The Love of Mas Paijo

Chapter 13: Good urate meatballs, urate massage?

"Aren't you bored? Once ate rice Padang cake,"

"Nasi rames use dry tempe, in the love of opor course I also want. Don't wear the chicken, it's nothing. I-ah-ja!" Saras slightly emphasized the word kuah when saying it. Insinuating, whether you understand or not.

Bambang glanced at Saras at a glance and refocused on driving. The man seemed to be thinking about answering. As usual he could always make up a reasonable excuse for her and it could always make Saras obey and feel pity.

"Sorry baby, I have no money. Old date." He put on an annoying blushing face. Saras frowned, a year along the road with Bambang he already understood the character of this man. A gentleman who was willing to tighten his belt to eat well. Struggling only to buy expensive clothes, expensive clocks or expensive shoes. For the sake of appearance and prestige.

And for the umpteenth time, the car of a million people owned by Bambang was parked in front of the meatballs cak Sam stall.

All right, this time I'll order a special meatball.

As usual, Bejo welcomed them. "So today the order as usual?"

Saras shook his head quickly. "No, today I order meatballs urate only, do not use tofu and others, manyin leeks the same fried onions yes. Drink jumbo orange ice, same mixed ice. What do you want Bambang to order?"

"Do you want the order?"

"I have a regular message."

Seriously that? can over budget snack today, if he ordered so much.

"Emm... Are you sure you're out, eating meatballs plus mixed ice?"

Saras smiled grinning, surely he was worried about spending a lot of money later. "I'll definitely finish kog."

No waiting for two bowls of poor meatballs to be held in front of them. Jumbo orange ice and mixed ice next to Saras meatball bowl. And as usual iced tea economically become the choice of Bambang.

One bribe after another Saras ate the meatballs of his order. He looks very enjoying. "This meatball is very pronounced veins, hemmm. Wanna try?" Saras held out a sealinding meatball on top of his spoon.

"No, just to spend it!"

Bambang looks rosy-ketir, his face more sour. Pouting there was no happiness at all, making Saras want to laugh.

Is that how torturous he is to think about saving money?

"JOH!" Sam Cak called out in a half-screaming voice. Bejo-gopoh approaching.

"Why? why?"

"You take care of the cashier, I want to go home now."

Saras heard their talk, for his desk was not far from Sam's chak standing.

"Hlo what's wrong, cak? tumbens."

"That's a fussy Paijo, yesterday he said it had fallen. Now I want to find a masseuse. He can't do anything. It's probably just lying in bed. Poor thing."

Whahuh? Paijo can't do anything? Is it okay for Paijo to be paralyzed from falling into a sitting position yesterday?

Saras suddenly felt anxious. If that happened, he would feel like the most guilty person. With great difficulty Saras swallowed the meatballs of urate that he had chewed gently.

I should how? Oh my God, heal Paijo. Although I don't like him very much, but he's kind enough to help 'me.

All right, I have to make sure myself that Paijo is okay.

Right now, right now I have to see his condition.

Saras panicked, but his determination to meet Paijo was already unanimous. Now he has to go.

"Mas, I've got a need. I'll go home first."

Bambang who doesn't know anything is a little confused. "Hlo why the rush? Your meatballs are still plenty. Spend it first, I'll drop it.'

Saras could not wait any longer, no matter how good the meatballs were, it was a matter of the fate of the human child. He didn't want to regret a lifetime of feeling guilty.

"Sorry, I'm really in a hurry. Mas Bambang just spend it first, it's okay."

"No! you spend this first! I just delivered!"

"What business anyway?"

"Please mas, I can't explain right now. I'll go first." Saras ran a little out of the stall, leaving Bambang.

"Relinas!" his yell.

Saras did not turn his head even less to stop his steps. He followed Sam's cak who was teasing an old vespa in the parking lot.

"Sir! can I come with you?"

Cak Sam was confused, but he couldn't resist either. Maybe at home he will know better. What's wrong with this girl.

Paijo grimaced with pain, in the use of the sick road, made sitting sick. As a result since morning he can only fall asleep, right tilt, left tilt. Too bad.

Along with Sam's cak and Saras descending from the vespa. A middle-aged man also got off the bike.

"Who's sprained cak?"

Before returning home, cak Sam had called the most famous masseuse in the village. Call it Seno sir.

"My granddaughter, let's just go inside."

Saras throws a smile at Seno sir. He himself also seemed to have just realized, reckless also he left Bambang and came here to see Paijo. The three of them went into the house.

"Saras, you wait here first huh. Let Paijo take care of it first. He was a crybaby, just fell down just like that already crying all night."

Saras smiled amusedly, yesterday Paijo really pretentious said it was okay. Saras used to call out to him but he was the same.

In Paijo's room, Mr. Seno began to act. The smell of massage oil sticking out throughout the room, when it is dripped. Slowly but surely. His fingers moved, touching his back, down to Paijo's back waist up to the butt area. Like looking for a troubled place. When it has found the right point, Seno sir pressed a little hard. Making Paijo squirm for mercy.

"Aghhh .. already sir! it's already!"

"Aghhh.. monkey, dog, pig!"

"Damn! sick sir! enough is enough!" Paijo groaned in pain.

Mr. Seno pretended to be reckless, mercilessly he kept massaging. His hands just seemed to press down here and there. But his inner power is like being sucked too. "this is him here who is a bit sliding. Right in the cak brutu. Hahaha..."

Sam's sister laughed at her grandson, pity but funny. Hearing the screams and swearing of Paijo he became anxious. "Jo, you're also shameless. If it falls, it is picky. Cool little, injured broken legs or broken hands all that. It's even in the tailbone, hahaha..."

"That I feel like I'm going to die. I can still laugh!"

Saras could clearly hear Paijo's screams and swearing. Even their chat Saras did not feel any difficulty while listening. A simple house, obviously the room was not a soundproof room.

"Aghhh. Ouch!"

"I take a breath first. Really good at playing massage. This pain hurts!"

"I also know it hurts. Want to heal no? if you want to heal, shut up!"

"Ikhtiar healed, call prayer the same power." "Not all your zoo animals are absent!"

"Massage veins do hurt, but this run out hopefully can be cured immediately."

"The horror is Jo, keep your mouth shut if you don't want to be embarrassed."

"Why embarrassed? it hurt kog. Sam's sister smiled.

"Don'tit!" Paijo groaned again and this time he tried to keep quiet. At least the swearing like that he had been able to hold so as not to sound the masseur.

Afraid too. Otherwise it might not heal, but my tailbone could break. Seno sir, there is no mercy. Half gregetan. Huh!

A few times massage until the ritual massage veins are finished. Cak Sam escorted Mr. Seno out and handed him an envelope containing a fair wage for a masseuse.

"Ah I forgot, you are so in this wine."

Saras smiled, "How is Paijo cak? uh. I mean Paijo mas. Hee..."

"You heard it for yourself, he reached the screams. Just go in his room. Who knows after you look he's healed.

Actually Saras is not good at playing in the boys' room. But cak Sam told him to, Paijo also did not allow to get out of bed. Finally Saras knocked on the door.

Paijo was astonished, there should only be grandfather. Why also use knocking on the door if you want to enter. Because there was no word from within, Saras held the door and opened it slowly. The door opened a little, instead of going straight in, Saras just banged his head.

Paijo was shocked. Saras's behavior is ridiculous. "Well, what are you doing there?"

Saras grimaced, "Hi, Paijo!"

Looking at Paijo's face, I'm sure the urate massage is not as good as Sam's cak saucy.

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