DRAGON CARVED JADE BRACELET
Chapter 250: UP TO JAKARTA

    As promised, that at graduation, Melian's parents with Irul, will come to Jakarta to see Melian graduated.

    On Sunday afternoon, Jamil, along with Juminem and Irul, had departed from Pati to Jakarta. Jamil, along with Juminem and Irul, drove his own vehicle, driving Jamil's car. Of course, later driving it will alternate between Jamil and Irul. They left for Jakarta across Pantura. Of course the journey from Pati to Jakarta takes a very long time. Luckily, there was already a toll road that would smooth the journey.

    Jamil, Irul and Juminem depart for Jakarta, heading to where Melian is located, which is in Kampung Transformer, as ordered by Melian. But driving to Jakarta is the first experience for Irul and Jamil. Of course to drive a car across Pantura Road to Jakarta, they are always vigilant and careful. Yes, of course, because they have just brought their own car by driving themselves to Jakarta.

    When Jamil drove, Irul who repeatedly called Melian asked for directions, so as not to get lost. Conversely, if the driver Irul, then Jamil repeatedly called Melian to ask for directions. Of course, in order to get to Melian's place by not straying.

    Yes, indeed the experience to Jakarta that has never been done by someone, will cause him to be confused with the streets are very nice, very majestic, very spacious, and very spacious, but the road is also very numerous. That is why, Jamil and Irul always communicate with Melian. So Irul, Jamil and Juminem did not stray down the street.

    It's still too early. Even before sunrise, they had reached the village called Kampung Transformer. Yes, the village built by Melian along with volunteer friends from other universities, who have received awards, even Melian has been included in television news.

    That morning, the driving coincidence was Irul. He immediately stopped the vehicle in the field commonly used for parking in Kampung Transformer. Surely even though it was still early in the morning, where he stopped, there were already some people pushing carts that were already full of junk items. Iru is sure this is the place. Where Melian built a slum owned by scavengers, into an organized and interesting village.

    Then, after stopping the car, and get off the car. Likewise Jamil who came out, to straighten his back. Squeeze body.

    Then Irul called Melian. But unfortunately, several times called, the HP was not lifted.

    "Maybe Melian is still asleep ..." so said Irul who never got angry at Melian.

    But a moment later, Jamil's HP sounded. Melian called her father.

    "Hello ..., sir .... Where have you been?" melian asked when he called his father.

    "God ..., Nduk ..... I have arrived at the parking lot .... This is you know, in front of which there is a field, there continues to be a writing gate Kampung Transformer." replied Jamil who had gotten out of his car and had seen the neighborhood.

    "Yes, Mel .... It has arrived at the parking lot in front .... It's there's people on the wagon carry the wreckage ...." Irul also swept in Pak Jamil's HP.

    "Please, Ndik .... You're out for a while, I don't know the place yet" Jamil said, calling Melian.

    "Oh, yes, Mr .... A moment, Mr .... Pak-e and Mas Irul were there first. I'll be there soon, will follow. Pak-e same Mak-e stayed there first .... Melian will be there soon."

    "Yes .., yes ..., Nduk .... I wait, Nduk ..." so said Jamil who then turned off HP waiting for his son.

    "Who do you meet, Mr ...?" suddenly a middle-aged scavenger came up to Jamil and Irul, asking him.

    "Eh, yes .... Want to meet Melian ..." replied Jamil who was surprised to be visited by the scavenger.

    "Oi .... Neng Melian ...? He lives in an antique house .... Let me take you there ..." said the scavenger, who turned out to be very friendly.

    "O, yes .... Thank you, Mr. ..." said Jamil, who then took down the bag and suitcase from the car, and took Kuminem also down from the car.

    But the scavenger had not been able to deliver his guests, not long after Melian had come to the parking lot as well.

    "Lhah, that's Neng Melian coming ..." said the scavenger as he pointed towards Melian.

    "Oh, yes .... Melian ...!!" Irul immediately shouted to Melian.

    "Mas Irul's .... Pak-e .... Mak-e ..." so did Melian who immediately shouted when she saw Irul and her parents. Then Melian hugged Irul. Of course the first one was found. He also hugged his mother and father.

    "Neng Melian's Guests, yes ...?" ask the scavenger.

    "Yes, Mr. Man .... Thank you .... This is my parents, Mr. Man .... Tomorrow will attend Melian's graduation.

    "Ooo .... This is Neng Melian's old man, from the village?" rich Man who certainly smiles. Then greet his mother's father Melian and Iru.

    "Ah, it's normal .." said Mr. Man.

    "Come ..., come ..., come .... We go to the shelter first." Melian took to her parents. Of course Jamil, Juminem and Irul directly follow. Likewise, Mr. Man who dragged his wagon, followed the road together.

    "God, Nduk .... This is the village you built it to, Nduk .... Nduk ..." said Jamil who was astonished and amazed to see the village is quite large, with buildings that are antique and unique but aesthetically pleasing, have a good and well-organized artistic soul.

    "It wasn't me who built it, sir .... But this Man, along with the people here who have made this village so good" said Melian who certainly did not want to be said as a builder.

    "But the idea is from Neng Melian .... Haha ...." Mr. Man Sweets.

    "God .., Nduk .... This is what is called Kampung Transformer that was on TV yesterday? The village that gave you that gift." asked Juminem to his son.

    "Not a gift, Mom .... But the award ..." said Melian.

    "Just the same to, Nduk ..." denied Juminem.

    "Gee .... Very good, Mel ..." said Irul who is certainly proud of Melian who has built the Transformer Village.

    "Yes, Mas Irul .... This is the village that we built with friends, all of those friends were students who became volunteers who were willing to work socially to build and develop this village. But the most instrumental yes of course the villagers here who want to be invited forward. How's Irul? Nice no?" melian asked Irul, who would have taken Irul's hand.

    "That's great, Melian .... Anyway this if in my opinion, this village should be a tourist destination if traveling to Jakarta. Melian, just look at the buildings are very antique, very unique, have a soul of art .... Well, moreover, this is on the river bank which he said Jakarta's veins. He said the river was always flooded. But in reality this is precisely the river looks good, looks clean, looks attractive. Wow .., this must be in this river there are those little boats, Melian. Well ..., for water tourism." Irul who of course also gave input to Melian.

    "Yes, yes, Mas Irul .... To add to the tourist attraction here yes, Mas .... Wah .., yes, Mas Irul ... if for example made water tourism, there are small boats, there is a boat from the rubber, there is a boat that is made of water, or from the feber that usually has the shape of a duck, there is a goose, or there are animals, which are nice it. must be more crowded .... Yes, Mas Irul .... Later I will talk with friends to be made a water tour. Yes .., hopefully later friends can hold the boats, and surely the children will be happy to travel on this nice Ciliwung River." so said Melian who is certainly also happy when receiving the idea from Irul and it certainly becomes a very interesting tourist plan.

    They continued to walk slowly, while watching the beauty of the village. Although the atmosphere is dimly lit, but the village is already busy with the activities of its residents.

    "Well ..., now come on in. Pak-e, Mak-e, Mas Irul .... Look at Melian's shelter. In this unique building .... But don't be surprised, there are Melian's friends inside. They are also students who are involved in social activities. Don't worry, we're all familiar here. We're all good here" said Melian, who had invited her parents into the antique house.

    "Yes .... Believe, Nduk ..." sahut juminem who is certainly happy with his son who has been able to build progress from the slums, his village scavengers into a very nice and interesting village.

    Then the four of them entered the antique house that was used as a place to stop for volunteers in the Transformer Village. Melian brought her mother's bag, then placed it in her shelter.

    Irul kept looking at the building. Looking to the right and to the left, watching the beauty of the antique house building, a building made of used items, but looks unique. He was unceasingly amazed.

     Juminem and Jamil who witnessed the beauty of the village and the building inhabited by the scavengers, certainly do not believe in the story of his son.

    "This is true, Nduk ..., if the people who live here are scavengers?" ask Juminem who certainly wants to know the truth of what his son told him.

    "Yes right, Mommy .... This is called Transformer Village. This place used to be very shabby, sir, Mak .... So the scavengers only live in huts made of old cardboard. Well it's certainly very ugly it's certainly not very good sir, Mak .... Well .., that's when we thought about turning the scavenger huts into good buildings, livable buildings, and certainly healthy buildings to live in." as soon as said Melian answered what her mother asked.

    "Walah .., what kind of building is out of money, Nduk? It must cost a lot. Whose money? Where's the money from?" of course Juminem still imagines that building this scavenger village, turning the village into good buildings, would need a lot of money.

    "Lha, if this unique building, Mel ..., what is it for your home?" ask Irul who would like to know.

    "Hehe .... No, Mas .... This is just a volunteer shelter house, which is said to be the actual building used for resting places for people who want to take shelter. But the volunteers eventually turned the building into an antique building made of scrap materials from the scavengers in this Transformer Village from scrap piled up, stacked, designed very uniquely. Yes, of course because the volunteers are among the students from the arts of course they have a good idea and art. Well .., that's the creativity of the artists who are indeed very beautiful and interesting. Because many volunteer friends come from far away, then they stay here. This is what finally became a place to stop for friends. Anyone who wants to sleep here is welcome. Even if there are tourists who want to stay can also." explained Melian to his family.

    "Waah ..., you're great, Mel ..." said Irul who praised him.

    "Oh, yes .... Pak-e, Mak-e, Mas Irul .... If you want to rest in that room, please .... But the bath was changed. Soon after the cafe is open, we have breakfast there" said Melian who showed the places.

    They also went straight to the bathroom. And of course for Irul, after breakfast, he immediately took a short break. Because all night he did not sleep, of course because he drove and also accompanied Mr. Jamil to see the road. He was really tired and sleepy.