DRAGON CARVED JADE BRACELET
Chapter 77: THE STORY OF IRUL

    After knowing that Jamil is a businessman who has the Milky Way brass craft company, then Irul immediately pay respect. He did not expect at all that Jamil who he knew first, who was not able to background people, only limestone miners in the Pamotan area, only workers, even to eat alone is still rationed by Babah Ho, now the boss of a company. And of course Irul is still less confident, not sure what was said by Mbak Sri who told him during the work. Moreover, seeing the appearance of Jamil that is not convincing. Appearance of a laborer whose clothes are dirty by brass powder. Employees who ride only motorcycles. Even eat only at the rice stalls on the roadside.

    But, when Mbak Sri tells about his boss, then inevitably, Irul must maintain a distance, between superiors and subordinates, between employees and employers. Although Irul used to know the condition of Jamil, but currently, Jamil is his boss, Jamil is his boss.

    "How about, Mas Irul ...? Can you work here?" ask Jamil to Irul, who is still working on packing things with Mbak Sri.

    "Neggih, Mr. Jamil .... Resilient ..." replied Irul who immediately stood up from his seat, bowing his body, a sign of respect to Jamil who he had just known as the boss.

    "Don't be like that .... I am yes .., ordinary employee just like Mas Irul .... Do not need to be kind of like that ..." said Jamil while upholding the body of Irul who bowed.

    "But here right, Mr. Jamil my superior .., my leader .... I have to respect Mr. Jamil .." said Irul who again bowed his body.

    "Mas Irul's .... Rank, position, position, honor are temporary, there is no meaning to be proud .... Property and wealth are only a deposit from God .... At times it will be taken back by the owner. So, do not be arrogant, do not be arrogant, do not be pretentious, do not arbitrarily rely only on money .... That will all be destroyed. It is in vain for us to be proud" Jamil told Irul, who of course while advising his employees.

    "Neggih, Mr. Jamil .... But in any case, we have to respect the superiors." replied Irul who still respects Jamil.

    "Yes, already .... Now I'm going to ask you, like what not, why not work here?" ask Jamil to convince Irul's intention in working.

    "You, Mr. Jamil .... With pleasure, I will work here, sir." replied Irul who is certainly happy to receive work.

    "If the interest in working here helps us, don't go home" Jamil told Irul.

    "Lha, continue ...?! Where do I sleep, sir?" ask Irul who is certainly confused for a place to stay.

    "There are many rooms here .... Stay here only .... Well, that's .., the rooms are idle. Just choose which ones Mas Irul wants to occupy ..." said Jamil showed the rooms behind where they work.

    "Yourself, Mr ...?!" asked Irul hesitatingly.

    "Yes .... If the employees who work here already have families all ..., they go home each .... They have to take care of their families" Jamil said.

    Irul. Of course his mind is raging, between brave tan no. Live in a large place, large buildings, lots of stuff. Living alone in the middle of the night with no friends. Especially if he was someone who had just arrived at that place. Although his body is gallant, but guts can not be denied.

    "Why confused ...? Scared, yeah ...?" jamil asked Irul, who guessed Irul's doubt.

    "I don't know the area yet, Mr .... And I also do not know the state of this house, as well as its surroundings .... Don't know the neighbors here yet." replied Irul who was trying to find an excuse.

    "Yes already .... If it is not ready to sleep here, then sleep in my house first .... How's it?" said Jamil who offered to sleep in his house.

    "Hehe .... Yes, Mr ...." Irul smiled shyly.

    "But tomorrow start to arrange a place here, yes .... Stay here sometime. There is no room in my house, only for me and my son .... Later Mas Irul sleeps in the living room chair .... Well, tomorrow on the sidelines of the break ask for help from friends to clean the room that wants to be occupied" said Jamil explained, so that Irul understands the condition of one's family.

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    That afternoon, at home as usual Juminem and Melian had all the homework. Starting from mopping, cleaning, even preparing food for dinner. Melian was very helpful to her mother. Although he already knew that the real mother was not Juminem, Melian remained obedient and was always diligent in helping her mother. That's the sign of a good boy.

    As usual, after all the work at home was done, Juminem and Melian sat on the terrace waiting for his father's arrival. If there are friends who come to his house, whether it's a neighbor's child or a schoolmate, must be invited to play together. But if no friends play, Melian just sits on the porch with her mother. At most just talking about the stories that were in school and other stories.

    That afternoon, it happened to be a quiet house, no friends playing. Only Melian with her mother sat alone on the porch. There are many stories that Melian told her mother. Including wondering if his mom is still alive. Then daydreaming to imagine what kind of mamahnya.

    At that moment, a duck motorcycle entered the courtyard of the house. Father's home. But Juminem and Melian were astonished, because there was a man who was piggybacking on the vehicle he was riding.

    "Who is this, Kang?" ask Juminem who welcomed her husband's arrival, when he saw the man who was with her husband.

    "Mas Irul's .... Cook forgot?" answer Jamil.

    "Huh ...?! Mas Irul ...?! Was .... My pangling .... Lha is now fat, he .... How's it going, Mas Irul ...?" said Juminem who certainly forgot with Irul who used to often go to his house to deliver milk and basic food.

    "Good thanks, Sister Juminem .., uh, Ibu Juminem ..." replied Irul who did not forget to greet Juminem.

    Then also greet Melian, the beautiful little girl. Then he said, "This must be Melian ...."

    "Yes, right .... Melian who was a baby, when Mas Irul often went home ..." said Juminem.

    "Melian must not have known me.." said Irul who looked at Melian.

    "Not yet ..... But Mak-e told Melian about Mas Irul." Melian replied.

    "Yes, Sure .... At that time Melian was a new baby who could crawl .... Then Melian went missing in the market. Everyone is confused looking, including Melian's mother who keeps crying, because Melian is missing, and said she was kidnapped people ..." Irul told Melian.

    "Eeh, not on standing outside .... Come on in the house .... The story is inside." Jamil told his wife, son and guests to enter the house.

    "Eh, yes .... Fun, the hell ..." said Melian.

    Finally, the four of them continued chatting in the living room. Of course while enjoying warm tea and fried bananas are still warm as well.

    "Mas Irul .., monggo is drunk with tea, tasting the fried banana .... Don't worry, it's the banana that harvested Kang Jamil himself ..." said Juminem offering the treat.

    "Yes, Mommy .... Thank you ..." said Irul who had sipped warm tea.

    "When did Mas Irul reach Juwana?" ask Juminem again.

    "So morning, Ma'am .... Go directly to the factory and work directly ..." replied Irul.

    "That means working at Kang Jamil's place?" ask Juminem again.

    "Yes .., right ..." replied Irul who shamelessly had eaten fried bananas.

    "Mas Irul's .... That's my story was lost time how? Continued, Mas.." said Melian who asked Irul to continue the story.

    "I took a shower ...." Jamil says he went to take a shower.

    "Yes, Mr-e .... Mas Irul let the story first ..." said Melian to his father.

    "So, first .... It's been a long time ..." said Irul started the story.

    "Ten years ago ..." - Juminem.

    "Yes right .... Anyway Melian is still a baby, just able to crawl. Cute adorable. Beautiful and white. Cheers like to laugh. Everybody likes it. It was invited to the market by Cik Lan, the mother of Melian. Ordinary, if the morning after cooking, Ms. Lan while carrying Melian delivered food delivery for Engkong and Amak. At that time the market was crowded. Finally Cik Lan put Melian in a chair that is usually used to sit by Engkong, your mother helps serve the buyers. Engkong's shop is crowded. The most crowded store in the market. Well, unbeknownst to everyone, Melian is missing .... Of course Mamah Melian was confused .... Looking over here. Said the people looking, Melian crawled around the market. But there are also those who say, Melian was brought by a big tall dashing man. You're missing. Mama you're crying not karu-kuliran. Engkong and Amak. Until reported to the police. And at that time, it was concluded that Melian was abducted by people." Irul recounts the events of that time.

    "It turns out, the baby I found ...." Juminem.

    "Lha, continue ...?" ask Melian.

    "Sik Lan .., your mother, looking for Melian to and fro, until she fell on a newly built bridge, and my mother Melian died." Irul stop. His eyes were glazed over, recalling the very sad events of that time.

    "Have ..., don't be sad, Mas Irul ..." said Melian who certainly wanted to hear the continuation.

    "Mr ...! Jumina ...! The story later. Come Mas Irul invited to eat." suddenly Jamil who from inside and already standing near the living room was reminded to his wife to prepare dinner.

    "Eh, yes .... Until forgotten .... Come on, let's eat first ..." said Juminem who immediately went from the living room to the dining room.

    "Melian .., let's get Mas Irul to dinner ..." said Jamil to tell his son.

    "Yes, Sir .... Come on, Mas Irul .... We'll tell you while eating .... Hehehe ..." said Melian who had moved to take her guests to the dining room.

    At the dinner table, Juminem had already prepared the dishes for dinner. Rice in magicjar, lifted into the middle of the table. There are orek tempe wear green lombok, Jamil pleasure. There's a peanut butter, and the side dish is flat. And that never misses, the characteristic of the people of Juwana, there is always a fried banding.

    "Monggo, Mas Irul .... As if ..." said Juminem offering to his guests,

    Jamil immediately lifted the plate. Filling the rice, a lot. It was placed in front of Irul. Jamil served his guests.

    "Come, Mas Irul .... Choose the side dish yourself" said Jamil while putting the plate containing rice.

    "Oh my goodness, Mr. Jamil ..., why did I enter ...?! I take it myself, Mr. ..." said Irul who certainly dolungkan served by his boss.

    "It's okay .... In this house Mas Irul is my guest ..." said the relaxed Jamil.

    But for Irul, being served by his boss was certainly something very disrespectful. Ill-mannered. Cook the men served by their employers. Although it is commonly done by Jamil.

    The four of them enjoyed dinner together. It must feel different. Delicious and fun. There's happiness emanating in Jamil's house.

    "Mas Irul's .... Continuing the story, how?" ask Melian again on the sidelines to eat.

    "Yes .., because Mamah died, yes continue to be buried ..." said Irul.

    "I mean, how was Melian then? See what's not?" ask Melian.

    "Well, it turns out ..., Melian was met by Juminem's mother ..., the same Mr. Jamil ..." said Irul, Irul, who certainly does not know what happened to Melian when he met Juminem.

    "I drove Melian to Engkong .... Melian is always with us. A few times, but instead follow us. Even until the last one, Melian I submitted to Engkong, it was after more than a week of Melian's mother's funeral, but because Melian was more pleased with us, and of course in Engkong's place there is no one to boast of you, no one, so Engkong and Amak asked us that the mother of Melian. And Melian we took her home, by the way Mak-e at home." added Jamil who explained. Of course Jamil does not want to bring up stories that are negative or not good to convey.

    "Yes .... And finally, Engkong told me to send the groceries and milk to Melian to the house of Mr. Jamil in Sarang. I always look at you when you are treated by Bu Juminem" said Irul, who still respects Jamil and Juminem, because he is now the boss.

    Melian. He does feel, parents who have cared for him with affection, yes Pak-e the same Mak-e. Until he does not know that he is not actually the son of Jamil and Juminem, until told by Jamil the truth. But whoever his parents are, the fact that raised him is his mother's father who is now with him, namely Jamil and Juminem. So whatever the story, Melain still says that his father and mother are Jamil and Juminem. Whatever Mas Irul tells us, it is the memories of the past that are part of his life. But now to be admitted, he is the son of Jamil and Juminem, legally valid as well as love momongan.