DRAGON CARVED JADE BRACELET
Chapter 210: A GRAVEYARD

    The distance of the cemetery with Irul's house is not so far away. It is on the south side of the village. About ten minutes away, the people who continued to take turns, even scrambling to carry the body of Cik Indra, finally reached the cemetery.

    Four young men lowered the coffin slowly, laying on the edge of the burrow. Then open the coffin lid. Then carrying a pocongan lying in the coffin, to be lowered into the pit. The two people inside the burrow immediately accepted it. Slowly place the pock on the burrow. Then two people who were still in the tomb hole received wooden boards, to be used as a casing in the lower burrow. After it was all covered, the two men immediately asked for a hoe, and pulled the quarry with their hoe, returning to the grave. Closing the grave of Ms Indra.

    "Allahu akbar .....!!!" shouted the person who started to crimp the grave hole.

    "Allahu akbar ....!!!" the mourners who filled the burial ground wept, exclaiming the greatness of God.

    One by one the men who participated in the service to lower the ground, undercut the grave pit of Cik Indra. Keep alternating, until the grave becomes filled with the ground that shakes. Then someone stuck a tombstone at two ends, where the feet and head.

    Surely on the tombstone there is the inscription of the name of the person who died. It is usually the date of birth and the date of death. But there is something different about Indra tombstone. It says, "Indrasari, the good man who died of the character of the wicked". Seeing that writing, surely the residents again hate the behavior of the sadistic robbers, who have killed their victims. They also vowed to arrest and punish death if there are bad people who enter the village.

    Some young men who were also concerned about the robbery accompanied by violence, finally rebelled. Later after returning from the tomb, they will go to the police station, demanding to hunt down the perpetrators of the robbery that resulted in the death of Ms Indra until they meet.

    "Brothers .., don't go home first .... Let us bow our heads for a moment, praying. Praying for the spirit of Ms. Indra, to be forgiven of all sins, received charity and goodwill to be a reward that will facilitate the court on the day of the apocalypse, and may the spirit of Cik Indra be received at the side of the Most Merciful God, placed in His heaven. Aamiin ..., aamiin .., yes Robi-alamin ..." said Mr. Modin who led the prayer at Ms. Indra's funeral.

    "Aamiin ......" the voices of mourners assure.

    "And in this cemetery, in the cemetery of Ms Indra, let us bear witness, that Ms Indra is a good person, nggih ...?!" mr. Modin said asking for the testimony of the mourners.

    "Good man ........!!" sahut the mourners.

    "And we also testify, that Ms Indra is a sholekah person, nggih ...?!" mr. Modin said asking for the testimony of the mourners again.

    "People sholekah ........!!" the mourners shouted again to answer Mr. Modin's question.

    "We also testify, that Ms Indra is a charitable person, yes ...?!" mr. Modin said asking for the testimony of the mourners again.

     "Like charity ........!!" yell at the mourners again.

    "May the goodness of Ms Indra, her kindness, and her good deeds be accepted as a worship charity to facilitate Ms. Indra's journey in entering her paradise Allah .... Aamiin ..." said Mr. Modin who then recited the prayers.

    People who attended the funeral also prayed for Ms. Indra. Prayer filled with tears. Prayer filled with sobs. Especially the Irul, Jamil and Juminem families and the women. They truly feel the loss of a generous good person. Good people who share often. Good people who give often. It is even light-handed in helping its troubled neighbors.

    After the completion of the funeral ceremony, finished praying, one by one the mourners sprinkled flowers in the center of Cik Indra. As a symbol of the name of Ms Indra. Until the land that shakes it increases in height with the number of flowers that accumulate in the cemetery Cik Indra.

    After the mourners, Irul and Melian were still sitting cross-legged in front of Indra's tomb. I want to enjoy the pleasure of three. But now everything must be lost, because Indra is gone. Melian remembered the feelings when Ms Indra was still alive. People who always give up and are good to him, now can no longer be invited to stories, can no longer be invited to joke, and can no longer be invited to make out together. It was fitting that the last two nights of his jade bracelet gave an omen. A sign of sadness from the dragon wrapped around his arm. Apparently this is what caused it. If the dragon who was in the form of a bracelet just grieved and cried, especially Melian who was very close to Ms. Indra.

    "Maye .... Let's go home ...." Irul invites Melian to leave her grave.

    "Mas Irul went home first .... Maybe at home a lot of mourners are waiting. I'm in a moment ..." replied Melian.

    "Remain, want to be here alone ...?" ask Irul reassuringly.

    "Yes, Mas Irul .... I will go straight to Jakarta .... Mas Irul take good care of yourself, yes .." replied Melian.

    "Melian was also careful .." said Irul who then hugged Melian and kissed her forehead, before stepping foot away from the funeral.

    "Yes, Mas Irul ..." Melian's words shook. I don't know what caused it, Melian herself doesn't know.

    Melian was back on the wet ground. Back in the sadness. I want it to feel like he is avenging the pain Ms Indra. It feels like he is chasing the vile criminals and the heart to kill Ms. Indra.

    "Grrrrrn .....!" melian suddenly growled. His hand gripped the ground of the grave of Cik Indra who was still wet. Until the land that had just been deposited in the tomb of Cik Indra was grasped by Melian's hand. Then the land in his grasp was squeezed with all his might, as if squeezing the heads of the criminals who had killed Ms. Indra.

    At that moment, suddenly a red light flashed. A kind of ribbon that gave off a flame-like glow, drifted towards Melian's body. Then brought Melian's body, missing from the funeral.

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    A box truck drove from Rembang to Bojonegoro. Crossing the province from Central Java to East Java. Apparently the box truck wants to find a shortcut, by passing in the village area. Of course the road is not so big, and also not finely paved. Even on some parts of the road, the asphalt has been peeling, so it looks macadam stones that sometimes if crossed by a vehicle can be cheated. Of course, vehicles cannot pass quickly on that road.

    But actually, the truck driver was not looking for a shortcut. Instead of looking for a village road to avoid police intercepts on the highway. Yes, that's the box truck that was boarded by five robbers who had broken into the Laris Shop. Box trucks used to rob the merchandise of the Best Selling Shop. The box truck driven by the robbers who had shredded the body of Ms Indra resulting in severe injuries and blood loss, which then Cik Indra had to die.

    "Dulc .... It's in front there's a stall .... We're stopping. Try to offer the items you have transported. Let it be money ..." said the man who drove the box truck to two colleagues who sat to his left. Two more people were in the box.

    The box truck slowly moved aside. Stop in front of the village shop. Then one of the people in front got off the truck. Heading to the stall.

    "Bu .., we'd like to offer you a cheap snack .... I'm buying ...?" ask the men of the robber gang.

    "Hehehe .... I don't want to buy the robbery ..." said the woman in the shop who was offered it.

    The man who offered the cheap groceries, when he saw the woman in the stall was immediately shocked and frightened. The woman in the shop turned out to be a fist with a face full of wounds and blood on her face.

    "Please ...!! Please ...!!" the man immediately ran to the truck again with his heart pounding for fear.

    "What's up ...?!" his friend who was still sitting in the front door asked, and of course also feared, he thought there was a police officer.

    "That ...! That ...! Pocongan ...!! Go quickly ...!!" said the man who shut the door of his car.

    His friend who drove was directly running his truck. But when looking at the rear view, there was no one behind.

    "Basic Penakut ....!" the driver mocked his friend.

    The truck box was back on its way. Back across the village road. And again stopped when there was a stall in the village that passed by him.

    "That's, there's another stall .... Big enough for the village. There try to be offered again." said the driver told his friend who was beside him.

    "You only .... I'm still afraid ..." said the man who had offered, and said he feared pocong.

    "Whoa .... That stall is crowded .., many people." said his friend who did see in the stall a lot of people who were sitting around drinking coffee.

    "You only .... I don't dare ..." said the man who was feared by the pocong. Then tilted his body so that his friend in the middle immediately went down.

    Akirnya, his friend who was in the middle of the descent. Walked towards the stall, to offer the groceries he was carrying. There are a lot of people hanging out in the village shop.

    "Bu .., I want to offer you a cheap shot ..." said the robber who offered the loot.

    "What's the cheap ...? What is like me ...?" replied the woman in the shop.

    The robber was shocked. The woman's face turned hideous.

    "What is cheap like those who sit in the window ...? Ha ...?" continued said the woman who sells at the stall.

    Then the robber who offered his wares, turned his head and looked at the people who were sitting in the stall. He was more shocked and frightened. And immediately ran away from the stall, directly jumping into the car seat.      "Let's go quickly ...!!" tell that guy to his friend who drives.

    "What's up ...?!" ask who drives.

    "Just go ...!!! Hurry ...!!!" the word that had just jumped into the seat and closed the door tightly and instantly closed the glass. Then buried his head on the back of his friend, without daring to look out.

    The truck box was back on its way. And certainly a bit fast. After a while the truck was running, the frightened man only dared to raise his face.

    "What do you see ...?" ask the robber who was driving.

    "Surprising and frightening. It turned out that the people who were in the stall earlier, the corpses were alive. There was a face that was very broken. There's blood dripping. There is also the skin peeling, visible skull bones .... Hiii .... Serem ..." said the robber who was down trying to offer his goods.

    "Lha, continue .... This is how we ...?!" tanya who drives.

    "Wis .., just keep going .... Until we get to Bojonegoro .... Let's keep. The area is different there. It is not a Central Java region, but has entered East Java. The legal area is different. We're safe there" said the still-frightened robber.

    "Where's that?" tanya who drives.

    "Jp .... Anyway follow this path continue .... To the east continue ..." said his friend.

    "Oh, yes .., right .... It's a smooth road" said the driver who began to feel the smoothness of the road.

    And the box truck is now speeding faster. At least to block the pursuit of police from Rembang. Moreover, the road is smooth, flat and quiet. It is very comfortable to drive at high speed. The driver continued to step on the gas following the straight path without turning back.