The Love of Mas Paijo

Chapter 15: The Cats

Saras came home after finishing the dishes. Later in the day he wants to go to the campus library to find some reference books as material for the preparation of the final task.

When almost to the boarding house, the car of a million people owned by B parked in front of the gate. Saras stopped the motorbike, and went down to hide behind the bushes, as if he was hiding from the debt collector hunt.

He was shocked when his phone rang. Panicking, he received the call.

Damnit damnit! then B would know that I purposely avoided it.

Surely a message came in.

[why are you rejecting?]

[again in the lecturer's room, I'll call back]

That's the new PNS at ten o'clock. Does he not have a job? Huh sucks.

Saras peeked again, the car of a million people moving away. He could breathe a sigh of relief now. Huftttt.. aman suleiman!

Unknowingly Saras hand from earlier turned out to pluck the grass under his feet while crouching. Good thing I don't eat this grass.

Until nightfall, B had not received a single call from Saras. Chests rumbling. After yesterday, he was left alone in a meatball stall with the rest of a bowl of meatballs that made him regret for life.

What does it mean to play me like this!

A day, two days, three days, Saras still plays cat-sling with B. Like looking for a flea in a madman's dreadlocks, he's hard to find. The phone is also often inactive.

On the fourth day, early in the morning Saras was busy sauteing spices to cook long beans. For the extra menu he just wants to pluck eggs and fry tempeh.

"I've been better, you don't have to come here anymore and bother cooking." Paijo stood leaning against the wall not far from Saras standing.

"Why? you mind me here? I've been helping hlo..." Saras manyun but his hands are still nimble.

"It seems you're getting more comfortable here. No longer allergic to me?"

Saras sneered, his high sense of responsibility making him willing to do anything. For the sake of inner relief. "If you're completely healed and can get back to work, then I leave. Wusss. I don't need to be kicked out I'm self-conscious."

"Surrender..."

"Oh yeah btw, what do you do? it seems like you haven't been helping out in Sam's cak stall for a long time"

"Wood fingers in the forest" Paijo replied briefly. His mouth was about to chew a banana on the dining table.

"What does it mean to gather firewood from the branches of that tree? or maybe you're illegal logging?"

"Firewood bumpulin? do you think I'm a primitive man? today what firewood does, everyone has used gas to cook, Saraswati.." very anxious.

"Who knows..."

"Oh... or is it true that you practice illegal logging? cut down a tree and steal it. Oh, my God, Paijo, realize it's against the law!" Say Saras while pointing with a spatula towards Paijo's face.

Wow this boy!

"Woi! do not wear a spatula too. My face is a valuable asset. Besides, I'm with people and the business is legal. There's an official road letter. So don't talk so much."

Saras grinned, it turns out he was too excited to be suspicious of Paijo. "Sorry..."

"I'm curious, when can I come?"

Paijo did not reply, he chose to drop his butt slowly onto the chair. "I'm hungry."

With a quick answer Saras. "Ten minutes to go, king. Hehe..."

*****

After cooking, Saras returns home with a bag of Paijo's dirty clothes. At first he wanted to wash the clothes with his own hands. But in a hurry to go to campus, he finally decided to bring to the loundry place not far from the campus dormitory.

Laundry place there is famous for its fast workmanship. Open twenty-four hours, can even be waiting. Well, even a little more expensive perkilanya.

"I'll take it in the afternoon at three, will you?"

"Bere's mbak."

Saras again struggled with a laptop and a stack of books in front of him. Because he was in the library, he deliberately changed the settings to silent mode. In her focus, she hasn't even read the messages of her two best friends, Rani and Hayu.

His two best friends chose to relax first while waiting for inspiration to come. Run a visit to a library like Saras, look for references to the title of the thesis or look for a reference book, they seem to prefer visiting a salon. As a result, Saras more often to the campus itself. After all Saras was determined to finish this year as well, or honorable Mr. Bagong would be angry and threaten him to go home even without a college degree.

Saras stomach felt rumbling, at a glance he glanced at the clock on his wrist.

Huh.it deserves I'm hungry. I missed lunch hour.

Enough for today, he packed up his things and went out of the library which was indeed very comfortable. After filling his stomach until full, did not forget he stopped by to pick up Paijo's clothes in the laundry place.

Alright done, live directly to Paijo's house. I'm worried, lest the stock of clothes in his closet is up.

Without Saras noticing, there was a pair of eyes that were scouting him from a distance.

Where the hell is he going?

*****

Saras still has not yet hit if from earlier he was being followed. With wide steps Saras walked with a radiant face.

"Pies...Jo...! Pies... JO!"

He giggled to himself, calling the name with a made-up tone turned out to be funny as well.

The door opened and Paijo was nongol with a short cargo pants suit and a white t-shirt. Saras to his surprise, does Paijo have no shirt other than that color? The clothes in the laundry bag were all white as well. Saras had to ask about it sometime. Now Saras simply handed over the clothes and returned quickly to the cost.

Saras was tired too. Want to sleep in the afternoon, when originally he knew if the afternoon sleep was not good. Because it can cause jaundice and worse it can lead to crazy. It was based on the book he read, the title of his book what Saras had forgotten. Maafed.

The man was angry. From the look on his face he seemed to be holding back emotions. In front of his eyes the girl who for days like cats hiding, looks happy to laugh with other men. He really felt at play.

Saras immediately went home, without entering Paijo's house. When in the quarter of the road, he was suddenly shocked by the car of a million people who stopped cutting his way. Saras had memorized outside the head of the license plate number of the car. So he felt no need to ask inwardly, let alone cheat on the notes from author Rifa Mukherjee. Ahh who is he?

"SARASWATI what are you doing!?"

Saras was a little shocked because B immediately asked in a high tone. As much as possible Saras tried to relax kayaking on the beach.

Pretend to be stupid if you have to. "Hi. mas, what a coincidence to meet here."

"We need to talk!"

All right, let's talk. At least find a good place to talk. Maybe a cafe or an angkringan shop?

Of course Saras only dared to deepen, he dared to ignore B for a while. But if you have to end, it seems like a delay is better. He still needs B to make H. Bagong anteng without disturbing him about matchmaking.

"Well, where are we going to talk?"

"Lake car! we're talking inside." B's face looks terrible. Saras shuddered in horror. What if the moment in the car suddenly B angry uncontrollably. What if B slaps him or even strangles him. Oh. it's dangerous. Better find the nearest one. Going to the cafe, he must have refused.

"How are we gonna find a place to drink?"

"I am the deal."

And here they are, at the edge of the road, crowded with visitors and in public places. They sat facing Lesehan on a mat under a tree.

At least if he ever rebuked 'I was disrespectful just for eating crackers, here he would not dare to yell, speak in a high tone, if strangling 'me.

Two glasses of orange ice in front of them became witnesses. How does the male still look elegant when he scatters the question to Saras.

"Why are you lying?"

"Why are you avoiding me?"

"Who is that man?"

"What are you guys doing?"

"Is he your affair?"

Unclean, question B is like the formulation of the selection of the thesis title. Does this have to be the model question? At least why not one by one. While drinking iced oranges, let not directly Mak jleb in the liver.

"I'm confused which one to answer?"

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