DRAGON CARVED JADE BRACELET
Chapter 230: ARAK-ARAKAN

    Melian will be paraded by the residents of Transformer Village. Mr. Bejo is leading it. He said Melian had succeeded in becoming a scholar, passed the exam with a very special grade. The villagers who are mostly scavengers, rent a lot of bajai, transportation bemo typical orange tricycle color is only in Jakarta. They flocked Melian from her campus to Kampung Transformer. That's proof of pride of the people of Ciliwung River, who are very happy to have been helped by Melian and her friends. And most make the scavengers happy, his village, his business, even photos of his activities, has been broadcast and will be documented on a very magnificent campus. And of course, only that time they entered the magnificent campus, where the professors are very famous.

    Bajai lines have filled the parking lot at the Business Management campus. There are about twenty-five clothes decorated with various colors of marble paper. On the front and back, there are hanging manggar flowers. Five clothes were ready for the men who were on it, wearing traditional Betawi clothes, gloating and sneaking. These people are carrying tambourine music equipment, and have been pounding the tambourine while singing typical Betawi songs. They play a tambourine welcoming Melian who will be paraded back to her village.

    Of course, the boisterous atmosphere of the crowd shocked the people on campus. They also went straight outside. Watch what is happening on the page.

    "What is this ...?!" the teachers who came out, wondered. I want to know what's going on outside.

    It turned out that the tambourine band had lined up with many people, and all of them were wearing traditional Betawi clothes. They enliven the atmosphere with tambourine music. Like it would welcome the bridal motorcade. Even suddenly, Mr. Bejo who was just wearing long-sleeved clothes, now has to wear Betawi-style clothes. They lined up at the campus exit, welcoming Melian.

    "Melian ........!!!"

    "Mrs ....!!"

    "Sir Melian .......!!"

    "Congratulations, Melian ...!!"

    The men began to haunt Melian, who was greeted with great fanfare by her citizens.

    "Is this ...?" of course Melian herself was shocked to receive such a welcome. Didn't expect before.

    "Congratulations, Neng .... Already a scholar ..." a mother immediately approached Melian. Then he kissed Melian, wearing Betawi-style clothing.

    The tambourine music continues to overdo Betawi special songs. The people of Ciliwung continued to complain about Melian. Welcoming the success of people who have built their villages.

    "Maye .... You are really great .... Even the whole people have welcomed you like a hero who has defeated the wrathful angkara" said the Head of the Study Program who has repeatedly congratulated Melian. But this time, her eyes and heart were truly shown, just how much Melian was indeed a person who meant so much to those scavengers.

    "Thank you, Mr .... This is their show. I had no idea it was going to happen this way" Melian replied.

    "It's okay. I am proud of you. Can I come and take you?" said the lecturer who actually asked permission to accompany.

    "This is bajai, sir .... Small folk transport picture .... Are you not ashamed?" answer Melian.

    "No. As long as Melian thinks this is good, I will also say so." replied the Prodi Chairman.

    "If indeed you will, please, sir ..." said Melian who certainly did not dare to refuse.

    The lecturer went straight to the clothes parked in the courtyard. Some people followed immediately. Will definitely accompany the teacher.

    "Daughter ...! Come on, come with me ...." Melian called the Princess, would be invited to the village of the scavengers.

    "Thank you, Mel .." said the Princess who immediately followed the march.

    All the escorts are on their way in. Five clothes were at the front, the line of people carrying tambourines. Of course while singing typical tambana music. But of course, after the clothes began to turn on the engine, and the whole bajau roared with his distinctive voice, the tambourine sound was somewhat lost. However, the tambourine healers continued to play their rhythms. And to be sure, the procession has been documented by the Melian campus.

    Melian is in bajai number six. After the tambourine army. He was accompanied by Mr Bejo's wife, who was also wearing encim clothing. Of course while telling about the bajai motorcade event. Frankly, the plan was very sudden. Even her husband doesn't know.

    "Kok use a procession event everything sihm Bu ...?" melian asked his wife Pak Bejo, who seemed to be the leader of the procession.

    "Hehehe .... This earlier, when you and Mr. Bejo left for campus, there were several bajai drivers coming to our village. He said he wanted to learn about how to organize our village .... I told you about yourself .... Well, they forced their way to meet you, Neng .... Hence the idea continued to emerge, following Neng Melian bustling to campus.  If we eat it we have prepared. But if the procession event, it is very sudden. That's why it came almost too late." Bu Bejo's story to Melian.

    "Oh my goodness, Ms. Bejo .... I was confused about this .... Surely the lecturers thought that I rented all this" said Melian who was very flattered.

    Meanwhile, in the bajai behind Melian there was Pak Kaprodi, his lecturer Melian, who sat with Mr. Bejo. In that bajai, of course, the lecturer also asked a lot and wanted to know the ins and outs of his village to Mr. Bejo.

    "Pak Bejo .., Melian's parents joined this procession?" ask the lecturer.

    "Pak Bejo ..., this tambourine art is also trained by Melian?" ask the lecturer.

    "No idea, sir .... I've never seen these guys at a tambourine exercise." replied Mr. Bejo.

    "If this procession, has it also been prepared long ago?" ask the teacher again.

    "I don't know either, Mr .... No one talked about this yesterday either .... If the food was served, we prepared it. It was just for thanksgiving because Melian was about to graduate. Because of the stories of the students who volunteered at our place, when we finished the exam, there was usually a meal. Therefore, we prepare special dishes from the village of Ciliwung. And it turns out less .... Hehe .... I didn't think that came much. But we were happy instead, the place where the meal was all empty" Mr. Bejo explained.

    "Well, there's this much clothing, how much rent ...? It is wasting money .... You make a big loss .... In business management, this is called waste" said the lecturer.

    "No, Mr .... We don't feel wasteful. We don't feel like squandering money." Suddenly the driver replied. Then he continued, "This is our idea, from the driver's questionnaires. Frankly we are interested in the change of scavenger villages in Ciliwung, which were once only very shabby gubugs, in a short time it has turned into a very interesting tourist spot. We really want to learn from them. It turns out that the one who taught them progress was Melian. And when we wanted to meet, she said Melian was on her graduation exam. Because people were convinced that Melian was going to graduate, and there were even people coming to deliver food, yes ..., one way, we all agreed that we would parade Melian. So this procession of bajai is our idea of the bajai drivers to pick up our would-be helper goddess. Like a schoolboy, Mr. .., we have to pay a fee to pay for it." explained the driver.

    "Hemm ..." The lecturer who became Kaprodi could only nod his head. Mark was very amazed by the public's belief in Melian. To the extent that these people deified Melian. If only Melian wanted to run for the council, he would have been elected. Let alone the council members, nominating the governor or president though, will surely win.

    Meanwhile, the Princess was on the back of the clothes. He was with young men. Although also wearing traditional Betawi clothes, but it seems that the young man is not a citizen of the Ciliwung bull. It looks smooth in its language, and very polite.

    "Where did this come from? How come it's not Betawi?" the princess asked the man sitting next to her.

    "From Sumatra." replied the young man briefly. Without looking at the person who asked.

    "This is a volunteer, Melian's friend ...?" ask the Princess again.

    "Yes .." replied the young man, again very short and expressionless.

    "Where's the lecture?" ask the Princess again, who is certainly very curious.

    "ITB ..." replied the young man as well.

    Of course the Princess was shocked by the young man's final answer. It turned out that the guy sitting next to him was an ITB student. A college that is very haunted, because it is famous as a college that scored great people, a college where smart people. And this time, one of his students sat beside the Princess.

    "Second .., My name is Princess." The princess said her name and immediately extended her hand to shake hands. Greetings introductions.

    "Akbar ..." said the man who also extended his hand to greet the Princess.

    But after getting acquainted, the two people actually fell silent. The princess, who had been wondering, was silent. His view looks confused. Pretending to look ahead, but occasionally seen glancing at the handsome young man sitting next to him. Surely this young man is a good student, as is Melian. Yes, students who want to volunteer, most are good people who are noble-hearted.

    Lucky not long later, the clothes had arrived at the parking lot in Kampung Transformer. So that the dag dig dug in the heart of the Princess immediately loosened.

    The rebanes were again pitched hard and with the chants of Betawi special songs. The children and other residents of Transformer Village immediately came out. Go to the source of the crowd. Melian was paraded again by the citizens. This time, Melian who was in front, walked with the Kaprodi lecturer who was with him, accompanied by Mr. Bejo and Bu Bejo. Then behind him, a tambourine convoy. And of course, they are with happy children. Including other residents, who accompanied Melian's journey across her village road to the unique house where Melian lived. The atmosphere is very lively and crowded. In fact, there are tourists who welcome and accompany Melian.

    And when he arrived at the unique house, which used to be Melian's bed with other volunteers, suddenly there was another surprise.

    "Yuuuurrr .........!!!"

    Volunteer students put a bucket of water on the top of the door, and when the door opened, the bucket of water fell down and flushed all over Melian's body.

    "Horeeee .....!!!!" the whole community cheered. Watching Melian splash in the water.

    "Congratulations and success, Melian ....!!!" said his friends volunteers who have done pranks on Melian. Then they immediately docked Melian and gave greetings and congratulations.

    "Come, the meal is in the cafeteria ....!!" yelled Bu Bejo.

    The procession immediately stopped in front of the unique house. Then the escorts rushed to the cafeteria, where food is provided for all residents, including Mr. Lecturer and the driver's clothes. As a thank you for Melian's graduation to become an undergraduate. The scavenger village that no one or children attended school, it turns out that there are scholars. What a pleasure they were, who had just heard the words of the scholar.