The Love of Mas Paijo

Chapter 24: Hj Bagong Residence

BRAKKKIS....

A handsome man who always looks neat and drizzly slams the local newspaper on his desk. He cursed because the expected goal did not match the end result.

"He should have been ruined but why did the situation turn around like this, damn it!"

The man then deactivated a phone number.

"Don't you dare show me your nose in public! If you still want to live!"

"I need the money!"

"That's right! if only you weren't stupid. And do it right. Maybe things won't go like this."

"I told you to mix up the rat's tail. You are stupid to eat it first! And now you still dare to ask for money?!!!"

"Don't do a lot of bacots! give me the money or I'll tell everyone that you told me to 'me!"

"Shoppers!"

The man hung up the phone unilaterally and looked frustrated. I've finished a lot! godammit! goddammit!

*****

Saras widened his pupils, when a notice came in from M-banking.

Note: pay for college, don't be naughty, a pinter school.

Saras smiled inwardly. Not matre, he was just kidding last night. And Paijo took that seriously. Even though he really needs it, because until now his brother has not sent money. Saras felt bad. I want to refuse but need.

"Hallo, good morning good man..."

"Hmm.. have you woken up?"

"It's already eight o'clock cooking yes I haven't woken up yet" Saras lied, usually also waking up during the day.

"I'll give it back later if Abah sends the money? I owe you a lot,"

"I don't mean to lend either."

"No, I consider this a debt."

"Ckkk.. stubborn."

"Today I went back to work. Maybe I can just go home next month."

"Oh.." a moment of silence. There was disappointment from Saras' tone.

"You know my workplace is far away. I'll be busy as usual."

Yes, I know, I don't have a clear relationship. But kog I'm sad just because I want to stay at work. Saraswati, it seems true that you are not sane, hiks...

"Yes know.."

"I'm closed now. Take good care of yourself."

"Yes..."

That only? he didn't even ask me if I would miss him? actually he has no taste, anyway? sometimes attention, sometimes indifference, sometimes annoying, really he is very hearty.

Saras is not finished with his own mind. Cellphone's ringing. His face changed immediately.

"Yes, wa'alaikumsalam Abah..."

"What's home? Saras is still busy Abah..."

"Just come home tomorrow too!" Saras was choked, once the order had gone down he could not argue.

"Yes Abah, Saras is home tomorrow."

After hanging up the phone, Saras's feeling is getting worse. What's really in the house. Why was he forced to go home. From the tone of his brother's speech like there's going to be something big going on.

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The next day Saras returned home on the train of the earliest departure. After taking approximately six hours of travel, during the day he had arrived at Poncol Semarang station.

A male cousin named Andre waved his hand welcoming his arrival.

Not long after, the two of them sat in the car of the Saras family.

"An, what's at home? Why did Abah make me go home. Where else is busy taking care of thesis. If gini doesn't finish college 'me."

Not answering Saras' question, Andre instead made a gesture of locking his mouth and throwing the key out the window. It pisses Saras off.

"Wear secret play everything. So tight-lipped, I doain' your mouth full of thrush, let's know the taste." Andre and Saras were the same age so they were used to casual talk.

"Amanah of Haji Bagong. Shut the fuck up, hehe..."

"Gaje.." (ga clear).

Saras goiter himself, he sat on his back to Andre until the car he was riding in entered the yard of Saraswati's house.

Hajji Bagong and Hajjah Maesaroh welcome their daughter. After giving time Saras rest and lunch. They gathered again in the middle room.

"Change the tumbens at home?"

"Tell me to talk important to you." Hajjah Maesaroh was silent with a face that could not be read.

"Speak what Abah?"

"You promised to get married after college, didn't you?" Saras looked down, it was still the same problem. Looking for a mate and getting married.

"God willing Abah, Saras will only think about it after the lecture is done."

"Six months of Abah, Saras was only finished in about six months. That too if it's not a blow. Saras try."

"Good then, it does not mean that later in the afternoon Abah accepted the proposal for you."

"Huh? what's?" Saras was shocked not to play. If in the past when getting a proposal from the Paijo Saras family was given a chance, this time Saras really did not know.

"Why are you surprised? aren't you guys close?"

"Abah means, a proposal from Mas Bambang?"

"Yes, who else?"

"Excuse me, but Saras is no longer related to Mas Bambang." Saras lowered his head, he should have told his parents yesterday.

"They know everything. You asked to break up, but he didn't. He called Abah himself yesterday. And in the afternoon he'll bring his parents to propose to you."

"Saraswati, Abah already knows how you are doing there. You've got too much freedom from Abah."

"Why do you think Abah didn't send you your monthly tuition and fees?" Saras still bowed khidmad.

"That's a punishment for you, because you've dared to go out with other men."

"You still have a relationship with Bambang."

"More than that man is a meatball."

"You know how the criteria for a husband fit for you. Educated, honorable, and rich."

"Bambang has become a civil servant, your future will be good if you marry him."

Saras lowered his head deeper, he almost shed tears in front of his parents. If Abah knew what Bambang was. Saras hesitates to be able to live happily with a man like him. Moreover, he did not have any feelings for Bambang. Saras did not dare to resist. Is this the fate of being a son of Haji Bagong? What tradition of the rich getting married to the rich is still to be held? The world is modern, why Abah's thinking is still classic. Saras answered nothing. He just looked down.

"Go to the store first, ma'am remind him to dress up later in the afternoon." Hajjah Maesaroh got up and escorted her husband to the front porch.

Saras went into the room and shed tears there. His head was circling, dizzy should behave how. Wanted to voice her voice, but she was sure her Abah would clearly oppose. I want to accept it, but it has to do with his future.

Hajjah Maesaroh sits on a bed stroking his daughter's head. "That you were so angry yesterday, she was disappointed with you."

"I don't want to marry Bambang Mik, I don't like him."

"But Abah you have accepted. You heard it yourself."

"Hiks... Umik, permit Saras back to Malang huh? Saras doesn't want to be paired."

"You want to be called a man of disobedience because you don't obey your parents?"

"Quite your sister Umi who ngeyel and now lives a shortage so. Your brother doesn't even consider him a son. You want to be like that?"

"Umiik.not always happiness is measured by matter. Ma'am Umi may be difficult, mediocre life. But so far she's still alive and happy with her son and husband."

"You dare to talk like that, Abah?" Saras. Can tell what his brother is if he's reckless.

"Well, if you don't dare, do it."

"Bambang handsome is also well established."

"But stingy Mik, Bambang mas is stingy. And I don't like stingy people."

"Mik, did I kill myself? how good is suicide, Mik? who doesn't hurt so much?"

Hajjah Maesaroh said, "Ngawur!!!"

"Maybe let Saras escape, Mik?"

"Kabur kog ask permission!"

"That means Saras just went right away?"

"Yes, go there. After that, not only you who are scribbled from KK, Umik will probably become a widow."

"Umik dramatized, Abah where might divorce Umik?"

"You're crazy, you've been talking about it. It's so delicious!"

"Maybe Saras would be really crazy if married to mas Bambang. Inner pressure." Saras's face was gloomy again. But then he sat up.

How to thwart the proposal plan later in the afternoon. Saras thought hard, stuck. "Umik, Saras has other plans."

"Otherwise?" Actually Hajjah Maesaroh was tired of listening to the babbling of his daughter.

"What if I just rob Haji Bagong's gold shop, let the matchmaking afternoon fail."

"They will be busy looking for the thief and automatically they will not come. How's it?"

Having almost gone mad, Hajjah Maesaroh answered. "Yes there, just rob the store if you can."

"Well, did Umik doubt my ability?"

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