DRAGON CARVED JADE BRACELET
Chapter 89: THE BEGGAR WHO DIED

    That afternoon, the streets were crowded. The Pantura highway is crowded with heavy cargo trucks passing from Jakarta to Surabaya or vice versa. Of course, truck drivers can only walk slowly. Especially plus some roads many holes. So the drivers must be careful to cross the road Juwana - Rembang. At least so that the truck does not oling when crossing a hole that began not visible in the dim night.

    However, whose name is unfortunate can not be challenged, the name of fate can not be tucked. As experienced by this trailer driver. In the late afternoon, truck drivers usually choose to stop for a break. Usually there are bathing, eating, some are sleeping. But the trailer driver from Jakarta wants to go to Surabaya and continues to drive his truck. Maybe his body is still fit. But the fate of the apes actually happened when passing in the middle of the city of Juwana, a city famous by the nickname Bandeng City. On the not so crowded street, suddenly there were people running across the street. And, "Duoght ...!! Brees ...!!"

    "There was an accident ...!!"

    "There's a guy hit by a truck ...!!"

    "Where?"

    "That ..., that's ...."

    People immediately swarmed, witnessing the accident of a trailer loaded with cargo crashing into people who had suddenly crossed. Of course, the driver is unlikely to brake suddenly. Then the person who suddenly crossed it immediately hit the front wheel, just below where the driver was sitting. The body of the oppressed man was still clamped to the wheels of the truck.

    People immediately swarmed the scene. The truck driver was no longer there. He fled, so as not to be cornered by time.

    "Who's in an accident?" ask the people who come.

    "Not yet to know .... Still smashed truck tires."

    Of course, people can not be sure who was hit by the truck. Under the truck, it was dark. So that the face of the person who is still lying on the road and squeezed by the tire of the truck can not be seen his face. Only know from the characteristics of the body shape, if the oppressed truck is a grown man.

    Two police officers arrived. They checked the incident. Of course directly observe the wretched person and still pinned the truck tire. Fresh red blood was flowing soaking up the asphalt. That guy must have died.

    "Where's driver?" ask the police officer to the meninton crowd.

    "Don't know ...."

    "Early have escaped."

    "If it were still here, it would have been mobbed by the people, sir ...."

    The people who were there did not know where the driver had escaped, by going to escape.

    "Asking to be helped, push the truck back a little .... Let's get the victim up" the policeman told residents who were already in the trench coat, wanting to know who had been in the accident. Of course, in order to lift the victim who is still clamped by wheels, the only way the truck must be pushed back first, so that the oppressed person can be pulled.

    "Come ..., come ..., come ...! City push the truck ...!!" yelled at the people who were directly sticking their hands to the head of the truck to help push the truck backwards.

    "There's one in the tub with the back ...!!" yell at the others.

    People also help directly. Trying to push the truck. Of course it is very heavy, because indeed the truck is full of goods.

    "One ...!! Two ...!! Three ...!! Push ...!!" people yelled at him, who then pushed the truck. Not bad, the truck can shift backwards a little.

    "A little more ...!! One ...!! Two ...!! Three ...!! Push ...!!" shouted giver aba-aba. The truck was too far away.

    "Hop ...!! That's enough ...!!"

    Victims who were crushed by the truck are already visible. But it is no longer alive. The victim is dead.

    "Who got hit ...?!" ask people who want to know.

    "It is like the beggar who smells baduk ...."

    "Yes .... That's the rotten beggar ...."

    "Oo ..., wong edan kae ...."

    "God .., melas men leh ...."

    Many people who witnessed also know, if the victim was hit by a truck it was a beggar who smelled nothing. They were memorized because indeed this person was a beggar who roamed the markets and squares every day. Like a beggar, but like a madman. So it is not surprising that the market people call it "wong crazy" or crazy. There are also those who call it "wong rub", because his body is full of rotting wounds. It is natural that it smells bad.

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    News of Mr. Bos's death reached the ears of employees of the Milky Way brass craft company. Employees tell each other stories. There are many versions discussed.

    "Mas Irul .., that's Mr. Boss who used to be here, who yesterday came angry and threatened us, this is the news he said died." said Ika who came the most gassy, and met Irul who had cleaned the room.

    "Mosok, anyway ...? Who came directly to sit in the chair of the leader? Who mocked us when we cleaned because of being pelted with that rotten egg?" ask Irul who is certainly surprised.

    "Yes .... This I got word from his neighbor who happened to have been riding the angkot together." replied Ika.

    "coralpity .... But happy too, anyway ..." said Irul who is certainly relieved because the factory must not be taken over.

    "Well, why ..., even happy ...?!" ask Ika who doesn't know what that means.

    "Lha if he is still alive and re-establishes control of this factory, surely we are not as good as we are now." replied Irul.

    "Right as well, anyway .... But pity the Boss too." said Ika.

    Then came another worker. And immediately told Ika and Irul who were talking in his shop.

    "Eh, Ma'am Ika .., Mas Irul .... There is shocking news, Mr. Boss died" the employee said.

    "Yes, Sir .... We also talked about. I heard from his neighbor when riding the angkot earlier." replied Ika.

    "Alhamdulillah .., our factory will not be taken over again by Mr. Boss ..." said the man, who was certainly also happy to hear the news of Mr. Boss' death.

    "Yesterday afternoon, Maghrib pass there was an accident .... That stinky beggar, who was here once, got hit by a trailer!" suddenly the new employee came straight to tell me about the accident.

    "The beggar who asked here yesterday?" ask other employees.

    "Yes ..." answer who started the story.

    "Yes, right .... I heard it too. My son told me." said another.

    "Lha, how do you go?" ask Ika who was still stirred with the beggar.

    "God .., pity ..." said another.

    Other employees also arrived. Of course the story chat increased exciting and crowded. Some talk about beggars who get hit by trucks with terrible stories. But there is also a story about the death of Mr. Boss, which certainly makes the employees to be calm and not worry about the factory.

    Along with that, Jamil came. As usual, greet the employees and give a smile and a little laugh.

    "What's this, how come the mornings are so crowded, so lively?" ask Jamil who just came.

    "Anu, Mr. Jamil ..." replied one of the employees who then stopped, afraid to continue.

    "What anu?" jamil asked to know.

    "Sir Boss died, Mr. Jamil .... Has Jamil heard?" ask Mbak Sri who is the most mudang for nyeplos.

    "Innalilahi .... Really this?" sahut Jamil's.

    "Rubber, Sir .... I met his neighbor in angkot, he told me that Mr. Bos died." said Ika.

    "Yes, Mr. Jamil .... I also heard news from a friend of mine, whose house is close to Pakde. But the body was buried last night, sir. From the hospital immediately buried." said Tarno, who happened to have a friend of his family neighbor Pak Bos.

    "May God forgive his guilt and sin .... Poor abandoned family. His son has not been mentas, still all school. Poor Pakde who has to pay for his children to go to school" said Jamil who knows the condition of his brother's family.

    "Rubber, Sir .... That's the biggest son of Mr. Boss still in college in Surabaya, it must cost a lot." said the employee.

    "But many friends are happy, sir .... Hehe ..." said another.

    "Kok that?" ask Jamil.

    "Well, the factory will not be taken over again the same Mr. Boss ..." said the employee.

    "Can't be so .... Whatever happens, we have to empathize with people who are experiencing distress" Jamil said.

    "Guggih, Sir ..." said the employees.

    "Hyah .., later we go there. Who wants to come?" said Jamil who offered to his employees.

    "If we could all go there together, sir .... However, we were once part of Pak Bos when this factory became his." said Pak Tarno, the driver who was the oldest employee there.

    "Yes .., right. We rent the angkot, just go there." replied Jamil.

    "When, Mr ...? I order angkot now?" sahut Tarno's.

    "Later noon .... At rest we close for a while. His remains have been buried, so we are just celebrating and giving sympathy to the families left behind" Jamil told his employees.

    "Excite, Sir .... Ready. I will order angkot." said Tarno who felt the oldest there, and had to guide other employees.

    Finally, that day they went to worship. Together ride the angkot. Not so far away, tatpi enough if you have to crack from the factory to reach Pakde's house.

    Although the body was buried last night, the people who visited that day were still crowded. Of course because Pakde and his wife are among the people who are quite influential in Kampung Bakaran Juwana. The bandeng pond manager is quite successful.

    Jamil and the employees go straight in and greet the bereaved family. After that, they sat down and asked her story.

    "Why Mr. Bas, Pakde? How is it so sudden?" ask Jamil to his brother who accompanies the employees.

    "I don't know the origin .... But at night two policemen came here, relaying the news that Basuki, my brother, had an accident" replied Pakde who began to tell him.

    "Accident with what, Pakde?" ask Jamil again.

    "She was run over by a trailer on a big road before the square" Pakde said.

    "What was the accident that afternoon, Pakde?" tanya Tarno, a factory driver who already knew the brothers Pak Bos.

    "Rubber .... Wearing, his head is crushed by tires. Until the blood continues. That's why last night was immediately buried" said Pakde again.

    The conversation continued to flow, until quite a long time. And finally, Jamil must say goodbye, to invite the employees back to the factory. And of course because it is also awaited by the angkot driver who rented it. And when he returned home, Jamil gave an envelope as a sign of the cord of love to the family, which was given to the eldest son of Mr. Bos.

    "You have to be diligent in learning, so smart children so that they will become successful people" said Jamil who advised Danang while giving a thick envelope of money.

    "Thank you, Mr. Jamil .... Don't be bored if we always ask Mr. Jamil for help" said the boy.

    "Of course, Mas Danang .., as long as we can help" said Jamil who immediately left the house and boarded the waiting angkot.

    In the angkot, Jamil was immediately attacked by his employees.

    "Sir Jamil ..., it turns out that the one who got hit by the trailer was Mr. Boss, huh?" ask Ika who directly leads.

    "Yes." replied Jamil lightly.

    "Lhah .., he said the one who got hit by the trailer was the stinking beggar?" ask the others.

    "Yes .." replied Jamil again.

    "Well, then that rotten-smelling beggar is Mr Boss?" ask another one.

    "Yes .." replied Jamil, who again confirmed the statement of his employees.

    "God .... Then Mr Jamil knew, when the beggar came to our shop, that he was the Boss?" ask the employee again.

    "Yes." Jamil said yes.

    "God .... Mr. Jamil is very good at storing things that do not need to be discussed. Smart to cover up the ugliness of others" said Ika who was certainly anxious with his boss.

    "Yes .... We must not expose or expose the ugliness of people, because ourselves are not necessarily good. Yes ..." said Jamil when the angkot had arrived in front of his place of business.