DRAGON CARVED JADE BRACELET
Chapter 48: NEWS OF SUFFERING

    An ambulance accident sweatshirt crashed into a truck in Pantura Demak making headlines that day. Not just local newspapers, but also national newspapers. On the front page of the newspaper was a picture of an ambulance entering the river, against the background of people who had gathered to witness the accident. Including people who helped evacuate victims.

    Not only newspapers, but radio and television also broadcast news of the ambulance accident that collided with the truck. If on the radio only broadcast news by voice, it was only a moment or a cursory. People who hear are also less clear. And also the news on television. Although there is a picture and there is also an explanation with the voice of the broadcaster, but the news also flashed briefly on the television screen. Surely the one watching could not repeat to play the news again

    Just like that afternoon, when Juminem was momong his son while watching television in the family room.

    "Mrs .... Ma ..., ma ..." said Melian who was on her mother's lap, her hand pointing-to the television.

    Juminem understood the intention of his son, who showed the news on television. So Juminem immediately saw the news broadcast on the television. Tivi was broadcasting news of a traffic accident. Yes, an ambulance accident that collided with a truck that occurred in Pantura Demak, causing the ambulance to enter the river.

    "Yes ampuuun .... Ambulance car hit by track .... Whopping .... It must've ruined it. Well, let's get into the river .... How is that ...?!" juminem said as he watched the news.

    "Ma .., ma ..., ma ...." Melian pointed again at the news.

    "Lhoh ..., what ....?! Whopping .... The picture is past .... Where were the victims of Lasem ...?! Walah ..., who is ...?!" Juminem took the news seriously, when he was heard in the ear if the victim was a Lasem resident. Yes, of course because Juminem feels people from Lasem, would want to know who became the victim.

    Juminem continues to listen. But the video of the victim being picked up by the rescuers was gone. Juminem can no longer see the image of the victim's face. But what he heard, if the victim is Lasem, a married couple who will be taken to the hospital. Even in the news it was also said that the ambulance brought the sick from the hospital in Rembang to Semarang. But unfortunately, the ambulance carrying the sick man actually hit a truck and entered the river. After that, the news changed with other news.

    "Ma .... Mak ..." said Melian who held and stroked Juminem's cheek.

    "Yes .... There was an ambulance accident hit the track keep going in the river ...." Juminem told his son about the news he saw earlier.

    "Ma ..ma .... Mak ..." said Melian again and showed her hands to the television, as if to tell her about the news.

    At work, during lunch breaks, as usual Jamil had lunch with his friends. That afternoon, Jamil, who had finished his lunch, was suddenly called the owner of a brass craft brewer.

    "Mas Jamil ..., here a minute ..." said the owner of the brass craft business.

    Jamil immediately stepped in, heading to the inner room where his master called.

    "Excuse me, sir .." said Jamil who had entered.

    "Sit here, Mas Jamil .... Wait a minute, yes .." said the spokesman told Jamil to sit in the living room.

    Jamil sits in a chair that is usually occupied by guests or buyers of crafts owned by his employer. As Jamil sat in the guest chair, waiting for his employer, Jamil's eyes looked at the newspaper lying at the table. He saw the front news. There's a picture of an accident. The headline is "The Moon Into the River".

    Jamil was interested to see the news. Finally, his hand shifted the newspaper, in a position that could be read comfortably. He should not have picked up his newspaper, but the news could be read.

    "Astaghfirullaaah ......" Jamil was shocked when he read some of the writings.

    Yes, what surprised him was the victim written on the paper. Written in the news, the victims were ambulance drivers and patients from Rembang Hospital who were to be taken to Semarang. Even in the news, the name of the victim was written and the address. Bun Ho and Mei Jun, citizens of Chinese descent, Lasem people.

    "Is this Babah Ho and Miss Jun?" Jamil asked himself.

    Out of curiosity, then he observed the picture of the photo in the newspaper in an observant manner. He wanted to see the pictures of his victims.

    "Yes .... This is Babah Ho's face.." muttered Jamil.

    At that instant, Jamil's chest was immediately hot and tight, as the news had already spurred the blood flow that instantly made his heart beat fast.

    "What's up, Mas Jamil ...?" suddenly his master was already in the guest chair, which was certainly surprised by the state of Jamil who looked like fear.

    "Sorry, Mr .... Here, newspaper news worries me ..." replied Jamil who pointed to the newspaper.

    "Why indeed?" ask employer.

    "It's an accident victim, an ambulance into the river .... Looks like the victim was the one who used to help me .... Helping our living economy" Jamil said.

    "Who?" ask employer.

    "Ho Papah .... Masar Lasem Sembako juragan ..." replied Jamil.

    "Mas Jamil sure ...?!" his employer wanted to make sure.

    "Yes, Sir .... This in the photo, the victim's face is indeed Babah Ho's face .... The victim's name was also written there said Bun Ho and his wife Mei Jun of Lasem. The man at Lasem Market calls him Babah Ho, and his wife is Cik Jun .... This seems to be true, Mr. ..." explains Jamil.

    "Yes, pardon .., Mas Jamil .... Innalillahi .... Babah Ho and his wife. May his sins be forgiven, yes Mas Jamil ..." said his employer, who certainly saw the sadness of Jamil.

    "Sorry, Mr .... What am I called, sir ...?" ask Jamil to divert the conversation.

    "Oo, yes .... This Mas Jamil .... My plan, Mas Jamil I asked to help Antok around sending goods to the bookers. Well ..., straddling the goods of the order." said his employer.

    "Where, Mr ...?" jamil asked to know the place.

    "Yes, Sir .... Thank you." said Jamil who would be happy.

    "Then, wear a neat outfit tomorrow .... No need to bring rice stock, then snack as the driver ..." message his employer.

    "Excite, Sir .... Thank you ..." said Jamil, who is certainly happy tomorrow he can confirm the news of the accident.

    After coming home from work. Arriving home, as usual Jamil was welcomed by his wife and favorite child. Must be with a friendly atmosphere.

    "Horee .., Pak-e came home ..." said Juminem, who carried his son to welcome Jamil.

    "Hello, pretty .... Many maem .... Let's get big fast ..." said Jamil while poking his son's cheek. Then as usual, he immediately took a broomstick to sweep the yard of his house.

    "Pak .., pa. .., pa.." said Melian who probably meant to call her father.

    "Kang Jamil .... I saw in Tivi there was an ambulance accident with the truck ..., the ambulance entered the river ..." said his wife who immediately told me.

    "Yes, Friday .... I also read in the newspaper .... But I was worried, Jum .." said Jamil who stopped the broom.

    "Why, Kang ...?" ask wife.

    "That was the victim, it looks like Babah Ho is his wife .." replied Jamil.

    "What ...?!" Juminem.

    "Yes .... I've looked at the image of the victim's face raised, very similar to Babah Ho's face. And the name is also similar ..." Jamil said.

    "God, Kang .... Piye leh ...." Juminem is starting to feel sad.

    "Jum ..., tomorrow I want to ask Mas Irul in Lasem Market. It just so happened that I was told by my employer to send goods to Tuban. The plan was to stop by for a while at Lasem Market, to ask the truth of the news ..." Jamil told his wife, who would confirm the truth of the news.

    "Huh, to Tuban, Kang ...? Go on, up what ...?" ask Juminem who would immediately respond curiously.

    "Company goods, Friday .... Ride the crib car got my employer .... Don't worry. Tomorrow I was told to wear neat clothes, and ordered not to bring supplies, tomorrow eat with the driver at the stall." explained Jamil who of course was also happy, this time, he will travel long distances by car.

    "Alhamdulillah .... Yes, Kang .... Grateful ..." said Juminem.

    That morning, Jamil was already preparing to leave the city. He was wearing the clothes his wife had prepared. Long-sleeved shirts, although not new but still good enough to travel out of town, which will certainly meet the customers of his employer.

    Jamil is leaving. Together with the box driver, they deliver orders from customers or buyers of brass handicrafts from their employers. Towards Tuban. Small town in East Java, border between Central Java and East Java. The car drove leisurely on Pantura road. Not too fast, but not too slow. Of course on the trip Jamil and the driver told each other to eliminate the need.

    Not so long. Only about one and a half hours, the driver has reached the customer address to be sent the goods order. Jamil immediately lifted the goods order, put into the house of the person who ordered. Yes, chandelier craft from brass. Including items that are quite expensive. Of course, because those who buy are also rich with a large house.

    The whole thing's been taken down. Of course Jamil who straddles the stuff is quite sweaty. On the terrace table, there is an iced tea drink, purchased from the stall by the owner of the house, to drink the person who delivered the goods.

    "Please have the iced tea drunk first ..." said the owner of the house.

    "Yes, Sir .... Thank you." said Jamil who immediately drank up a glass of iced tea. So does the driver.

    Next, they say goodbye home.

    As planned, Jamil will stop by at Pasar Lasem. He wanted to ask the truth of the news about the accident he read. So the driver of the box car also entered the Lasem Market yard and parked there. As usual, box cars that enter the market are usually sales cars that deliver merchandise. So the parking lot just let it go, without giving a warning.

    As soon as the car stopped, Jamil went down. He went straight to Babah Ho's kiosk. But once at the kiosk, it was closed. Kiosk not open. Jamil is getting worried.

    "How about, Mas Jamil ...?" ask the driver who came down.

    "Kiosnya is closed." replied Jamil.

    "Try asking the merchant of the stalls next to him" said the copi gave a proposal.

    "Yes ..." replied Jamil who then went to the stall that was attached to Babah Ho's stall and asked, "Mom, Babah Ho's kiosk is closed, yes ...?" jamil asked the neighboring merchant Babah Ho.

    "Ee, yes .., Mas .... Babah Ho crashes and dies. His wife also died. Yesterday an ambulance was taken to Semarang, but the ambulance collided with a truck and entered the river. Babah Ho, Miss Jun the same ambulance driver died all .... Memange Mas-e wants to buy what?" said the woman guarding the stall next to Babah Ho's stall.

    "I want to meet Mas Irul ..." replied Jamil who was certainly very hit by the news from Babah Ho's neighbor stall. The news in the newspaper was true.

    "God .... Mas Irul same Mas Jo to Semarang, ngurus Babah Ho same Cik Jun .... To Babah Ho's brother's house in Semarang ..." said the merchant.

    "Yes, Mom .... Thank you ...." Jamil immediately limp.

    The driver immediately took Jamil back to the car. He knew Jamil was sad. From the story along the way, Babah Ho is the one who every month always gives a gift to his family. Certainly with the tragic death of the husband and wife, Jamil felt very devastated. How will it deliver to Juminem. How will I deliver to Melian. Now, Jamil no longer knows, how the fate of his son.