DRAGON CARVED JADE BRACELET
Chapter 72: AT THE TOP OF MOUNT BUGEL

    That morning, Jamil had a threesome, with his wife and son, riding a duck motorcycle from Juwana to Lasem. Precisely to Mount Bugel Pancur Village area in Lasem Hill.

    Jamil in front drives the new duck bike. Wearing a helmet and a thick jacket, and wearing black glasses. On the back itself there is a hilarious Juminem. I also wear a helmet and jacket. While in the middle, sandwiched between the father and his mother, Melian. This kid is wearing long pants and a jacket. His head was wearing a hat. He also wears glasses.

    The motor drove leisurely, in the path of the Juwana - Lasem pantura. Indeed, at that time the highway was not so big or wide as it is today. The highway is two lanes. But the vehicle is not so much either. And certainly the speed of the vehicle is also not as fast as today. Most often speeding only buses outside the city majoring Semarang - Surabaya.

    Indeed, Jamil is a bit difficult to be invited to a luxurious lifestyle. In his company there is a box car that is commonly used to transport goods. But he still chose to ride a motorcycle. The reason could not nyopir, if you want to ask help Mas Tarno pity his family. Even time is forced to be delivered by car, he said more desperate to use a motorbike. Going anywhere is easier. That's Jamil.

    Melian looks happy. Along the way, he always asked what he saw. Understandably, from small to ten years of age, Melian was recently invited to travel out of town. Melian must be very foreign to everything she sees. Indeed, all this time he only knew Juwana area only. At most only see boats moored in the harbor near his home, or fish ponds that lie north of Naga Village.

    But now, while driving with her father and mother, Melian knows more about her.

    "Mak ..., is there a white-and-white pile in the pond ...?" melian asked her mother who was sitting behind her.

    "That's what's piled up like those little mountains?" ask mother.

    "Yes .... That's ...." Melian's hand pointed to the item in question.

    "That's salt, dear .... The place is not a pond, but a salt field. It is shaped like pond ponds, but there are no fish. It was only to contain seawater, and if the seawater had evaporated, the salts were left in the pond. The salt makers then collect it to be brought to the market for sale." explained Juminem.

    "Wuah .... Very easy yes, make it .... And there are so many .... That means we are very rich in salt, Mommy .." said Melian, who admired the abundance of God's gifts.

    "Yes, Honey .... If there is an official who says our nation lacks salt, it must be the goal to get a project that can be corrupted." said Juminem who pretends to know.

    "Rubber, Mak .... Is that his house short ...? Didn't the guy gejedug the roof ...? How about going in?" melian asked as he looked at the short houses.

    "Oo, that's .... It's called a warehouse to store salt. The salts of the finished paddy field, transported and stored in the houses that were made into warehouses .... Then the rice field is filled with sea water again, later if the water has dried up to salt again, continue to be taken and transported to be stored in the warehouse. So next. So every day, they were able to take salt continuously ..." so Juminem explained to his son, and Juminem was very understanding because he knew the manufacturing process.

    "Well, they can certainly be rich from making this salt .." Melian said.

    "Yes .... Tuh, look .... There are salt farmers who are carrying salt from their fields to be stored in the warehouse ..." said Juminem, who showed a farmer was transporting salt.

    "Sir, the bike is slow .... Melian wants to see people hauling salt .." Melian told her father.

    "Yes .." replied Jamil, who immediately moved to the side of the road. Stop right in front of the salt shed.

    Then Juminem who was sitting the very back down from the vehicle. Likewise Melian, come down and go directly to the building of the salt shed. Jamil shut off the engine. The three of them saw how these salt farmers made, took, transported and stored salt in their warehouses.

    "Good, the result, sir ...?!" jamil asked the man who was carrying the salt.

    "Morocco .... If this light continues, the results are quite a lot .." replied the salt farmer.

    "Sir, can I buy a little ...?" suddenly Juminem wanted to buy that salt.

    "It can't be used for cooking .... It is still processed in the factory to add iodine. This type of salt is called crooked salt. It is used to make salted eggs. If to cook buy in the market alone" said the salt farmer.

    "Ooo .... Still pure salt, huh Sir?" Melian asked.

    "Yes, right ..., Neng ..." jawan the salt farmer.

    "O, yes it is .... Thank you, Mr .... Sorry to interrupt" said Juminem, who immediately said goodbye to continue the journey.

    Jamil is driving again. Again, Melian who was first invited across the road Juana - Rembang, kept asking and asking. There are many new things he sees. And it was certainly a very pleasant experience.

     This time Jamil hastened the bike. Crossing the road is wide and smooth. The City of Rembang. The sign is a large archway that stands on the left right of the road, and on the wall of the gate it says Welcome to the City of Rembang. After a few minutes, reach the middle of Rembang City. In a somewhat shady place, Jamil paused for a moment. But not down and not turn off the motor.

    "That, the name is Kartini Beach ..." said Jamil while showing the beach on the north side of the road.

    "Cock his name is Paktai Kartini, sir? Was it Raden Ajeng Kartini?" ask Melian.

    "Raden Ajeng Kartini used to go to the beach. To see the fishermen looking for fish." replied Jamil.

    "Ooo .... So Kartini's mom used to come here, huh, sir?" ask Melian again.

    "Yes yes .... Kan Ibu Raden Ajeng Kartini was his wife Regent Rembang, his name was Kanjeng Raden Mas Adipati Ario Singgih Djojo Adhiningrat. Kartini's mother's grave is here." Jamil explained to his son.

    Jamil then runs his bike back. Passing on the highway, to the east, towards Lasem. Not long from the center of Rembang City. Jamil turned his vehicle into the Lasem Market.

    "Why go to the market, Kang?" asked Juminem who was a bit surprised.

    "Yes, we'll stop by for a minute .... You buy flowers to go to the grave. I'll try to see Babah Ho's Kiosk, meet Mas Irul. Who knows there are still" replied Jamil who wanted to know the circumstances in Lasem Market. It has been at least ten years since he left the small town, since the burning of his home.

    Jamil walked towards the Babah Ho stall that he knew at that time. Maybe a little forgotten, because the market has changed. The merchants have also changed a lot. Jamil is no longer familiar. Jamil tried to observe upwards, reading the names of the stalls. But there is no longer the name Kiosk Babah Ho. Jamil paused for a moment. In front of the stall he believed was once Babah Ho's Kiosk. Of course his eyes were looking for the stall.

    Suddenly, there was a man standing from inside the stall, then the middle-aged man with a slightly fat body approached Jamil.

    "Sorry, looking for what, huh? What to buy, huh?" asked the man, who was also looking at Jamil as if probing.

    "Sorry, I am looking for a seller in this market whose name is Mas Irul .... He used to be a waiter at Babah Ho's Kiosk, it looks like this shop .... Does Sampeyan know?" jamil asked the man who was selling at the kiosk.

    "What is this Sampeyan Mas Jamil ...? Which house is in the lair?" ask the man.

    Jamil immediately dragged the man into his stall, while covering the mouth of the person who is suspected to be Mas Irul. His forefinger was directly pinned to the man's lips.

    "This sample, Mas Irul?" asked Jamil slowly who seemed to whisper.

    "Rubber .... Then this Sampeyan must be Mas Jamil" said Irul who used to be Babah Ho's servant.

    "I used to come here, to make sure about the news of the accident that took Babah Ho's life .... But the traders here, he said Mas Irul took care of the bodies of Babah Ho and Cik Jun. How's story?" ask Jamil to Irul.

    "Yes, because of the burning of Mas Jamil's house, Miss Jun is sickly. When taken to Semarang, the plan will be treated at Central Hospital, the ambulance that brought an accident. Everyone in the ambulance was dead. Ms. Jun and Babah Ho were among the victims. But his body was cremated by his brother in Semarang. Kiosk Babah Ho by his brothers taken over. But the one who was told to take care of me. The stall is now empty. The result cannot be expected. Meeting the needs of the family is not enough. Especially in a time of chrismone like this, Mas Jamil .... I'm not comfortable guarding this stall, Mas .... The seller is looking for another job, which is definitely the result." Irul told her story.

    "It's a nice stall, you know ....  But how was his name changed?" ask Jamil.

    "This is all that governs Babah Ho's brother from Semarang it .... Where does Mas Jamil live now? How's the story, Mas? Said the people in Sarang, Mas Jamil and his family burned in the house?" ask Irul.

    "Sstttt .... Don't discuss that. Later if anyone finds out and chases me again. What was clear was that I was with my wife and Melian was able to run away and save herself. Please keep this a secret, let no one know" Jamil said.

    "Yes, Mas Jamil .." replied Irul the shopkeeper.

    "This is my hurry, because I want to go to the tomb of Ms. Lan .... Want pilgrimage .... I say goodbye first .." said Jamil who turned his body immediately will leave.

    Suddenly Irul held his arm, then said, "Mas Jamil, please help me .... I'm no longer working here ...."

    "Yes, tomorrow I will come again to invite you" said Jamil who then stepped out of the market.

    On the motorcycle, Juminem and Melian were already waiting for Jamil. Juminem grazed a bag of crackles containing sow flowers for pilgrimage at the tomb of his son's ancestors. It must have been a flower in her mother's grave.

    "Have you, Kang ...? Meet ....?" tanya Juminem who also still remembers the face of Irul who used to come to his house often sent sembako and milk to Melian.

    "Yes .... That's the guy standing in front of the stall looking at us ..." Jamil said as his head was turned towards Irul.

    Irul, who was seen by Juminem and Melian, immediately waved. Giving a sign of letting go of people who used to be with him. Irule still remembers Juminem. But when he saw the little girl who was with Jamil and Juminem, he immediately made sure, the little girl was Melian. It is visible from his skin and eyes. But like Jamil's message, he was silent to keep his mouth shut.

    "Walah ..., lha kok is now so fat like that ...?" juminem.

    "Who, Mom ...?" ask Melian.

    "That's his name Mas Irul .... We used to go to our homes before people burned down." replied Juminem.

    "Come, we go to the tomb ..." invite Jamil to his son and wife to immediately go to the motorbike.

    Melian directly climbed in the middle. Juminem is in the back. Of course his hand samil cupped a plastic bag of crackles containing flowers sent for the pilgrimage.

    Then Jamil waved to Irul, followed by Melian and Juminem who also waved. Of course Irul returned the wave of the hand from the terrace of his stall. Subsequently, Jamil drove his motorcycle south, towards Mount Bugel.

    It didn't take long. Jamil has arrived in the Pancur area in the largest Chinese Tombs area on the North Coast of Java. The Chinese Tomb of Mount Bugel Lasem. Jamil immediately parked his vehicle, in the front yard of the tomb complex. They went straight down, to continue their journey up the hill.

    "Come, we'll go up to the top of the hill. We're going to the tomb of Mamahnya Melian .." Jamil told his son.

    "Sir .., I'm afraid, yes .." said Melian who even became hesitant.

    "Lho .... He said to look at Mamah's place ...?" jamil said, shocked by his son's words. The problem he knew, Melian was a strange child who never feared anyone. But this time, why did his son say that?

    "Yes, Sir .... But there are other feelings in Melian's heart." replied her son.

    "Ndak papa .... We send flowers and prayers to Mamah .... A child's mark of filial piety and respect for his mother." Juminem tries to raise the courage of his son.

    Of course, fear always appears to someone, when he enters the cemetery complex. There are many horror stories about the cemetery. Maybe the stories of his friends that have been attached to Melian's mind. So when they reached the tomb complex is very wide, suddenly Melian said fear.

    What is at the top of that hill? Is there a magical power that has turned Melian's courage into cowardice? Or has Melian been awaited by her mother in the hilltop bongpai? Or maybe the vibration of the dragon-carved jade bracelet that was coiling on his arm was already giving rise to a mystical power?