The Love of Mas Paijo

Chapter 10: Trust is Costly

Riding an old vespa owned by the grandfather, Paijo drove across the highway. With GPS guidance, he still fumbles on the direction of the address corresponding to the business card he is holding.

Last night Paijo thought about this, he himself did not recognize what his talent was. All he had right now was a reckless capital. He finally decided to come.

Paijo parked his old motorcycle on the side of the road. From the GPS he read, he is currently in Kedungkandang Malang sub-district. Far away from his grandfather's house. If he does not misread the direction of the location of the factory owned by Mr. Irwan is not far from here. Better ask the guy.

"Hello sir, it's me Paijo."

"Which location is it, sir? I've come down the road what yes..."

"I'm a little confused, oh this is my position near the tongue-shaking meatball stall."

"Oh..is it close? well I'll walk again then."

It turned out that it was true that not fifteen minutes, Paijo had reached the location. Mr. Irwan greeted him in front of the entrance.

So this is the factory? turns out he wasn't lying.

"Hey, welcome to my factory. Not too big indeed, but this factory love my death. Hehe..." Paijo just smiled a little.

"We'll look back first. Let's have a picture."

Paijo can only agree and walk side by side with foreign men who he had suspected as a con man. Entering the production area of Paijo's eyes was amazed by the mountains of wooden beams. I don't know what wood Paijo doesn't understand. There are about five tables of grading machines in operation. The noise of the machine was disturbing their ears. The dust of the wood powder flew everywhere. Obviously this is not a suitable area for children's play.

People who work here can be sure to have good arm muscles. How not, they still manually lifted the wooden beams of the various types of trees. So no need to bother with the gym, lifting wood weights here is not comparable to lifting barbells.

The workers seem to be focused on their own work. It wasn't because there was a big boss passing by that they were looking for face. That was because if they were to have a slight blow, their fingers could have been cut off when they hit the round iron blade. Horrifically.

"LET'S GET INTO THE OFFICE!"

The call of Mr. Irwan was heard softly, even though he had shouted until his neck muscles were seen. The noise of the diesel engine.

The office he was referring to was a house-like building that was not so spacious. Entering here is at least more comfortable than outside. The air conditioner feels nyess greeting Paijo's skin. There is a sofa set in the living room. Before entering the work space owned by Mr. Irwan, they passed the secretarial desk that doubles accountants and others. An adult woman dressed in a small flower blouse and long black pants was smiling kindly.

"Please sit! Just relax."

Mr. Irwan opened a small refrigerator and held out an ion drink that looked fresh in Paijo's eyes. Naturally, a long trip in addition to a short tour around the lecture earlier made Paijo's throat dry.

"Thank you sir." Paijo drank a few sips and prepared to listen to Mr. Irwan's explanation again.

"So my factory is still classified as a village business where the workers here are also mostly villagers here. But do not underestimate the income, I make sure your savings can quickly slow down if you want to work with me.

"What does Mr. Irwan mean I have to work like them? cutting wood?" Paijo hesitated, was he strong and could. Must be heavy dong lift-lifting wooden beams. Paijo had never done such a rough job. So the building porters have never been either.

Mr. Irwan laughed, this man was indeed happy to laugh. "Of course not, I was just giving a picture of the production process. I need someone who can be my right hand." "The wooden beams must be purchased from the wood depots directly from the forest."

"I've been pushing all along myself. "The older I can't travel far. If you're willing, I'm asking you to go down in the field."

"You learn first, assume I'm being kind enough to transmit my business knowledge."

"If you have funds, you can also plant shares here. So you still get a salary from me, and can profit share from planting your shares. Hows it? interested?"

Paijo still put on a confused face. "Why did you choose me? I mean, I'm just a stranger. Why do you believe in me so directly?"

Mr. Irwan laughed again. "Hahaha.I feel like you can be trusted. And usually my feeling never misses."

Paijo's heart blossomed, how not to be moved since graduating high school his own father doubted his ability, and today there are foreigners who easily just believe in him. Now he did not hesitate to accept the offer.

There is no harm in trying, Mr. Irwan has given so much confidence. Isn't trust expensive. I should be able to take advantage of this opportunity. Moreover, it seems that this effort is very challenging. Wood business is certainly not a dime business.

"Okay, I decided to accept this offer. I'll try my best."

"Goody! a good! I'm sure you can succeed like me!"

"When can I start sir?"

"Tomorrow to come here again early. Around eight in the morning."

"Good..."

"One more thing, if you feel too far away from home. You can stay here. There's still one empty room."

"Oh.thank you. It seems that I should talk to my grandfather first."

If I lived here, it would be like wandering around. Far away from relatives. Hemft.. I look at your son! I'll prove it to the stubborn village chief. If I could stand at my own feet.

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Paijo immediately followed his grandfather to the stall, it was almost four in the afternoon, of course soon the stall was open. True, when entering it looks Bejo and friends are busy arranging merchandise and other equipment.

"Bah" Sam's grandfather looked up at a glance, and returned to the note before him.

"Hmm. I accepted the offer."

"Good."

"JOU!"

"What?" Paijo in front of him why did Cak Sam call him so loudly.

"not you. Bejo!" The man who had no sweetness got up close.

"This is your salary I've separated. Please share it. This one is for Sholeh he said his son khitan tomorrow Wednesday. This is for your bike, take it to the workshop near the market only! It's cheaper there. And this one sent for Aisyah, please apologize for being a little late this month."

Bejo received the envelopes with sparkling eyes.

"Who's Ayesha?"

"He's your second wife!"

Sam Cak glared, Bejo's mouth did not go through the screening process seven times.

"Hehe.. kidding." After saying thank you he went to the kitchen again.

"I didn't hear wrong, they've been paid. Why the business of khitan bang Sholeh Mbah's son who is responsible as well?"

"Indeed why? they already get their salary. But you know for yourself the cost of living is getting more and more."

"It is worth it to be rich." said Paijo.

"Heh, the young man of wealth is here." Cak Sam pointed at Paijo's left chest right in his heart. "Man tends to be greedy to enrich himself, but he forgets part of the fortune we get is the property of others who are less able."

"If you want to get rich quick, then often you share. You'll just feel the pleasure after you do."

"Hm... From tomorrow I leave. It seems better to stay there. The location is quite far from here, let alone use a vespa Mbah motor. Long time no to the point. How's it?"

Sam's brother breathed. "Mah can only be prayer. The important thing is that you take care of yourself. Come here often. Call me frequently. Just a little while ago a friend was willing to stay again." Cak Sam's face look disappointed, but he did not want to curb his grandson.

"Don't worry, Jo'll call often. Especially when Jo's pocket money runs out, hehe..."

"Hissh, you are!"

Paijo hugged his grandfather, he felt increasingly affectionate with the old man who chose the simple and noble heart of life.

While Bejo was moved to see the grandson and grandfather. Cak Sam's generosity is no longer in doubt.

"Excuse me, is it open?"

Cak Sam and Paijo simultaneously turned their heads. But Bejo responded faster. Their first buyer was three beautiful and young women.

"Oh... Please enter! We're open."

"Even if it's not open yet if the buyer is like you miss, we are willing to open a stall."

Hayu who saw Paijo standing nailed directly to himself. He shamelessly waved and pranced. "Mas Paijo! Hey remember us?"

"Owalah, the fan club is Paijo anyway. Bejo has welcomed hlo!" bejo lirih.

Saras is seen throwing his face, he does not want Paijo to geeran. Just last night they ate their meatballs. And this afternoon after college, they insist on eating the same meatballs. Rani and Hayu are really embarrassing.

"So they're the recipients of three packs of meatballs? Choose one, you can also make a prospective ghost!" Whisper Sam's sister on her grandson.

"Huh? Jo could have chosen, but which problem would they want? satisfied Mbah?" Paijo passed by approaching them, however impolite it would be to just ignore. Especially Hayu already said hello.

"Haha..."

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