DRAGON CARVED JADE BRACELET
Chapter 44: FINDING NEWS

    Return to Lasem for a moment, to witness the story of Babah Ho.

    Hearing the burning of Jamil's house, Babah Ho and his wife again grieved. Of course because in the house there is a grandson, namely Melian. Especially when hearing rumors of bad stories about Jamil, as well as other ugly stories, Babah Ho must have raised his hand and did not want to follow along. If necessary Babah Ho did not admit that his grandson, Cik Lan's son was entrusted to the Jamil family.

    Indeed, as usual, the situation in the village, the village community, if there is anything, if something happens then the news immediately spread to various corners. Especially in the market, where people meet from all corners of the village, from the village to the city. The news spread very quickly. Including news about the burning of Jamil's house.

    Like that morning, in the Lasem Market there was news about the burning of Jamil's house. Yes, the house of the residents of Sarang Village who are urged to keep a giggling ghost for the visitation. It is said that the strangled ghost flew, was chased by residents, and finally arrested at the home of its owner, the person who maintains the giggling ghost. So by the residents in a crowd, the house of the owner of the strangled ghost was burned. The family inside was on fire.

    Yes, of course, the name of news from mouth to mouth, must be added with spices that are more creepy. Just like the story of the strangled ghost that has terrorized the villagers. And even more terrifying is that Jamil's family one house burned alive inside that house. It is said that when the house was burned there were sounds of terrible screams. Even so, the residents did not care about the voices of screams from inside the house. Torches made of oil-filled bamboo sticks, continue to be thrown into all corners of the house, in order to burn the entire building. And finally, it must have been the strangled ghost-keeping house, which was burned by the villagers, scorched entirely, flat on the ground.

    News that circulated, no relics were found from the burning of Jamil's house. Everything was burned, with no remains. Only ash and a little charcoal were laid on the former floor of Jamil's house. Must have all of its inhabitants burned down. Even told by the people, if that night, when the burning of Jamil's house, the smell of roasted meat is very pungent. It must be the residents of the house whose bodies were charred by fire.

    Hearing such news, Babah Ho must be sad. And without feeling, tears had already dripped down the cheeks.

    "Home .... Jun ...! Sinio ..." said Babah Ho who was sitting on a plastic chair in the corner of the stall, calling his wife.

    "Yes, Pa .... What's up call...? There are still many buyers .." said his wife.

    "Haiyah .... That belita will-wakal lumah da where ...? Ha ...?" babah Ho said, asking about the burning news of the house to his wife.

    "In Sarang ..." answered his wife who was still busy serving the buyers.

    "Haiya .. owe dengel it belita will-wakal lumah da Salang ...? Ha ...? What's in Jamil's house, ha ...? Place Me Me, ha ...?" asked Babah Ho who was certainly very worried.

    "Huh ...?! Da Sarang ...?! From Jamil's house ...?! Whopping .... Me Me ....!! Hik ..., hik ..., hik ..." suddenly Miss Jun remembered her granddaughter who was entrusted to Jamil and Juminem. It must be Miss Jun, Babah Ho's wife was shocked and hysterical.

    Surely the market people immediately sat down Cik Jun, wondering why Babah Ho's wife suddenly screamed hysterically.

    "What's up ...?!"

    "Who is screaming ...?!"

    "Mr Jun ...."

    "Babah Ho's wife ..."

    "Sik Jun why ...?!"

    "Sik Jun looks the same Babah Ho ...?!"

    "Let's ask Ms. Jun ...."

    So the market people ran to Babah Ho's stall, wanting to know what happened to Ms. Jun. Not only the traders, but also the buyers who are certainly curious.

    "What's up, Miss Jun ...?" asked one of the merchants who was close to Babah Ho's stall.

    "Me Me .... Huhuhuk ..." said Babah Ho's wife who was still crying.

    "Me Me why?" ask other traders.

    "That's .... Hik ..., hik .. hu .... The house of the people and the burning nest .... Jamil's House .... Is Jamil Juminem's husband ...? Huk ..., hua ..." said Babah Ho's wife, who was certainly getting louder.

    "People are rich, because he keeps a giggling ghost.." said another.

    Surely Ms. Jun is somewhat relieved if called a rich person, because her grandson, Me Me was taken care of by Jamil and Juminem who according to the maid who participated in the stall, the people are poor, and they are poor, the house is ugly and has not been installed on the floor. If the traders or market visitors say the house burned rich people, it means not Jamil who takes care of his grandson. Notably, Ms. Jun's cries somewhat eased up.

    "What is Babah Ho's granddaughter at the momong?" ask the other trading neighbors.

    "Say his house da Sarang .... His name is Jamil .... Wife's Juminem. Jamil was the work of laborers digging limestone ..." said Ms. Jun who mentioned the person who took care of her grandson.

    "Sik Jun has been to the Nest?" ask other sales friends.

    "Not yet .... This, the reminder that I often asked to send a meal ..." replied Ms. Jun, pointing to the boy who was often told to take a bullet to Jamil's house.

    "Lha mbok recalled being told to run for a while to Sarang .... Confirm this news .... Who knows this news is just an exaggerated issue ..." said one man who was also influential in the market.

    "Yes, right .... At least ascertain the truth of the news .... Wong is now happy to hear the news that can not be trusted, kok ..." timpal pottery woman who also want to know the truth of the news about the burning of the house of the strangled ghost guard.

    "Yes, Bah .... Cepetan one of your employees was told to go to Sarang, make sure the news all look at your grandson ....  Sana Mas Irul was told to Sarang ..." said the mothers of meat baskets.

    "Haiyah .... Owe agreed ..." said Babah Ho who immediately told his servant to go to Sarang.

    The young man who helped Babah Ho in the shop serving the buyers finally turned on the motorbike used to transport merchandise, driving towards Sarang. Now he gets a job from his employer to find news about the burning of houses carried out by residents in Sarang. Of course the young man drove his vehicle at high speed, to quickly get to the intended place. In a short time, Babah Ho's men had reached the road in front of Jamil's house.

    The young man who used to deliver the groceries to Jamil's house stopped by the side of the road. He was shocked to see what he saw. The house that he used to visit, is now flat on the ground. Only the remaining ash scattered on the former floor of the house.

    The young man named Irul Babah Ho's maid is confused about nothing. Squeeze all his muscles. Until finally he could only sit on the ground by the roadside.

    "Hee ...! What's up there, Mas ...?!" asked one of the middle-aged men, a villager who saw someone sitting on the side of the road with a motorbike beside him.

    "Sir, ask .... Is this burning house Kang Jamil ...?" ask Irul, Babah Ho's emissary.

    "Yes right .... Last night a crowd of people burned ..." replied the man carrying the hoe, probably going to the fields or fields.

    "What's the matter, Mr ...?" ask Babah Ho's maid.

    "He kept a giggling ghostly mistress, to take the money of his neighbors .." replied the fathers.

    "Lha continues, who has a home how ...?" ask the young man again, who is already standing on the edge of the bike.

    "Everything is burned .... The one with the house, Jamil and his wife's son were burned alive .." replied the fathers who carried the hoe.

    "Wadm .... Does it mean that no one is alive? Everything burned to death?" asked Irul, Babah Ho's employee, who would have been limp back muscles all over his body.

    "Yam right .... Everything is burned .... Just the ashes .... Look at that, just ashes, right ..." said the man carrying the hoe on the shoulder, and stepped away from the teenage boy who was on the side of the road in front of the former house of Jamil.

    Irul, Babah Ho's young man again sat on the ground by slipping his legs. Even now he poured his body, because so weak muscles all over his body, after hearing the words of the fathers of the villagers, he said, and what he observed Jamil's house was completely reduced to ashes.

    Surely Babah Ho's young maid is confused to report to her employer. He was worried that Babah Ho and his wife would be stressed again. Of course this child who has been working to help Babah Ho in the annual Lasem Market, knows the state of his employer. Moreover, he had just lost his son-in-law, son, family who collided right in front of the market. And now, his grandson was burned by the cruelty of the villagers. He was confused, how to convey this news to his employer.