DRAGON CARVED JADE BRACELET
Chapter 42: THE MYSTERY OF THE STRANGE GRANDMOTHER

    Jamil has been working as an employee at the brass craftsman's premises. Yes, the small town of Juwana is indeed one of the industrial cities that produce crafts from brass. Different types of brass crafts are made by the craftsmen in this city. Ranging from beautiful chandeliers, door handles, water faucets, to jewelry necklaces, bracelets and rings. Everything was created and very interesting.

    Now, Jamil began to work as a brass craftsman. It was very far from the time he became a limestone digger, which had to be hot with the sun, which had to be filthy with earth and lime, which had to be, which must be powerful to lift large and heavy limestone rocks. Now Jamil must begin to familiarize himself with brass reinforcement, get used to forming brass in molds to be made into various forms of crafts, both small and large.

    With this new job, of course Jamil feels lighter, tastier and more comfortable. It does not have to be hot with sunlight, it does not need to wet with sweat that continues to pour, and also does not need to struggle to lift heavy limestone to be raised on a truck. Now he works in the shade, in the space, and sits more to smooth out a craft. Yes, for the first time work, Jamil got a part of smoothing or glossy the crafts that have been formed. That must be really good.

    Jamil is grateful for the work. Although as an employee in the brass craftsman place the pay is not so great, the important thing can be used to meet the needs of his life. And for sure, can be made to buy milk for Melian.

    The good Jamil, can immediately blend with his friends. Yes, there were only nine people working in that craftsman's place. And of course everything is good and willing to be friends with Jamil. Especially two people who are in the smoothing and glossy parts of the production, which later to be forced into packing for sale.

    "Mas Jamil ..., that Sampeyan lives in Kampung Naga, in a house that has been found?" asked the middle-aged man who was sitting next to his right, rubbing the brass from the production.

    "Walked what ...? You mean how?" ask Jamil who must be confused.

    "Whoa .... Don't think about it, Mas Jamil .... This one guy .... The superstitious love ..." said the other friend, who sat on his left side.

    "Eee ..., don't say superstition .... This is really, yes ..." man on Jamil's right.

    "Here, Mas Eko was indeed happy that so-so. Later if someone says the place has a waiter, he immediately asked for a lottery number .... Ordinary, this Mas Eko was once a lottery number .... Hehehe .." said the other friend mocking.

    "Hauss .... Do not reveal the secret of people ..." said the man on the right side of Jamil, whose name is Mas Eko.

    "What is in my house ...?" ask the curious Jamil.

    "A pretty oma-oma that often sweeps pages .... Hehehe ..." said his friend again.

    "Huh, if that's the mysterious strange grandmother .... If the waiting is different again .." said Mas Eko.

    "Hee ...! Serious work .... Don't keep talking ...!" suddenly his boss came to scold the three people who were talking.

    They fell silent and again rubbed the crafts that had just been printed by other workers.

    "Let me tell ..." whispered Mas Eko to Jamil.

    Jamil did not answer. Remain still and continue to work, though his head nods a sign ready to be told. And arrive at the break. Jamil, who was about to open the rice pack brought by his wife, suddenly his hand was dragged by Mas Eko. He was invited to the outside, sitting in the courtyard where it is commonly used to dry brassware prints. There is a wooden bench or a wooden bench.

    "Brazil .... Your house in Kampung Naga is full of mystery ..." said Mas Eko who began to tell the story.

    "Full mystery how?" ask Jamil who is curious.

    "It's an old house. Although it looks nice and neat, but actually it is a relic of the ancient Chinese. Even before independence." said Mas Eko.

    "Taste, anyway ...? How does the architecture look good and new?" sahut Jamil's.

    "Yes the hell .... But it's actually a relic of the Chinese who first came to Juwana. The house used to be alone, but then every person of Chinese descent came to Juwana, living around the house you occupied. Because of the culture they carry, namely barongsai or liong-liong, and the most famous of which is the dragon dance, then the village is further known as Kampung Naga" said Mas Eko who told the story, it is almost the same as what Mr. Lurah said. Of course Jamil believes.

    "Create ...?" ask Jamil who is starting to be curious.

    "The words of the old people, at that time, when there was a barongsai show from various regions, when the giant dragon from Naga Village was performing, there was a competition of greatness that led to quarrels. It was pecinan geger. The village was a fire. Exactly burned. The whole village was burned, charred and completely destroyed. Only the house you are in now, is untouched by fire. The entire Dragon Village was scorched in flames. But strangely, the house that you occupy, which was guarded by giant dragon lions, can be free from the flames." Mas Eko story that seemed to know the event itself.

    "Create ...?" of course Jamil is getting curious.

    "Nah .., according to the story ..., a giant dragon lion trying to get rid of the fire that will burn the house of the Chinese elder, after the fire was extinguished suddenly the giant naka was destroyed. Lost without a trace, it is not known where it disappeared." continued Mas Eko who told of the disappearance of dragon Liong.

    "What about the Chinese whose house is still intact?" ask Jamil.

    "Yes of course he was sad .... The Chinese in the village were all burned to death, including his beautiful wife. Only he with his infant son who was then carrying, survived the raging fire at that time. Surely the Chinese elder was very sad and very sorry about the incident" said Mas Eko who seemed to imagine the sadness experienced by the Chinese elder he told.

    "Well, where is that guy with the baby now?" ask Jamil who would like to know.

    "Perhaps because of his sadness, the baby was entrusted to the villagers, then he went out of nowhere, without being known to others. No one knows where he is now. While the baby grows and develops into adulthood and old. The grandmothers who had houses were the babies who had survived the fire that took people from the village" Mas Eko explained to Jamil.

    "Yes, right .... Lucky you could meet the old lady. Not everyone can meet him. Even I, who is a native of Juwana, never met the old grandmother. The person is mysterious ..." said Mas Eko who must be curious because he never met the old grandmother.

    Jamil. His eyes glared to the sky, imagining the events that occurred in Kampung Naga at that time, then remembered the events that occurred in his house which were also burned by savages. He imagined the little baby that his father saved at that time, Jamil also remembered the fate of Melian, when he had to take him to escape from the fire of his house.

    Strange, why was he suddenly in the house of the person who had the same story as Melian? Is this arranged by the Almighty?

    The barren clock in the middle room of the brass house chimed. A sign the break is over. Jamil quickly stood up, then returned to work. Sanding and smoothing brass craft products. He works hard and diligently. Of course, in order to get a decent payment to meet the needs of the household. Jamil continued to work until the afternoon, when the working hours were over.

    "Hore .., sir-e came home ..." said Juminem, carrying his son, as he moved Melian's hand, as if to welcome his father.

    "Melian, Darling ..." said Jamil who had entered the courtyard of the house.

    But unlike yesterday when in Sarang Village, who usually go home from work directly to the well, draw water and then take a bath. Now, Jamil immediately took a broomstick, sweeping the scattered leaves of mangoes and guavas. Jamil wants to keep his house clean, as the homeowner has ordered.

    "How did it work, Kang ...?" ask Juminem while feeding his son.

    "Alhamdulillah is nice and pleasant, Jum .." replied her husband who was still sweeping.

    "Helped, Kang .... Just came immediately given a job ..." said his wife.

    "What obviously works is better, Jum .... Not hot and not blessed with large and heavy limestone rocks ..." Jamil said.

    "Why does it work, Kang ...?" ask his wife again.

    "That, Jum ..., rub the brass craft. Sanded and smoothed so that camping ..." replied Jamil.

    "Waah ..., good leh, Kang ..." - Juminem.

    "Pah .., pah ..., pah ..." Melian suddenly spoke, and his hand pointed at Jamil.

    "Wee ..., my son can already call Mr-e ..." said Juminem who was excited to see the development of his son.

    "What floor has been mapped yet, Jum ...?" jamil asked his wife.

    "So morning already, Kang .... When Melian sleeps, I mop the same cook." replied Juminem.

    "Grandma Oma the homeowner didn't come here?" ask Jamil again.

    "No, Kang .... I also look forward to not coming." replied Juminem.

    "Jum .., tomorrow if Grandma Oma comes here, you have to respect, you treat whatever we have. Think of Grandma Oma as our mother, our symbol, Melian's oma. Because after all, this house is his, assume we are only told to occupy. We have no right to own this house, Jum .." Jamil told his wife.

    "Yes, Kang .... Why, Kang?" ask Juminem who would want to know with the words of her husband.

    "We should be grateful, Jum .... This is Grandma Oma's house. Not everyone can get in here. Even people will buy at the price of billions is not given. But we ..., suddenly told to occupy a big house and as good as this .... So we must be grateful, and do not forget the grandmother as the legal owner of this house" said Jamil who certainly ordered that his wife know the reality.

    "Yes, Kang .... I am happy with that grandmother. Even Melian was also happy, when Grandma Oma carried him, Melian laughed out loud .... That means our son is happy, Kang ..." - Juminem.

    Talking so, suddenly the Grandma being talked about was already in the courtyard of the house. Of course Jamil and Juminem are shocked.

    "Ma .., ma ..., ma ...." Melian pointed towards Grandma Oma. His hands were stretched out wanting to be carried by the Grandma.

    "Monngo, Mother .... Here enter ..." said Jamil who immediately invited the grandmother to enter the house.

    "In the meantime, yeah .... I want to carry my granddaughter first ..." said the grandmother who had asked Melian from the sling of JUminem.

    Juminem immediately took off his carrier, handing Melian over to the grandmother. Of course, it is still confused by the arrival of the mysterious grandmother. Juminem could only look at her husband. Similarly Jamil who is confused witnessed the reality of his friend's story.

    Granny's really weird mystery.