The Love of Mas Paijo

Chapter 22: Army

If God sent an ababil bird to attack the forces of king Abraha who wanted to control Mecca in 571 AD. So today the Lord sends an army of three beautiful women to help makeover the old Malang meatball stalls become intagramable.

For Bejo and his friends the arrival of three beautiful and soothing girls eyes is like getting thousands of Watts of electrical energy channels. Who else if not Saraswati, Rani and Hayu. They are very excited to help realize Paijo's idea.

Although their task looks absurd, point there point here, comment there comment here but quite useful. Women are in charge of contributing ideas, choosing current properties, choosing wall paint colors, and so on. The men who will execute. Everyone is working together. Mutual channeling of positive energy to the spirit of starting again from zero.

Cak Sam looked at them with a full day, carrying royong, working together, shoulder to shoulder.

"Hey Bejo, where'd the wood go? put here!" and the big boss among them remains PAIJO. At first Cak Sam was hesitant about the idea of Paijo to renovate his meatball stall, it took a big fund of course. But Paijo assured that his grandson was now in thick pockets. Making Cak Sam more affectionate and in love with his grandson who is not handsome but charismatic.

Bejo pursed his lips, but could only obey Paijo's orders. How else, even though the name is almost the same turns out the contents of their wallet are different. Yes fate yes fate.

Saras squad is sitting in groups talking about the concept they will carry as an impromptu YouTuber tomorrow. The plan they will interview customers who often eat meatballs Malang Cak Sam. What do they think, their views on the issue that went viral a few days ago. Yes they will create some kind of content.

"How are you guys ready for tomorrow?"

"Yuhu.. ready born inner dong mas Jo," Hayu always in front. His optimistic attitude deserves a thumbs up.

Paijo smiled, "Good, good luck for tomorrow."

Since he almost admitted his own feelings, Saras became shy in front of Paijo. Paijo glanced at him at a glance, the girl did not even dare to look at him. Makes Paijo want to always tease him. "Saraswati!"

Saras, who had been looking down, raised his head. "Huh, what?"

"Your nose...!" Paijo pointed at Saras' nose, making the girl reflexively hold her own nose. "There's an uplift!"

"Hahaha.." Everyone laughed. Saras became anxious to kiss Paijo's lips. Eh no mean anxious to tear Paijo's lips and throw them into the Mediterranean sea. Saraswati was prying, while Paijo was busy leaving them without sin.

"Eh, sisturr... have you been the same mas Paijo?"

"The smell is something kasmaran." added Rani.

Saras is still embarrassed, he's being misbehaved. "Heh, shut up you two. It's noisy!" His lips were already pursed to a thirty degree angle.

"Religion! scold me..."

"Mending you guys an ice message Boba that seger-seger. Rather than talk that no-no." said Saras to divert their conversation.

"Bayarin huh?" Kayu Hayu with cute pretentious face.

"May, but my debt of fifty thousand to pay for eyelash extensions yesterday is paid off!"

"Same, I bought it myself." Hayu's turn is pouting. Rani just chuckles amusedly.

The second day, they returned to their respective duties. Saras squad willingly hot-headed interviewing people around who can be sure to ever buy poor meatballs Cak Sam.

An old man in a white shirt willingly donated his voice. As professional journalist Saraswati questioned the man.

"Do you believe in the spread issue, if Cak Sam meatball stalls use rat meat?"

The old man took out a stack of payment receipts from his wallet. "Look at this, this is the receipt of payment when eating at the Cak Sam meatball stall. I have been subscribing here for years. I can't believe that meatballs are made with a mix of rat meat."

Rani who is in charge of carrying a camera raises one thumb. Signs of their first successful shooting process. Continue to the next source. A middle-aged woman.

"I can't believe it, Ms. Sam has been open here for decades. I've even subscribed since my son was one and now it's five heads. I hope Cak Sam's meatball stall opens again soon."

Saras squad smiled with relief.

Switching to the young. "Excuse me brother. Ask a little dong." Hayu's turn in action.

"Have you ever eaten meatballs at Cak Sam's stall?" the couple nodded confidently.

"What do you think? yesterday's viral spit, right?"

The man answered. "We don't believe that right away. Eat there often, cheap and delicious. It's a bit surprising, too, but we believe it's impossible. Moreover, Cak Sam already holds the title of Hajj. Impossible, he must have known the haram and the thing."

"Why would Cak Sam's meatball stall open again?"

"Well, we're definitely not hesitant to come again."

"Thank you brother for the positive comment."

"Okey gaess, just some of the people we asked. But most of them don't believe in the rat meatball issue."

"We're looking for another source, cuss follow us on ya gaes!"

They turned to a fat young man. From his posture can be sure doyan meatballs nih people. Just ask the question.

"Give me a comment about Cak Sam's meatball stalls!"

When the young man opened his mouth, for some reason the three of them were horrified. In their ears as in the accompaniment of a horror song. Hiii..hii....

Usut got a mouth, it turns out this fat young man indigo gaes.

"Well, according to my inner eye. Sam's brother is a good man."

"Honest sales, run on rat meat. Put nuangin micin to the bowl only he said basmalah. Ask God for protection, maybe so that the meat eat is all healthy and hopefully not more stupid because most micin."

Saras and his friends almost laughed, the young man's face was very slab but his last sentence was very funny. OMG, Saras wants to roll. He continued to comment shortly.

"I also see here, Sam's sister is also clean of mystical things. Clean without any sellers or pesugilan."

This is what makes Saras kepo's soul maximum. "Indeed there are still stalls that wear soan?"

"Wohoho.." The three of them jumped in shock.

"I swear?"

"I swear by anything."

"Yes my last message, hopefully Cak Sam stalls will be reopened soon. That's all."

Saras and his friends thanked him over and over again. They want to escape immediately. Because being near indigo people like this, makes them goosebumps when it is broad day. Not yet Kunti and friends. They chuckle in tandem.

"We're kog feeling like a ghost-hunting team, like,"

"The cover yuk!" Rani reminded because among the three of them she was the most sane. Saras and Hayu they both only have half-brain.

"Closing you to Saraswati. It's good to increase the prestige of the dream son-in-law."

"Delight..." Saras snorted in annoyance. But he was still willing to close the broadcast.

"Oke gaes, for those who want to voice your opinion. Please follow us on Instagram, at @Baksoviral. Right or hoax? The truth is revealed!" Closing cover from Saraswati is stunning.

"Marvelous, cool Saraswati! It's like Najwa's sister if it's broadcast."

"Hahaha.thank you for the compliment. But I don't have a spare change. Ntar don't share the gopay balance, just,"

They chuckle back together. "By stall yuk, time to eat ask boss Paijo."

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Two weeks passed so quickly, the renovation work of Cak Sam meatballs shop was eighty percent ready. Followers of @Baksoviral account also increased. Positive comments filled their homepage. There was even one account that meticulously commented like a telematics expert.

From the account @maskempes, if you look at full Vidio at the beginning is a bit odd. Meatball Malang noodles rolls, if there is a rat tail from the beginning must be the buyer was seen. But see, meatballs have been spit in love saos and sambal. And when the bowl on the slam just a few remaining pentol balls. Maybe, the buyer's been eating. Did he eat sambel yak?

The success of that analysis was flooded with various comments from other netizens.

"There's obviously sabotage here."

"Rubber, it could be an angry buyer that eats first, out of half a new tahurin tuh tuh takum. Very cute Lo!"

"Well, eat for free."

"ask in luknut angel times"

"Ga is afraid to go to hell, how dare you break it"

"Date ***! ngisin - Ngisini wong Malang. Ask for a free meal say dong! Papale papale... poke!"

"Surely people will hang themselves."

"Gue I swear, he died to the meatballs!"

"Tomorrow will appear the title of the soap opera, due to slandering meatballs Malang Cak Sam, the corpse rejected by the earth!"

"facing more crazy than that person, crazy people just do not think of slandering meatball traders if only want to ride a meal!"

Saras almost crazy reading netizen comments. He laughed right up to the farts.

Paijo who saw it from a distance was interested in approaching. Especially if he is alone.

"Happy?"

Saras's face flushed, Saras cursed in his heart. He was annoyed with his own face why lately easily blushed embarrassed. How humiliating.

"Hmm.. This again read the comments of netizens. Asoge, make the stomach cramp. Funny, hehe..."

"You're funny too" kog."

Hiss... Fucking paijo. I'm funny what? my face is like a monkey mask.

Again Saras just looked down embarrassed, maybe if there is Hayu here he was maki-maki. Because his shy face is disgusting.

"Saras, thank you."

Saras glanced awkwardly. "For what?"

"Thank you for helping me so much."

I thought I'd say, thank you for being by my side when I was fragile. Wkwk ....

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