The Love of Mas Paijo

Chapter 102: The Wrong Thoughts

"How many months have you been punishing me like this?"

"I've relented, given you permission to stay here for a while,"

"Don't you feel sorry for me?"

"I'm still your husband"

Hajah Maesaroh did not budge. Had Haji Bagong prostrated himself under his feet, he would not have trembled. The rock must be torn down immediately. If all this time Hajah Maesaroh behaved like water that continues to drip on the stone, and hope the stone will soon be hollow, but now he does not want to be like that. Hajah Maesaroh is determined to be a time bomb. Once the stone was still hard as well, he only needed to set the time to explode.

"I also still carry out my duties as a wife, do not forget that" replied Hajah Maesaroh quickly.

For the past five months, Hajah Maesaroh has been living in his parents' house. And Haji Bagong was patient in coming back there, for his wife's sake. Although it was not easy to persuade his wife to return home.

"Do not wives obey what their husbands tell them?"

"I assume this isn't an order, but a plea, let's go home"

Hajah Maesaroh smiled cynically, "I am tired of Abah, if asked to repeat a request that I have even said many times"

"The key is only in Abah, Abah bring back our son home, then Umik is ready to go home too,"

"Show?"

Turn Haji Bagong who smiled bitterly. "It is not necessary to do that, they just have not tired of living destitute and suffering"

"At some point, Abah believes they will beg, even beg to return to our homes"

Hajah Maesaroh made a face. "Huh? What makes Abah so confident, if they live destitute and suffer?"

"Did Abah ever find out how they lived?"

"Saras is happy to live with his choice, as long as Abah knows!"

Silent moment. A proud man had not even the slightest pathetic streak when asking his wife to come home. His heart is still as hard as a rock. And it has not yet realized that its household is on the verge of collapse.

Pull the strings, who's strong hold on. Hajah Maesaroh even resigned if divorced. He no longer wanted to stay inside the shell, which had been encrusting him all this time. It was enough of her role as a sholehah's wife. He would not have been able if asked to be as sholihah as his wife Pharaoh. Hajah Maesaroh was depressed all this time, and this was enough.

"I DON'T CARE!!!"

Haji Bagong replied, ending tonight, then he left, going home to his own home. Without Hajah Maesaroh anymore. So far Haji Bagong still survive. Even he had absolutely no thought of separating or divorcing his wife. Although his love for Maesaroh was that big, but in reality, his arrogance and arrogance were just as great.

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In another hemisphere. Paijo and Saras were enjoying their dinner. In a famous cafe, with the feel of Dutch Colonial buildings. Romantically. In the accompaniment of local band music and dim lights. Saras with a smile chewed his food. They sat at a table near a large window facing the main street. Blenduk Church which became one of the icons in the old city can even be seen from where they sit.

All in accordance with his expectations, without Saras had to reveal it first to Paijo. Paijo is so good at understanding Saraswati.

"I'm glad you can eat anything, though,

so the more eager to make money, so you can continue to buy you good food"

Saras just sneered, wanted to protest but of course not the time. Tonight Saras still want romantic romance style. What hard work is there like. Thought Saras. During this time Paijo has even entered the category of workaholics.

"That's a good one?"

Even though she had ordered a lot of food, it still felt like the food on her husband's plate was more tempting. Just a plate of pasta. And Paijo painstakingly began to feed Saras food from his plate.

Saras just need to open his mouth and chew the food as clean as possible. But instead of feeling romantic, Saras feels like a big baby in his father's custody.

"Why Mas Paijo's food tastes better, even though the usual menu, which I ordered more expensive also in fact.." Saras grumbled.

"That's because I nursed you lovingly, Aaaaaa again.." and Saras continued to open his mouth as Paijo held out a flatware of the paste in front of his mouth. Until the food on the plate Paijo toilet.

Saras stomach full already, because not so know her, her husband had not had time to eat much.

"Mas I'm khilaf, you order another meal, yes, just let me pesenin," Saras almost woke up from his seat, but in Paijo's arrest.

Paijo then laughed seeing the regret on Saras' face. His stomach was still empty because he only had a little time to eat and was busy feeding Saras, but Paijo was happy to see his wife eating a lot tonight. It's okay if Paijo can eat again later.

"I will be easy, which is important the same wife as the future child is already full" Paijo put away the plates on their table, then grabbed his wife's hand. I don't know why Saras' heart is beating. Such a great debar, the same palpable, as early as he fell in love with the man in front of him.

"I can't be romantic, you know, but wait a few minutes, please don't laugh!" Paijo looked into Saras's eyes full of confidence, while arranging for his no less beating heart. Saraswati his wife and the future mother of the child who is now in the womb. How proud and grateful Paijo can have it. Even if Paijo had the world and its content, he would not hesitate to give it in the lap of Saras.

"Honey, all the gold and diamond in the world are not enough to buy"

"I am Ahmad Ranvir Al Ghazali or you love by the nickname mas Paijo, love you my wife, thank you for accepting me who is far from perfect, thank you for expecting my son too"

"even though I got the English words from Mbah Google, I hope you're fascinated..."

"I'm hafalin that was from yesterday, hehe..."

"Dimaklumi yes if the spelling is still blek-blekukuk... kayak water again boiling..." Paijo grinned after taking pains to be romantic. Saras do not ask, his face red because of haru and shame.

How not to be ashamed, if the table is now the center of attention. Other table visitors even applauded their romance.

"Suit... Cook the same cool mom ni euiiiii..."

"Continue mas! Monggo.." chirped the other visitor.

Saras smiled shyly. Her husband had somehow learned from nowhere, how to rumble like this. Though it is not necessary to love the ring Saras was happy. Saras did not expect Paijo to be this romantic.

"I don't know what to say, I'm so happy right here, I can eat together like this, I don't have any thoughts asking for anything else,"

"And you give me this ring?"

"I don't think I need to ask you again how much love you have"

"As a husband, you are far above my expectations"

"thank you... I love you more and more..."

Paijo smiled with relief, then kissed Saras' hand. This affection and love is appropriate in fertilizer to always stick and settle in the heart. They love each other. That's the simplest.

"Btw mas, do you not feel the scattering of money, yesterday you have redeemed my jewelry hlo? aren't eman-eman?"

And in the end Saras was the wife and treasurer of Paijo's money. He is good at calculating and managing expenses. If her husband spends her diamonds, of course their savings are reduced a lot.

"Oh, you shouldn't have said that. I'm again looking at my wife hlo this. There's no eman-eman for you my dear..."

Paijo becomes anxious himself and then swallow Saras' nose.

"It's a real gold ring" said Saras, still laughing at the amazement of a diamond ring on his ring finger. "You can tell the size of my fingers." asked Saras curious. Even when they were married, they did not buy wedding rings. The hasty marriage of Sah origin in the eyes of religion made Saras not want to bother asking strangely first. Although Paijo had intended to buy it, Saras refused with the proposition that they could make their survival handle after marriage.

"You won't remember, when you went to bed at that time, I secretly measured your ring finger on the raffia rope, hahaha..." Paijo chuckled to himself given his own behavior.

"What's? rope raffia? crazy..no one is more aesthetic that mas.." said Saras.

"Hahaha.g ga what dear, the important thing I love to you is the diamond ring is not the rafa..."

Saras laughed happily. Right too. As the two of them laughed, Saras suddenly felt a free kick in his stomach. Paijo even saw for himself how Saras' stomach suddenly shook for a split second.

Saras grimaced, "Woahhh. mas your son is like a snack because of earlier was not invited to joke"

Paijo laughed again. Then stroked his wife's stomach. "Whatever child, be patient, one more month.later you must invite guyonan..."

Dielus-elus so baby in the stomach Saras lulut. Saras breathed a sigh of relief after feeling his stomach was not as tight as before.

"Okay.. now we take a short walk yuk mas, I want to have a photo with an old building spot, or at the intersection of the front road is also good!"

Mandatory activities, meet photos to be stored as a collection in the Saraswati mobile gallery. Saraswati was happy, how could in other places her Abah think Saras lived a destitute and miserable life. One of the great Hajj!!!!

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Maybe 2 or 3 more chapters...

towards ending...

happy or sad ending?

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