The Love of Mas Paijo

Chapter 18: Travel 2

Paijo asks Saras to wait for him at the corner of the depot. On a wooden bench under a mango tree. The view of this depo is not much different from the factory that was shown this morning Paijo. Brimmed with whole beams and mounds of wood powder. The difference is only a brak that is built in style. The activity is the same, cutting the beam according to the size requested and loading it into a truck.

Paijo is seen chatting with some of the fathers whose age is far above him. Speaking of what, Saras did not know either. Some people seem to be busy putting wooden blocks on trucks. Saras prefers to sit down and enjoy a grilled corn snack that he brought himself earlier.

Can that be said to work? why did it seem like he was just chatting.

Kraukk...

Saras chewed his snacks hard. He just feels ignored.

"A lecturer waiting?"

"Hmm... is it finished?"

"The body here, still has to go somewhere else. You're the one who's fucking boncengin ya!" Paijo throws his motorcycle keys suddenly, thankfully Saras' reflex is good. He caught the key before landing on his face. Saras again snorted in annoyance.

"Heh Jo! it's noon, don't we eat first? my stomach's hungry."

Paijo gave a cruel glance, making Saras afraid until he quickly jumped to walk ahead of Paijo. Fortunately the snacks he ate were over. The rest of the wrapping he just dumped it on that bench. Well, Saraswati can't throw the trash in its place. Not setting a good example.

Now Saras must be fully concentrated if they want to be okay. He drove his bike at a moderate speed. Follow the orders of the man who hugged him in the back.

"Hey, turn right I said! why are you going left?"

"What's? why just say now if you want to turn right?"

"Ahh."

"We stop there turn around!"

"What is clear dong Jo if you give orders. Don't be impromptu either!"

"Heh, can't you call 'me more polite? call brother or mas! my ears hurt for a long time..."

"That careful thing is that a bunting cat is about to pass!"

"Sister? cute snobs! Mas's? Mas expensive, one gram nine hundred thousand. I know, because Abah's a gold seller."

"It turns out you're noisy, like this bike of yours!"

They continued to argue until a motorcycle behind him was disturbed because Saras was driving badly. As he pleases, to the left and to the right. Confusing the driver behind him.

"WOI, get on the real bike!"

"Bank you yeah, sit behind the ladies!!!" The men rebuked them as their bike aligned, and bully-bleyer as a humiliation before overtaking them.

Paijo shriveled because he felt guilty asking Saras to ride his motorcycle. It is different with Saras. The girl did not accept being underestimated, and again the man called Paijo a sissy?

The insolent!

Saras followed and taught the man a motorbike. "Heh, old bangka! it's called women's emancipation! don't take it huh!!!???"

Brem, brem!!!!

Saras back membleyer the foreign man.

Paijo goosebumps, Saraswati already looks like a thug with bulging eyes almost out of place. "What are you doing? don't make a fuss over this highway, danger!"

Paijo's warning isn't in gubris. Saras and the man called old Saras bangka were involved with each other. Overtake there overtake here at high speed. Paijo hangers and just the sticky bristles hold on to Saras's flat waist.

Along with their action, a truck from the opposite direction was speeding up. The sound of the truck's horn pops its ears. Especially if it is not for their unhealthy racing.

The old man's bike is on the left wing, while the Saras motor position is on the right.

The road is not so wide when the two motors are parallel and cross paths with the truck. Saras crazy! in the least, he was not afraid of death. I don't know what the trance is. His face smirked, not even reducing the speed.

Mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm!!!!!

Saras slamming to the left cutting the road belonging to old man bangka.

"Aaaa.... Saraswati I don't want to die yet!" Paijo swearing hard.

Just contact the old man bangka out of the road while avoiding Saras. He had trouble anticipating it. Scab and fall into the bushes. Lucky not to hit a pineq tree.

Saras laughs in satisfaction at winning an impromptu race filled with soul emotions. Unconsciously Paijo hugged tight waist Saras. He thought his spirit had been uprooted by the angel Izrail a few minutes ago. Apparently not yet, not yet rations they died indeed.

"Stop!"

"Hahahaha... why? you terrified? take it easy, old man bangka it's impossible to catch up with us."

"Saraswati Stop!!!" Now Paijo tone is more fierce. Saras pulled the bike over, and came down with mixed feelings.

"I'm sorry to accept this offer! I should refuse, free if I am not appreciated in the least! I'm defending your honor!"

"But see? you're yelling at me!"

"Damn it!!!" Saras threw his face with his hands together.

Paijo. "Listen Saraswati, that was very dangerous. Are you not aware?"

"We could've been hit by a truck and died silly because of your madness."

"Think long before you act! Don't just because we get emotional, our lives are a bet!"

"The old man said 'you sissy! are you deaf? don't you feel insulted?"

"He started it anyway! So don't blame me!"

Paijo sighed again. If you continue to fight with your mouth like this, Paijo realized just wasting time. "Here you go, let's get on!"

Saras nailed, between the mediocrity with Paijo's attitude and prestige. But if he refuses to go up, he comes home. He doesn't even know where he is. Finally he receded, sitting in a piggyback, locking his mouth tightly. His stomach was already very hungry, but Paijo asked him no. Do all men in the current generation experience a decreased sensitivity to women?

Paijo props the motor in silence. Shortly after, he pulled the motorcycle into a parking lot. WAROENG MIDDLE RICE FIELD. Oh turns out Saras was wrong, he corrects it turns out Paijo still remembers feeding him.

Like the name of this fishing place. The two of them were already sitting face to face in the middle of the rice field for lunch. The concept of a contemporary food stall, combining with nature. This small saung-saung where guests will fill the stomach is really in the middle of the verdant rice fields. A young woman approached them with a menu book.

After a few minutes of waiting, their order came. Oh no, more precisely Paijo's order. Saraswati is still in sulking mode. Lock his mouth tightly.

Two large portions of grilled gourami, sweet sour shrimp, kale Ca, krispi mushroom, fried mendoan, a warm rice wakul and two glasses of orange ice jumbo. Their table is full.

"Eat, until when do you sulk? We're not dating, so don't expect me to woo 'you just for a meal,"

Saras cursed in his heart. Truly a wood-hearted man. It is too mainstream to call it stone-hearted. The heart of wood is more suitable for him who plates, atos, rigid, knows no pleasantries.

Who asked to be seduced. I really need to eat not seduction. Can throw me up if a Paijo blatantly seduces me.

The wood!

Being completely hungry, Saras filled his plate with rice. Pouring with emotion. Still in silent mode, he filled his stomach with the focus of finishing all the food before him. It's wrong who made Saras angry. If you are emotional like this, run rice dishes, sewakul can also be used up in eating Saras.

Paijo gave a smile seeing Saras devouring his food in silence.

"I'm sorry, I shouldn't have yelled at you like that."

There is a pause in Paijo's sentence. Saras was still straddling the gourami before him, separating the thorns and setting them aside at the edge of the plate.

"Thank you for standing up for my honor." Paijo smiled faintly after saying that.

If this is how Saras can do. He just melted away. Two powerful words that instantly broke his anger. Sorry and thank you.

"Why remain silent? I've apologized hlo,"

"When I eat, I can't use my mouth at the same time to eat and talk." answered Saras ketus and put another mouthful of rice into his mouth.

"I'm talking wrong, silent wrong, I'm going all wrong here."

Paijo clucked, "Aaaa! what did that include? you don't seem to have any trouble talking and chewing!"

Paijo and Saras smiled amusedly. All right, that's better. Fighting continues to also make the energy run out because it is drained. Smile and enjoy the journey today.

"Jo, you're not going to cut my wages because of this lunch, are you?"

Paijo smiled again. "Haishhh. Give me your account number. I'm transferring right now."

Saras girang, the work has not been completed but the wages are ready to be liquid. Good bosses, according to a hadith, pay before their sweat dries. Saras wanted to applaud Paijo for the salute. After eating and washing his hands, his phone shook. Turns out the notification from M-banking.

Saras rounded his eyes to see the nominal sent by Paijo. There is also a statement written there.

Make a Saraswati snack for a month.

Saras shut his mouth in disbelief. Three million for one time accompany. Saras is happy to get a lot of money, but kog is also worried.

"It's too much. Our deal, I'm only accompanying you for a day, right?"

"You don't have any evil plans against me, do you?"

"Don't you plan on mutilating 'me, harvesting my organs and selling them on the black market!" Saras shuddered in horror at the thought of that.

"Nhd!" Paijo touched Saraswati's forehead until she grimaced.

"I've told you that I have a lot of money. Because you've defended my honor. Consider it a thank you. Don't think weird."

"After all I doubt if your organs are sold, if anyone wants to buy them."

"Teroooosss.. terooooos. As long as you know Jo, all the parts of my body are valuable assets of superior quality."

"Look, my eyes are beautiful and my nose is sharp. Just one smile everyone will praise 'I am beautiful. Did you hear? "

Saras praised himself. While Paijo has since been bewitched staring at the contours of the face of the girl who spoke without pause.

Yes, you are beautiful as you say.

"Paijo!"

Paijo was shocked. He daydreamed admiring Saras for a few minutes. "Eh.yes,"

"Yes what? pay up and we're gone. Just bengong from earlier!"

"Hmmm. yes-yes. So chatty!"

Paijo went to the cashier's. Suddenly Saras felt his face blushing, not that he was not aware that Paijo had been staring. He was also nervous about what yes, ah that's what. Can't explain it. There are strange vibrations. His heart rate can even be heard on his own without any assistive devices.

Jakat, jeduk, teak, jeduk!!!

Does anyone know what that is?

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