mourners. The cries of those who lost a good oarang. And all who witnessed it finally shed tears.

    "Relax, Nduk .... Patience yourself .... Let Ms. Indra calm down in the afterlife ..." said Juminem who finally had to stop her child's treatment of Irul. His condition is grieving. Everyone is sad. It is not good to blame each other and hurt each other.

    After Melian calmed down, Irul clutched Melian's body which was still crying roaring about it. Of course Irul wants Melian to start being patient and calm.

    "Cik Indra why, Mas Irul ...? What happened to Ms. Indra ...?" asked Melian in Irul's arms.

    "There's a sadistic robber, Mel .... Not only robbing property, but also the life of Ms Indra .... Huhuhuhu ..." replied Irul who returned crying.

    Suddenly Melian released Irul's embrace. Melian immediately turned over, then re-opened the jarit cloth of Indra's body cover. Melian wanted to see his condition. And just then, Melian's body trembled. His hands immediately clenched. His face turned red. His mouth was tight. There is anger coming out of Melian. Very angry to hear the words of sadistic robbers who have taken the life of Ms Indra. Melian is not willing. Melian did not accept. There must be justice.

    Irul who witnessed Melian's state, was worried about going berserk in the grieving place. He hugged Melian, to calm his heart. Delaying anger.

    "You're patient, dear .... Our old grandfather has taught us sincerity ..." in that embrace, Irul invites Melian to sit down.

    Whether there was any energy flowing into Irul's mouth, Melian took it for granted. He sat in a chair with his father and mother and the Irul family. Shut up and calm down.

    Irul's mother approached Melian, hugging the girl while stroking Melian's hair. A loving hug and caress, like a mother who pours out her affection for her child.

    The process of retrieval of the corpse is carried out by the villagers who are already used to doing their duties. Of course led by Mr. Modin. Indra Cemetery is done with Javanese customs, through traditions commonly carried out by the people of Lasem. Starting from the ceremony of bathing the corpse, dressing the shroud and arranging into the coffin.

    And finally, the funeral ceremony was held. Of course with lawyers who use heartbreaking words, sad words. Even after the coffin was lifted, there was a brobosan event, where the family left around strolling under the coffin up to seven times. And it turns out that the brobosan was not only from the family of Irul and Jamil, but many people who participated brobosan. Especially the neighboring women who have been very close and kind to Indra. It must have invited cries from people, both those who participated in brobosan and other mourners. There were even women who were very moved and continued to hold the coffin carried by the four burly men.

    And the peak of crying again broke when four men who cut the coffin began to step carrying the body to the grave.

    "Mrs Indra ........II Don't leave us, Ms .....!! Hua ..., hua .... Huhuhuhu ..." a middle-aged woman rolled around in the yard, crying so hard, not wanting to lose Indra who was about to be buried. Some people try to help wake up and calm down.

    "Yes ..., Ms. Indra .... Why leave us ....??!" others also started screaming bitterly.

    "Huhuhuuhuhu .... Ms Indra ....."

    "Huhuhuuhuhu .... Why did you leave us so quickly, Ms. Indra ....??!"

    The rain of tears accompanied the departure of Cik Indra to the cemetery. The line of mourners accompanying the corpse is very long. Not only one village, but also the people from the villages next door, who on average know Cik Indra. People will lose forever. And they were crying, crying for the good of Indra all this time to the people. The various virtues that Indra has given are revealed all, and now the good man is gone. These people feel very lost. Losing good people, losing good.