DRAGON CARVED JADE BRACELET
Chapter 45: STRESS

    Babah Ho's employee named Irul has arrived at the Lasem Market page. There are many waiting for his arrival. Not only Babah Ho or Cik Jun, but also other market traders, who want to be sure news about the burning of houses in Sarang Village.

    However, the young man riding a motorbike used to deliver groceries to the customers, once in the market yard, in front of Babah Ho's kiosk, after stopping his motorbike, was, when going down from the motor, suddenly his body was limp. The man immediately fell to the ground. Fortunately, it did not hit the motor whose engine was still hot.

    "Heh ..., heh ..., heeeh ....!!! Someone fell off the bike ...!!!" shouted one of the merchants who saw him.

    "God .., Irul .... Babah Ho's employee ...."

    "Why, he ...?!"

    "Eeee ..., fainting ...!"

    "Waduh ...?!"

    "Fainting ...?"

    "Sik Jun ..., this is Mas Irul passed out ...!"

    "More, ordinary .... Most of it is pretend .... Irul regular ndagel ...."

    One Babah Ho employee then went out of the stall, trying to see his friend who was still lying on the side of the motorbike. His friend must have been fainting. He tried to tease his friend by poking at his stomach. But many times the stomach was poked, even pricked with fingers and pinched, it turns out his friend who was lying in the courtyard was not also unmoved. Only then did he realize that his friend had fainted.

    "Wee .... Mas Irul passed out completely ...!!" shouted his friend who looked.

    "God .... Fainting really ...?!"

    "Tolooong ...! Help lift ...!"

    "Yes .., yes .... Let's help lift  ...!"

    Finally some people raised the unconscious Babah Ho employee, taken to the terrace of Babah Ho's kiosk. Some held large cardboard boxes on the floor, to put the unconscious to sleep. Some are looking for warm tea, some are carrying rubbing oil.

    The body of Babah Ho's unconscious employee was besieged with rubbing oil. In the neck, chest, and nose are also rubbed. A man came, then grazed his feet and hands.

    "This is why yes ...? Kok used to faint all this Irul ...."

    "Where did Leh, this was ...?"

    "Hasn't breakfast yet?"

    "I told da Sarang .., and the place where the house was burned .... He usually goes to Jamil's house .... Making sure the house that was burned, is it true whether the house was where Melian was talking to Juminem .." replied Ms. Jun.

    "Ooo .... Lha why come and even fainted ...?" ask the merchant who was close to Babah Ho's stall.

    "Wah ..., if that I don't know ..." replied Ms. Jun.

    "At the very least breakfast is ..." said another.

    "Good not to fall on the street ...."

    People are still trying to resuscitate the fainted ones. There are those who massage the muscles of the hands, and of course there are also those who shake his body to wake up.

    "May ...." Finally, the person who fainted was a human.

    "Alhamdulillah .... Thank goodness for God .... Mas Irul was conscious ..." People immediately gave thanks, because what was feared did not happen.

    "Let's drink anget tea first, Rul ..." a woman's basket gives a glass of warm tea and helps drink it.

    "Jan-jan-ne, why are you ...?"

    "What's the matter, Rul ...? How to faint .... Not yet breakfast, yeah ...?"

    "Do I get raw rice first ..., for breakfast ...."

    "No need .... I have breakfast, really .." replied Irul who just realized it was starting to rise.

    "Why are you ...?"

    "Annu .... Anu .... Where's Miss Jun?" said the employee, who then looked for his employer.

    "I am here .... Piye, Rul ...?" suhut Cik Jun who directly asked the result. Yeah, news about the house that burned down.

    "Anu, Miss Jun .... Anu ..." the young man was confused to convey.

    "Anu, Ms .... The burned house ..." again his words came to a halt.

    "From this point ona-anu ..., ona-anu .... Mbok sing ceto ...!" sure Miss Jun is impatient.

    "Sepent .... My head is dizzy again .." said Mas Itul. The young man held his head, afraid of fainting again.

    "Russia .... Beware held .... Pumptive ...."

    "Take a seat .... Just sit down ...."

    Of course the people who are still shrinking there are back noisily and worried. Finally, Babah Ho's employees were directly seated in plastic chairs commonly used to sit by Babah Ho.

    "Piye ...?!"

    "What exactly is ...?"

    Ms. Jun and Babah Ho again asked for a report. Surely the two of them were also impatient to hear the news from the maid, to ascertain how the condition of her grandson.

    "Cong .., Ms .... I have arrived at the nest. It has arrived at the destination ..." said the young man who is often called Mas Jo.

    "Haiyah .... How about there, ha ...?" ask Babah Ho.

    "Yes, Rule .... How about Me Me ...?" timpal Ms Jun.

    "Cong .., Ms .... Kang Jamil's house has been burned down .... There was no remnant at all, there was ashes scattered on the former floor" said the maid.

    "Me Me how ...?" ask the worried Miss Jun.

    "Said the villagers who met me, that night Kang Jamil's house was tied up, then burned down. The occupants cannot get out. He said the smell of a burnt body grill stung his nose .... In front of Kang Jamil's house actually I am not strong, I already want to faint .... I could not bear to see the ashes scattered. But I hold it, I'm strong enough to go home." replied Irul, the employee who had just fainted earlier.

    "Keep ..., my granddaughter how, Rul ...?!" again Miss Jun asked her granddaughter, who must have exhausted her hopes.

    "There is no rest at all .... Everything becomes ash ..." replied Mas Irul.

    "Huaaaa .., huk ..., huk ..., huk .... How about Me ...? Hua, huk ..., huk ..." instantly, Ms. Jun's cry broke out, picking up the people who were there.

    So did Babah Ho. Although not crying roared like his wife, but the man of Chinese descent who was old enough to look very hit. Streams of tears immediately drenched his cheeks. Of course he was very sad. The grief came over and over, hitting the Babah Ho family.

    The people in the market immediately tried to calm Babah Ho and Ms. Jun. Encourage, motivate, sympathize with Babah Ho and his wife. Not a few who also cry, because of his empathy for Ms. Jun.

    Likewise with two men who helped sell Babah Ho. He was crying too. Of course, he also felt the sadness of his master, who came continuously, hit the Babah Ho family. One by one his family members died, with tragic events.

    "Geez, Babah Ho .... How the disaster continues to befall his family ..." said the neighbor of his stall.

    "Pity, yes .... His son-in-law and son are gone, now his grandson also died .... Even tragically, burned by residents to ashes .... Don't know the body. O Allah, forgive your servant O Allah.

    "The villagers, you know, could burn their own neighbors. But it is not necessarily wrong that Iyu .... It's called vigilante .... The police are silent ..." The other one said.

    "Lha yes .... Me Me is still a baby, do not know anything, have not sin ..., lha kok ya burned it, you know ...!"

    "Well, jian .... It's really outrageous ...."

    "This should be thoroughly investigated, who burned the house must be put in prison. Cook burning people at will .... Like the people of the era of bar-bar only. Our country has no law, what?"

    "The love of Miss Jun and Babah Ho .... Infants who are entrusted with being burned ...."

    "It's true that Jamil's keeping a giggling ghost?!"

    "Lha wong rice alone who sent Mas Irul every month, from the gift of Babah Ho. All her life needs sent Babah Ho ..., kok accused of keeping a strangled ghost .... Jian outrageous the residents of the Nest."

    "Wis, anyway I swear I will not pass or set foot into Sarang Village ...."

    The news received about the burning of Jamil's house was certainly a lively discussion in the market. And the hardest hit by that event, was Babah Ho and his wife.

    Babah Ho is no longer able to move. His mind was empty, unable to do anything. He's stressed. Of course, because of the burden of suffering, experiencing sadness in a row. Death comes in turns, death comes in turns. Does his family want to be crushed by the Power?

    Miss Jun too. Babah Ho's wife was not out of thought. Why is he, his family, constantly afflicted? What's wrong with his family? What law of karma is given by the Power, so that suffering is endless.

    Finally, Miss Jun took her husband home. Babah Ho who shakes, ask to be held by his servant, to be delivered to the house. Surely this grandpa wanted to calm his stressed mind.

    "Irul, Jo .., the stall please take care of you. I couldn't think." said the princess's employer to her stall servant.