DRAGON CARVED JADE BRACELET
Chapter 235: HOMESICKNESS

    A lot of free time is owned by Melian to wait for graduation. He had no burden on the campus. The thesis revision has been completed, has been printed and has been signed by the entire lecturer of examiners and the head of the study program. Have completed the journal, both in Indonesian and English. Even Melian's journal is not only published on the campus, but also requested by foreign publishers. Melian's writing has been included in the ranks of writers among foreign academics. It will make me proud of college.

    After coordinating with her friends, of course to arrange a job in Transformer Village, Melian said goodbye, wanting to see her hometown.

    "Sorry, Akbar ..., and friends everything .... I haven't been home in a long time. Missing the hometown that I have been quieting, I have to treat it for a while. So, everything I give to my friends" Melian said before leaving for the airport.

    "Not long, right, Mel ...?" ask friends.

    "No, lah .... I also have a graduation ceremony, right .... Tomorrow I'll take my parents, let you know." said Melian.

    "okay .... Be careful on the street ..." said his friends.

    "Who's taking you to the airport?" ask one of his friends.

    "No need, thank you .... I'll just take a taxi." Melian replied.

    Melian immediately greeted her friends. Bidding to go home. His friends also let go of Melian, with a smile and a wave of hands. Akbar took us to the parking lot, carrying his bag. Of course in hopes that Melian quickly returned with him again.

    In the parking lot, there is a taxi. So Melian went straight to the taxi, and asked the driver to drive to the airport.Halim Perdana Kusuma. Closer and faster when compared to Sukarno Hata Airport. The flight is a bit limited.

    "Where are you going, Neng ...?!" the people who were sitting in the parking lot greeted Melian.

    "Mudik, Bang ...!" sahut Melian while heading for a taxi.

    "Take my taxi, Neng .... Queue the road first ..." said the taxi driver who immediately opened the door. Indeed, in that place has been arranged taxis that want to queue to divide sustenance. So no need to raise passengers. And by volunteers, they were recorded and given an understanding for good passenger service. Of course to build a positive image for the taxi transportation paguuiban in the village.

    "I left first yes, Akbar ..." said Melian who said goodbye to Akbar.

    "Be careful on the road ....I'm waiting for your return ..." said Akbar who would certainly miss Melian.

    "Yes ..." said Melian who had entered the taxi.

    "You're going home, Neng?" ask the taxi driver to Melian, as he drives forward his car.

    "Yes, Bang .... I haven't seen my parents for a long time" Melian replied.

    "Where is Neng Melian village, anyway?" ask the taxi driver who is certainly already thighs, and already know Melian, because it often hangs out in Kampung Transformer.

    "In Pati, Bang .... Juwana Subdistrict .... From Semarang it is still eastward for a hundred kilos more." Melian replied.

    "Lhoh, means my neighbor, Neng .... My village is in Sukoharjo, Solo ..." said the taxi sopr.

    "Oalah ..., both from Java to, Mas ..." said Melian.

    Finally, they became familiar. And in the taxi, they told a lot using the Javanese language. Of course, the similarity of the area makes them as if they were still brothers. Until it was felt, the taxi had arrived at Halim Perdana Kusuma Airport.

    "Maturnuwun nggih, Mas ..." said Melian in Javanese.

    "Sami-sami, Mbak ..." the driver also replied in Javanese. The feeling of the glitter thickens.

    About forty-five minutes of travel in the air. At eleven in the afternoon, the plane from Jakarta's Halim Perdana Kusuma Airport landed at Ahmad Yani Airport Semarang. Melian got off the plane, just carrying her backpack. Even though the bag looked heavy, it was just clothes. He went straight to the exit.

    "Melian ...!!" the female voice shouted to Melian by name.

    Melian immediately turned her head towards that voice, which she had very memorized, her mother's voice.

    "Mrs ...!" Melian immediately ran small to where her mother, and of course immediately hugged her mother who had not met for a long time.

    "Hi ..., Melian ...!" his father ran to his wife and son. Tado just got out of the restroom. Understandably, the long journey of Juwana Semarang, must be prepared about personal problems.

    "Room-i ...." Melian hugged her father. Then he asked his parents, "Where is Mas Irul?"

    "Mas Irul is busy taking care of his shop to, Mel .... Pity if you have to take Mas Irul .... Kan now who takes care of the store is only Mas Irul alone .." replied his father.

    "Iih ..., cook won't pick up Melian .... There are still her sisters who run her shop ...." Melian cuddle because it turns out that the one who picked up there was no Irul.

    "Don't so to, Nduk .... Poor Mas Irul .... Tomorrow you go to Lasem. Help Mas Irul ..." said his mother who gave understanding to Melian.

    "Yes, Mommy ...." Melian walked over gontai, somewhat disappointed.

    "Yes .., Nduk .... Mas Irul was already in the shop, still taking care of your home .... I feel sorry if I am too tired .." added his father.

    "Lhhh ..., Mas Parmo isn't cleaning anymore?" ask Melian.

    "Yes still .... But said Mas Irul, if the house is not occupied, if eaten by termites not found .... That's why Mas Irul often sleeps at Engkong's house, all guard and clean." said his father.

    "Wis ..., come .... We go home first .... Later stop by to eat soto in Kudus" said his mother who asked to go home soon.

    Melian sat in front accompanying her driving father. His mother sat behind him. Jamil drove slowly, out of the airport parking lot. Then go to the pantura line, for the trip home.

    "When do you graduate, Nduk?" ask mother.

    "Front month, Mommy .." Melian replied.

    "The plan will be for Pak-e, Mak-e and Mas Irul to come see you graduated ..." said his mother.

    "That's right, Mak ...?!" asked Melian again look happy after hearing Irul will come in his graduation.

    "Yes .... Irul himself said .... Yesterday's phone call, when was Melian graduated .... Later if Melian diwisuda want to come to Jakarta to see you graduated. He said he wanted to know what graduation was like ..." explained his mother.

    "Yes, Mommy .... Later if the date is definitely I will tell you. What plane is the train?" ask Melian.

    "Yes ndak papa .... If you ride your own car, leave early. Two days earlier, that's .... Stay in Transformer Village. Let Mak-e, Pak-e and Mas Irul know what I have done in Jakarta. That's ..., the village that got the award yesterday ..." said Melian.

    "But where the streets go, don't you know yet, Nduk?" sahut.

    "Later Melian love the floor plan ..." said Melian.

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    "Mas Irul ...!!" Melian shouted, after getting off her father's car parked in the courtyard of the Best Selling Store.

    "Melain ...! Come on, come on ...!" suhut Irul from inside the store.

    "We .... There's Melian ..." said Irul's sisters in the store. And of course the employees are looking towards Melian.

    "Hi, Ms. Nur .., Mas Parmo .... How's it going?" greet Melian.

    "Good, Melian .... Yesterday we saw Melian enter tivi .... Well, great you, Mel ..." said Mbak Nur who witnessed the news.

    "Thank you, Ma'am Nur .... That's me just representing, really .... Who built the village is a citizen of Ciliwung" said Melian who did not want to be arrogant.

    "Sir Jamil .... Bu Juminem .... Monggo, please enter ..." said Nurjanah who welcomed the arrival of Jamil and Juminem.

    "Still, Ma'am ..." said Jamil and Juminem who went directly to his shop Irul.

    Parmo immediately brought tea bottles for his guests, and gave plastic chairs to sit two guests.

    "Here, how are the sisters in the store all? Who's sending whom's stuff?" ask Mr. Jamil.

    "These are sisters, Nur Sama Parmo I taught to manage inside. Let it be able to deal with the problem of orders, orders and stock of goods .... Let it continue, it does not depend on me .... The outer part of his sister Nur .... These employees are also divided in the store and are escorted to customers. Anyway the way all, sir ..." replied Irul.

    "Melian what part, Mas ...?" melian suddenly teases Irul. Of course with a big smile.

    "Melian school used to be a real .." replied Irul while poking Melian's nose.

    "It's over, Mas .... Graduation stay ..." said Melian.

    "Alhamdulillah ..." said Irul who was happy.

    "Mas Irul wants to see Melian graduated?" asked Melian, who certainly wanted to hear Irul's answer.

    "When is the graduation?" ask Irul.

    "Another month." Melian replied.

    "It can be anything, yes ...." Irul was pretending to be confused.

    "It must be. .." said Melian.

    After speaking for a while, and giving gifts to Irul's family, Juminem invited her husband, and of course Melian, to Engkong's house. I want to see a house that has never been seen.

    "Mas Irul .., we're going to Engkong's house first .... Yeah, just looking .... Long time no see the house of Engkong." so said Juminem who said goodbye. Of course also do not want to linger in the store, even bothering people who are on the buy.

    "Consider, Ma'am Jum .... Later in the afternoon I went to Engkong house ..." replied Irul who certainly could not ban his guests.

    "I'm waiting, Mas Irul ..." said Melian who certainly really hopes to have a casual chat with Irul.

    "Bu Jum .., this is the same snacks for supplies at Engkong's house." suddenly Parmo had brought a cardboard containing groceries and snacks, which were directly put into the car, he said, it can be cooked at Engkong house.

    "Well, Mas Parmo was even bothered." said Juminem.

    "No fuss, Ma'am Jum ...! Wong that later who often make coffee at my Engkong home, kok ..." said Irul who often sleeps at the Enkong house.

    "Thank you, Mas Parmo ..." said Juminem, as he got into the car.

    Jamil runs the car, exits the courtyard of the Laris Shop, heads to the ancient house, Engkong's house which now belongs to Melian. And certainly not too long, because the distance is not so far away. Jamil's car stopped at the gate. Melian got out of the car, then opened the fence, to pass his father's car.

    "God .... It had long been invisible, Neng ..." suddenly there was a female voice rebuking him.

    "Yes, Madam .... I went to school in Jakarta ..." said Melian who was surprised.

    "Ooo .... Pantesan ..." said the mother.

    "Monggo, ma'am .." said Melian who went straight into the yard, while closing the gate.

    Jamil, Juminem and Melian, opened the door. Get into that house. Then open all the windows of his house, so that the air in the house is not too stuffy. Melian and Juminem clean up. Jamil directly took the bucket and mop tool. He mopped the floor. Yes, it is true, the house if not occupied even dirty. Different if anyone inhabits, at least someone cleans. The three of them immediately clean up. Without feeling it, time is late afternoon. And their stomachs are starving.

    "Jum, hungry .... We eat first ..." said Jamil who can not resist hunger, of course achievement after hard work.

    "Yes .... I have cooked, really ..." said Juminem who immediately took her child and husband to eat together at the dining table. They also enjoy the dishes. Although only eggs omelet and sambal terasi, but because of hunger, then it tastes very delicious.

    "Nwbt .... Later Pak-e with Mak-e go home first. You want to stay here, right?" jamil said to Melian.

    "Yes, Sir .... I want to help Mas Irul ..." replied Melian.

    "Yes already .... Means later I stay ..." said his father.

    And after all was done, Juminem and her husband returned to Juwana. Melian was at Engkong's house alone. But for Melian, it was common.