DRAGON CARVED JADE BRACELET
Chapter 31: KAMPUNG AMAN MAKMUR

    Strange events that occurred in Sarang Village, became a fun story for the residents of Sarang. Because Sarang Village is a safe village. No thief entered the village. Not even citizens or people who dare to take goods or anything that does not belong to him. Of course all property belonging to the citizens to be safe, nothing is lost. Not only the possessions in the house, even the plants in the fields, in the fields, are all safe. No one steals bananas in the garden, no one takes the fruits on the moor, no one takes the cassava that is not his. Everything's secure.

    The security of Sarang Village has provided peace for the residents in seeking sustenance, in work and in all living arrangements. Not only safe, but the sense of kinship is also very close and familiar. Please help each other. The life of gotong royong became the main joint in arranging the village. And clearly, life in Sarang Village highly upholds the values of honesty.

    Once upon a time, one day there was a shopping bag belonging to one of the residents that contained various kinds of groceries, left at the crossroads. Maybe the one who has forgotten, or even could be the one who has deliberately tried the honesty of the citizens. It was lying from morning until evening. No one touches. No one took. The item remains intact and unchanged. Until finally, there were people who announced, conveying to the citizens, shouting to remind who the groceries were left at the crossroad.

    "There is a shopping bag left at the crossroads, who belongs to ....?!" yell jogo boyo.

    The village device that became a jogo boyo, the village security officer around the village, announced the existence of the bag that was left behind. Of course, while wondering, ready to know.

    "Yes, Sir .... I also saw from this morning ..." the mothers who met jogo boyo commented.

    "Who's got, yeah ...? The problem in the bag was also the money ..." asked the confused jogo boyo.

    "God .... The one who had the bag also forgot it, you know ....But if there is money usually never forget .... Hehehe ..." said the mothers who were spoken to.

    "Lha yes .... This is exactly jan the person who has no mbutohi .... Piye leh ngene iki ...?"

    "Yes, yes .., sir ..." said the mother again who was certainly also astonished.

    "Sampeyan doesn't know to, Mbok ...?" jogo boyo.

    "Don't know, sir ..." said the man.

    "Please tell the neighbors yes, if for example there is forgetfulness ..." said the jogo boyo.

    "Yes, Sir .... Later I will report to the neighbors" said the man who was willing to tell the neighbors.

    Jogo boyo continues to go around, of course still say if there is a shopping bag left behind

    The mothers also directly convey to other neighbors, the next also convey to other neighbors again. So on until news of the existence of shopping bags in which there are groceries and also there is a certain amount of money that is spread to all villagers.

    However, although it has been conveyed by the jogo boyo officers who traveled around the village, despite having been tulled from mouth to mouth rumored by the villagers, he said, still, no one wants to admit the grocery bag at the crossroads of the road. And the bag stays at the crossroads.

    Until finally, in the afternoon before Maghrib. When Mr. Village Chief came to the crossroad, the place where the shopping bag was perched. And of course, the residents also come to the crossroad, certainly want to see what the village head will do.

    "It's absolutely incredible ..." said the village chief.

    "What, Mr ...?" ask one of the middle-aged men.

    "This ..." said the village chief as he pointed to the bag lying at the crossroads of the road.

    "Who does this bag belong to, sir?" ask other people, who are curious.

    "View .... This bag this morning I accidentally put it on this crossroad. There are groceries and there is money too. My thoughts .., my guess .., surely mothers will be interested in groceries or money .... But until the afternoon, until now, until this second ..., this item is still intact. Even the location has not changed. Really hebar .... This is amazing Sarang Village. You are all very honest and do not want to take or touch things that do not belong to him. I'm happy .... I am proud of the people of Sarang Village" said the village chief, not forgetting that he applauded the people.

    Of course the residents also applauded Mr. Village Chief. It turned out that the grocery bag was owned by the Village Chief, who deliberately put the bag to test the honesty of the people. And it turns out, the residents of Kampung Sarang are really honest and no one wants to take things that are not his. Residents of Kampung Sarang really become good citizens without anyone willing to recognize the property rights of others.

    Change of days, another story. That morning Sarang Village was shocked by the goat carcass, although the goat was not so big. The goat carcass was lying in a ditch on the side of the village road. Initially known by the owner of the garden who will cut the bananas that have been cooked in his garden. As he jumped from the road into the garden, there was a goat lying in the ditch. At first he was suspicious of the existence of the goat, which was thought to be sleeping or mired in a ditch. But after being observed, and of course touched to make sure, it turns out the goat does not move, aka dead.

    "please ...!! Help ...!! There's a dead goat ...!!" shouted the middle-aged man.

    "What's up ...?!"

    "Huh ...?! Why ...?!"

    "There's a dead goat ...."

    "Who's goat ...?!"

    "Don't know ...."

    "Where ...?!"

    "There .... In the trenches ...."

    That morning, people in the village who had not had time to go to work immediately ran to the place where there was a rumored goat died. Of course all want to know, want to see what the goat looks like and who the goat belongs to.

    "It's not mine .... I don't have a goat like that .." said one of the fathers.

    "Kok is like Kang Zaenuri's goat, yes ...?!" one of them watched the goat.

    "Try you ask Kang Zaenuri ..., is this really not the goat ...?" another told one of the children to go to the house that was said to be.

    Not long after, Kang Zaenuri also came there, with the child who told him.

    "Zen ..., this is your goat isn't it?" ask the older man who has just arrived.

    "No, Mbah .... My goat at home is still intact .... I was just saying slow." said Zaenuri who was sure that the goat was still intact.

    "Wadm .... Lha continues ..., whose goat is this ...?"

    "It's stiff gini, really ...."

    "That means it's been dead a long time ...."

    "Lha keep on how?"

    "Do you want this goat carcass?"

    "It's ..., don't make a fuss .... Let's bury this carcass .... If eventually it will have rotted ..." said one of the fathers in that place.

    "Bury where ...?" ask the others.

    "At the corner there .... That's a lot of unkempt. It is far away and not close to the homes of the people. A place that no one planted." said another gave an opinion.

    "Yes .... I agree ...." The others agreed immediately.

    "Take hoe .... We make a hole."

    "Ready ...."

    "The deep dance .... Let it not smell ...."

    "Big ...."

    "The carcass of the goat was cut ...."

    "Ready ...."

    That morning, the villagers immediately worked to bury the goat carcass. I don't know who died in that ditch. Because it has been announced to all residents, he said no one lost a goat. The citizen's pet goat is still intact.

    No matter who the goat is. But for the residents of Sarang Village, the goat carcass must be buried immediately. Because if not immediately buried, it will rot and will certainly invite flies and what is feared is to spread disease. Because they are also afraid if the dead goat is exposed to a dangerous disease or virus. Not only is it harmful to human health, but they also fear that the goat carcass carries a contagious virus to other goats.

    That is why, then the residents of Sarang Village rushed to immediately bury the carcass. And of course a hole made to bury deep enough, to be safe.

    "Good ..." Suddenly Mr. Village Chief appeared, after the burial of the goat was completed.

    "Wah .., there was Mr. Lurah, to .... This, sir ..., bury dead goats." said the people who had just finished burying the goat carcass.

    "Yes .... It has to be. If there is something that is not good, it can be bad in our village, must immediately make a decision, take action quickly and appropriately. Should dare to step in without waiting for the leader" said the village chief giving advice.

    "Please, sir ..." replied the citizens.

    "Lha has been announced, delivered to the villagers no one knows, sir ...."

    "If it's not the goat, it's impossible to admit, right ...?! Mosok has no goats to be told to ngaku .... It's called intimidation .... Cannot .... Sin." said the village chief.

    "Guggih, Sir ..." said the citizens.

    "I am proud of the people of Sarang Village .... I am sure, this village will be a safe and prosperous village" said Mr. Kades.

    "But actually this dead goat belongs to who it is, sir .... How come nobody here wants to admit it?" suddenly, one of the residents nodded.

    "Hehehe .... Sorry, yes .... It's a goat from the village. Have someone there .... Her goat caught wind after eating cassava skin petruk .... I just want to test the alertness of the villagers here. Can't solve a problem like this? It turns out my people are great. That's why I told you, your goats should not be fed cassava skin petruk. It can cause goat poisoning, because the skin of the petruk cassava contains cyanide acid" said Mr. Kades with a smile.

    "Vuil .... Jebul Mr. Kades, to ...."

    "The price was stolen ...."

    "It's okay, Mr .... This is an experience for us.

    "Yes .... You must keep clean, and be careful in feeding the livestock." said Mr. Kades.

    And Kampung Sarang also increasingly advanced and became a safe and prosperous village.