DRAGON CARVED JADE BRACELET
Chapter 233: MY HEART IS ON

    Mr. Man with the children began to install a waterwheel that he made all day. Of course, children who are curious, are very curious to know how the results of his work when installed in the river. Can the waterwheel that was prophesied from the used goods be spun?

    Some boys who are old enough to open their shirts and jump into the river. They'll help put the mill in. These kids used to jump into the river. They are good at swimming or playing in water. So it does not matter if they join the mill made of used bicycle wheels.

    "Please the center pole in the rock first ...!" said Mr. Man told the children who were in the river.

    Of course, the children immediately together arrange the legs of the wheel made by the mill, so that the position is balanced and easy to rotate when through the river current. Indeed, Mr. Man did not fully follow the picture given by Akbar. It was from that picture that used only one wheel. But after thought by Mr. Man, if only using one wheel, the condition is less stable. If exposed to river currents that are tilted, the thin kirncir will collapse. So Mr. Man added one more wheel that was given a distance of about fifty inches. The inter wheels are aligned and in welds. Then the wheel axis is also spliced and welded. Then on each wheel was given a can that was cut obliquely, as described by Akbar, affixed to the inside of the left right of the wheel, and also given a booster so that when the river current is heavy, the, cans whose purpose is to be driven by water are not released. While on the outer side of the wheel which is only a palek and the wheels, given rubber from used tires that are sliced and attached and tied firmly with rayon yarn. From the rubber tires that come to spin this dynamo will be rotated. The principle is the same as the ontel bicycle dynamo used to power bicycle lights. If the wheel rotates, then the dynamo will spin, and generate electricity. Man sir knows what Akbar meant. Only in this mill, which rotates not a bicycle but the river water flow.

    The wheel began to be attached. The wheel started turning. The mill began to give the children hope. All look happy to see the river waterwheel that began to look attractive. Now it is not only the children who swarm the newly installed wheel. But some parents, who had just returned home with produce, with bodies that looked tired and thirsty, they also smiled watching their children's work with Mr. Man. Instantly, tired, tired and lethargic turned excited and excited again.

    "Man ...!! That's the mill less up a little ...! If it gets too deep into the water, it turns less tightly ...!" shouted one of the residents who had just returned to look for scrap, from the top of the river, telling him that the wheel was too into the water.

    "How should ...?!" ask Mr. Man who is still in the river.

    Finally the adult male who was still dirty entered the river. Help justify the installation of the mill.

    "Please get a rather long piece of bamboo four stems ...!" the man who had just jumped into the river asked his companion who was at the top.

    "So ...?!" tanya who was at the top, while showing the pieces of bamboo taken.

    "Yes .... Drop ...! Please get me a wire, to tie up ...!" yells out in the river again.

    Others look for used wires to tie the bamboo as a pin pole. And now, those who work are just old people. Even to strengthen the support pole, bamboo is also added again. Eventually they form a stronger three-legged. While the children who had helped Mr. Man, now only a spectator, who waited for the results to be witnessed.

    Finally, after the storm and shoulder to shoulder, the waterwheel can now spin quickly, as hard as the current of the Ciliwung River.

    "Make this mill for what, anyway ...?" ask scavengers who have been soaked to help plunge into the river.

    "Don't know ..." replied Mr. Man.

    "Lhoh ..., how the hell ...?! Make the mill bother really do not know what for ..." said the person again who is certainly a bit disappointed.

    "That's what makes children, really .." replied Mr. Man again.

    "God .... Turns out this is just a kid's toy ...??!!" that guy looks pissed.

    "For the power plant, sir ..." said the boy who had the idea first.

    "What power plant ...?? It does make power generation easy ...?! It's expensive, yeah ...!" said the old man again, who was still annoyed with the children.

    "Later Mr. Akbar who will bring his tools ..." said the boy again.

    "Now, Brother Akbar, where ...?" ask the people who are finally curious.

    "Kak Akbar is still in college .... Patience ..." Suddenly Melian came and told me.

    "Om yes .., Ms. ..." said those who are still in a fuss.

    "When is the return ...?" someone asked Akbar to go home.

    "Well, we'll just wait .... Bandung Ciliwung was far away, sir .." replied Melian.

    "O, yes ..., yes .... Akbar was his lecture in Bandung ..." said the others after waking up.

    "So the message to me, just make the mill first .... The important thing is that children know the shape of a waterwheel" said Mr. Man who was told to make a mill.

    "Rpa .... If the wheel is only the size of a bicycle wheel, the power produced is also small .... Electricity is also small .... Can't light up our village .... This is a lesson for children. The important thing is that our children know that the electricity is generated from the waterwheel used as a hydroelectric power plant" Melian explained to the scavenger fathers.

    "Ooo .... I thought I could light up the whole village .." said the people, who did not understand.

    "Sister Melian ...! the waterwheel is already .... It was there ..." said the boy while showing the windmill that was already installed.

    "Come, Brother Melian .... We'll see the watermill." take the kids to Melian, which of course while dragging Melian's hand towards the te[i river.

    "Yes ..." said Melian who immediately followed the children, heading to the riverbank.

    The parents then returned to their homes. There are also those to the junkyard. Of course to put carts carrying junk items along with the produce of trough. Yes, in this village, the junkyard has been managed together. Then the results obtained, directly weighed, then put into stockpiling according to their respective types. Plastic shells become one with plastic, iron becomes one with iron, and paper becomes one with paper. After being weighed by the on-duty, these scavengers got a record of the day's results. It will be exchanged for money by the payment department. Some of the results are saved, and the rest is for the purposes of daily living. That's what makes them more prosperous.

    "Nhaa ...! That's Brother Akbar coming ...!!" shouted one of the children who saw Akbar's return by riding a motorcycle and carrying a bag on his back.

    Of course his friends who were engrossed in watching the beautiful berbutas waterwheel, immediately on turning to observe the arrival of Kak Akbar.

    "Sir Akbar ...!! The wheel is now ...!!" shouted one of the children loudly telling Akbar who they were currently waiting for.

    "Yes ..., a moment ....!" sahut Akbar, who will certainly put his motorcycle first.

    And after putting his motorcycle down, Akbar who was still wearing a jacket, a helmet, and holding a backpack that looked heavy, was, head straight to where the impatient children will watch the waterwheel become a power plant.

    "Es oranges only ..." replied Akbar who looked tired.

    "Have you eaten yet?" ask Melian again.

    "Eat it later." replied Akbar who had lowered his bag.

    "okay .... I'll eat." said Melian with a smile. Then go to the cafeteria to buy ice oranges for Akbar.

    "Sir Akbar .... It's the waterwheel .... It was crowded at the river" said the children who told.

    "O, yeah ...?" sahut Akbar's.

    "This .., his clothes are still wet" replied the children who had jumped into the river.

    "Russia ..... Cool .... Very good ..." said Akbar who was amazed by the mill made by Pak Man.

    "This was the old plant, Brother Akbar .... Because you have to find a position so that the wheel can spin quickly" said the children who certainly also helped.

    "O, yeah ...? Now please call Mr. Man again .... While carrying the pieces of pambu yes ..." pinta Akbar to the children.

    "Yes, Brother ..." The impatient children wanted to watch his work run.

    Meanwhile, Akbar had already opened his bag. He began to take out the things that were in the bag. It must have been equipment and materials for the power plant.

    "Accounts .... Drink first .... Here's the orange ice ...." Melian who came brought a glass of orange ice to Akbar.

    "In a moment, Melian ..." said Akbar who had crouched his goods.

    "This .... I hold the glass .... Here, drink ...." Melian had already fed an orange ice glass to Akbar. Looks very attentive and affectionate. Of course Akbar according to course because it is very thirsty.

    "Thank you, Mel .." said Akbar after sipping the orange ice several times.

    "Where, Brother Akbar ...?" suddenly Mr. Man came and of course ready to help again.

    "Sir Man, please make a footing from bamboo to the mill, for me through installing dynamo" Akbar told Pak Man.

    "Oo, some kind of bridge ...?" ask Mr. Man.

    "Yes, just to get through .... It's pretty small. The important thing is to pass." said Akbar.

    "O, yeah ...." Pak Man instantly made two bamboo nailed with pieces of board. It must be easy to cross to the place of the mill, so it does not have to splash into the river. Subsequently installed from the river bank to the mill pole. Man tried to cross it.

    "Look, Brother Akbar ...?" ask Mr. Man.

    "Rubber, Mr. Man .... Thank ye. I ask you to put a bamboo pole on the edge of this river, sir .... Later to tie cables and lights. Not much, Sir .... Five lights alone." asked Akbar again to install the trial lights.

    "Oooh, yes Brother Akbar .... Like the electric light pole, yes ..." said Mr. Man who knew the meaning.

    "Children .., help Mr. Man hold this cable, yes .... Drawn with Mr. Man ...." Akbar asked the children to help.

    Finally, Mr. Man with the children have installed a lamp post. Not big, just a small lamp, as big as a bicycle lamp. The distance was not too far, only about three meters. There were only five lights hanging on the poles.

    Meanwhile, Akbar is still busy installing a dynamo player attached to a wheel that continues to spin driven by the current of the Ciliwung River. The dynamo player was attached to the used tire rubber on the wheel. Of course, the best position is sought, so that the rotation is also smooth. The principle is the same as the ontel bicycle dynamo. But the dynamo carried by Akbar is larger in size. As big as a water pump machine. Next, the wires from the dynamo were funneled into wires attached to the light bulbs.

    Many times Akbar observed his equipment. Make sure what is installed is correct. In the meantime, the children remain patiently waiting for a miracle. Likewise Melian who remained patiently accompanied Akbar.

    Time continued to roll, until the sun began to leave the sky. Only a tinge of shade light decorated the space. It will soon be dark. The children did not want to move, even though his parents had told him to go home. Melian who was hoping for anxiety, could only look at Akbar who was starting to look like a charming silhouette in her eyes.

    "Byarrr ..." suddenly the light bulb hanging on the bamboo poles stuck by the river lit up.

    "Horeeeee .....!!!" the children immediately cheered in excitement, watching the lights that lit up from the wheel they made.

    At that moment, all the people came to witness the miracle.

    "Now take a shower first .... I'll watch it again" said the parents who told their children to take a bath, because it was too late for the children.

    The kids ran home to take a shower. Follow the words of his parents. But now the industry replaces the old people who watched the lights that lit. The lights from their waterwheel.

    Akbar stepped across the bamboo, towards the riverbank, where Melian had been waiting for him.

    "You're great, Akbar .... Already light those lights in my heart." said Melian who certainly smiled proudly at Akbar.

    "Thank you, Melian .... This is all for you" said Akbar who also smiled smugly looking at Melian.