The Love of Mas Paijo

Chapter 28: Bejo Doesn't Die

Saras waited for Paijo who was taking a bath. His gaze swept over the room where he was sitting. Full AC room that is soothing with a set of office chair tables. Not long after, Paijo came out from behind the door. After the shower, his face was back to be worth looking at. Fresh with hair that is still wet, even the smell of shampoo can be smelled from a radius of one meter.

Again a white t-shirt. "Do you have no shirt other than white? the feeling of everywhere wearing a white shirt continues, lucky only there is no picture of the party. Could hurt my eyes,"

"PROtest? I intentionally bought white. More efficient, if you want to go do not need to think about using what color t-shirts,"

"Where are we going?"

"Well, I guess there's a special meaning in choosing that color. It turns out it's just males thinking." sibir Saras again.

"Find a meal, I'll buy it." Saraswati smirked boasting.

Paijo snorted, "Sokay, work is not yet in style."

"Eits, don't get me wrong. Arrogant first work followed. This is also my work."

"What are you doing?" Paijo glanced a little surprised, what unbeknownst to him Saras had a side job. He didn't want the fixed girl he loved to take the trouble to make money.

"Cleaning the cat under his mattress Hayu. Mayan can be fifty thousand." Saras retorted.

Paijo shock dong. He touched Saras' forehead until the forehead master grimaced in pain. "You're sane?"

"NO! it's Saras!" annoyed also the intention of joking even get a flick bonus.

"Haha.basics!"

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"Heummmm. It's good until the tubers."

Paijo geleng-geleng saw the greedy Saras eating chicken sauce typical Lamongan roast. His Sambal is almost his next target. "Aren't you afraid of stomach pain?"

"Eating sambal is like eating bells. Necklaces."

"Hehe. I'm bothered to." Saras replies to the jargon of idol H. Bagong who has died.

The atmosphere of Lesehan Lamongan stall that afternoon was not too crowded. Saraswati still enjoys the sensation of a grilled chicken breaking in the mouth. While Paijo chose to eat quietly rather than continue to argue Saras with his sauce.

Saras sweaty forehead, the sensation of spiciness now feels burning tongue. Even his hands were hot. The term symbok at home, Saras hand lombok.en. Because the meal does not use a spoon or shovel.

Suddenly Saras's gaze rested on the man whose face was not unfamiliar. The man looks just as greedy as eating Lamongan roasted chicken. Who her? kayak knew? ahhh..O brain don't be stupid now!

After successfully remembering, Saras reflex patted the cheek of Paijo who was munching food. Saras.

"Joe! Jo!" Paijo felt his cheeks hot. Not only because of the slap that he failed to anticipate, also because Saras had not washed his hands of mercy.

Paijo glared, "What?!"

"Joe! that look. Back desk, that guy..."

"Isn't that the guy that went viral on Vidio Cak Sam meatballs?"

Paijo reflek turned his head, that's right. He had also memorized the person's face like memorizing the elemental emblem on the pereodic system. Ha Li Na Karo Rubi Cs Forever or more precisely H, Li, Na, K, Rb, Cs, Fr.

"Oh, he's the one!" Strident and noisy, the man realized that he had become the center of attention of two pairs of eyes. As fast as lightning he woke up, even leaving his shoes without even having time to wear them first. Saras believes the man has not paid either.

"Look, we'll go after him."

"You go after him Jo! I pay first!"

Paijo nodded, with a thousand steps he ran in pursuit, while Saras approached the shop clerk who was trying to collect the uncivilized man's payment. After eating, he ran away.

"Sir, let me pay for that man's food. He's our fugitive!"

Geez, fugitive I still buy food, how good I am.

After rising from his attractiveness Saras rushed to follow. He did not want to lose track. But where are the two of them running?

Saras is actually very lazy if you have to run. Running from the truth, he's better.

Paijo's breathing was wheezing, he stopped because his knees were also shaking his swift crotch he ran after. Cellphone's ringing.

"Hallo Jo, I lost track. Share lock only yes"

I haven't answered the phone on power off. Saraswati is indeed pleased. Paijo share lock point he stands. Unaware he was already in a deserted alley. Somewhat like an abandoned former factory area. Paijo briefly thought what he got oyot mimang? confused where to go. Sighing shortly after, Saras appeared. He got off gojek. So cheated.

"Jo, where's the guy?"

"Lost track! Goddamnit!" Paijo's face was furious, he should have been able to catch that person.

"We're looking again, definitely not far from here! Come on!"

Actually Paijo was a bit hesitant, but seeing the look of spirit in Saras's eyes he was back on his feet.

They ran back, tracing the hallways that were indeed deserted.

"Woi, show me you if you dare not to bump like a boy!" saraswati.

Paijo glared, "Hush, Saraswati speak politely! you want your mouth on the angel's taboo?"

Saras shuddered in horror. He repeated the scream. "WOI, show me your face. Don't stick like ear shit! it's hard on the korokin!"

PROK...! PROK...! PROK...!

Immediately five men appeared wearing sangar, although not so muscular their arms were tattooed. Their total number is six. Thugs if Saras knows.

The bald man clapping his hands was Paijo's target. He was carrying soldiers.

"Buck! Are you guys looking for me?"

"What did you say? earwax? Hish... slovenly!"

Saras shriveled, he clumped behind Paijo's back. His hand even held the tip of Paijo's shirt. Saras half whispered. "Jo, we're not married yet. I don't even know how exactly you feel. Are we going to die now?"

Paijo glanced at Saraswati at a glance, now was not the time to discuss feelings, as much as he could calm down. If the opponent is clearly not comparable, let alone they carry heavy equipment. Wooden truncheon. "Who's the one who told you to?! Say it! then I won't chase after you anymore!!!"

"Hahaha." Their laughter broke out.

"You sleepy boy?"

"You're threatened here! not me especially them. Haha...."

"We're doing it now!" sahut thug one.

"Save that girl, pretty good if you can taste!" reply thugs two ugly audzubillah.

Saras whispered again. "Jo, what's your plan? Jo you can fuckin' gelut, right?" But they're too many."

The thugs are getting closer. "Hey, you guys stop right there! You don't know which one I am?"

"Sad..."

"Who are you?!"

"Have you heard about the town of Kaliwungu?"

They seem to think for a moment. Saras whispered again. "Jo what if you're a Kaliwungu?"

"Stttt.. Saraswati is silent!" Paijo is just stalling. "If I say run, you have to run as fast as you can, okay?" Bisik Paijo's. Saras. This time he was self-conscious rather than tasting.

"Kaliwungu santri town? Then do you think we're scared? NOT at all. Haha..."

Paijo's mouth began to pounce. Read prayers. "You dare, just look! Run your paralyzed legs, you can also be paralyzed."

"Heh, read what prayer you are!" one of the goons was lured too. He shuddered, imagining a paralyzed anu. It can be said that he had heard of the greatness of the kyai-kyai Kaliwungu that just blinking can paralyze opponents.

Paijo remained in disarray. Looking at the opponent who was like he was thinking Paijo grabbed Saras hand and turned around. "RUN!!!!!"

Saraswati and Paijo ran away with all their might. They are still seen chasing behind.

"Joe! Find your way to the center of the crowd!"

"Ah. can't think. It's important to run, come on!"

"Faster Saraswati!"

They still ran as hard as they could! The screams of the people behind them were terrible for already feeling stupid. "WOI!!! Stop that!"

"Basic fool!"

"Where do they want to stop!"

"Pursue on! make them disappear!"

Paijo and Saras zig zag's steps were not directed. In their hearts they prayed that God might save them. Not funny, initially chasing fugitives, even now their lives are threatened.

"Jo, I can't! my legs...!"

"Look, Saras we have to keep running!"

They stopped to take a breath for a moment. "You are strong! remember your goals have not been achieved."

Which ideals, Saras was confused. The ideals are too much. "Huh.. ayokk..."

They ran away again, this time they had reached the lips of the road. Paijo still clasped Saras' hands as they approached a swarm of base ojek.

Paijo explained that he was being chased by thugs. He begged the ojek fathers for help. Mr. Ojek also has a waist rack if you really have to fight.

Before long the group of thugs was able to catch up also on the lip of the highway. The bald man from the ghost cave, was seen stopping their steps. They know they are in a public place. Even if attacking is impossible. Not far from there is a police station. It is the same as delivering lives. With gazes raining to the heart, they retreated. Paijo and Saraswati breathed a sigh of relief.

"Slametic... Slamet.." said Paijo.

"Bejo's... Bejo.. We're not going to die Jo!"

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