The Love of Mas Paijo

Chapter 3: Stopping

THE...!!!!

BUGS...!!! BUGGGG...!!!

"Basins of a fool! ga sane! fool!!!!"

BUGS!!!

Paijo fell on the floor, unmoved. Salma was hysterically crying over her stepdaughter. "Enough Sir! oh my God!"

"Review you Mom! let me kill all these useless kids!"

"He's already throwing shit in my face 'himself!" Salma used her body to block her husband who blindly beat his own son.

"Hiks... Sir forgive him, just blame me! I had this crazy idea!"

"He who does not know himself! we've been trying to direct him, but what's the payoff, huh!? useless man!" Mr. Burhan's chest went up and down, saw his wife sitting on the floor and crying, she stopped. Go into the room and slam the door hard.

Paijo did not cry at all. In his heart he had already made up his resolve to go far away from home.

"You're okay, right? let me get you some ice to compress your wounds!"

"No need! It doesn't hurt at all. It is precisely the words of the Father that are more painful!" Paijo got up and drowned himself in the room.

It was midnight when everyone was asleep. Paijo packed some clothes and stuffed them into a black backpack. He had intended to leave the house where he had grown up since childhood.

Before leaving, he went into his father's room. Leaving his motorbike key on a small table. He intended to leave without bringing the only valuable thing his father gave him. But then Paijo remembered he didn't have a penny. Glancing over the nightstand, he wanted to take some money from his father's wallet. I borrow! inner Jo. Suddenly his hand was broken. His heart stopped at that moment.

Paijo breathed a sigh of relief when he realized that the hand that held him was the hand of a stepmother who was like a fairy. Salma pulled Paijo out of the room. Do not wake the sleeping lion. Can be more and more of a midnight genjer like this.

"Where are you going?"

"Go!" answer Jo briefly.

Salma understood the habits of her stepchildren. But does this have to go on? He pulled an envelope out of the drawer. "Bring this! I keep mom's promise. If only a little you obey and want to be betrothed to Saras. Maybe this commotion won't happen."

"Aren't we both used to making noise. And that match is just nonsense. Sorry but I don't like it on the decte. It's my life, I'll decide my own path."

"Huh...Arrogant and stubborn."

"Go! Don't go home before you become a successful and rich man!" Salma actually could not have said that. In his heart he hopes that Jo will try to prove to his Father that he can succeed in his own way.

"Good! thanks." thanks." Jo received the envelope.

He moved his feet steadily out of the door of the house. At least he did not look back. Salma delivers with her eyes until Jo's back disappears into the darkness.

Go and hurry back. Prove it to your own Father, if you too can be a successful person!

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Paijo is determined to go to Malang, East Java. Following the grandfather who was the father of his own father. Armed with an address and money from his stepmother. He was looking for a patas bus at the Mangkang terminal with the aim of Malang. Lonely and dark. After asking a terminal officer in the uniform of the transport service. Jo just found out if the bus with a destination to Malang can only ride from the Terboyo terminal. That means he has to take another ride to Terboyo. At midnight like this, it would be difficult to find transportation.

Damnit damnit! I should have gone in the morning or afternoon. This night where there's a shuttles. Stupidhead! Heh. but I'll stop by. Just leave at midnight I'm still getting caught. Especially during the day! Hemfts...

Paijo stands on the side of the road in front of the Mangkang terminal. Looking at some trucks that stopped when the lights turned red, it flashed in his brain to hitch a ride.

"Boss direction Terboyo?"

"Yes!" the driver from inside.

"Mobile can?!"

Along the way to Terboyo they chatted. The truck driver looks happy to have a chatty friend. Pretty not sleepy.

"Send what sir?"

"Wood, make furniture. Send Jepara."

"Oh..." Paijo nodded. He has little experience and is desperate. Feeling every word that comes out of the driver's mouth is like a new science to him.

"Stop here. That's the terminal door! Find a cheaper Handoyo PO."

"Eh... How many tickets, sir?" afraid of scalpers.

"About a hundred how many. If it's more than that, don't!"

"Okay..thank you sir!" The truckload of wood passed away leaving Jo by the side of the road. Jo walked in looking for the recommended PO counter earlier. Sepi only seen a few people sitting on the benches in front of the coffee shop.

"Where's mas?" asked a man with a tattooed arm.

Jo is just a village boy with little experience. A little drodog when his shoulder was patted earlier. "I want to find a bus to Malang. PO Handoyo which side sir?"

"Follow me, come on!" It's hideous! there was no friendly face at all. Jo walked on.

The rogue man takes Jo to a small shophouse in the corner of the terminal. Good thing you can read. The board bearing the name PO is plastered above the shophouse. "Buy tickets here! Wait for the bus to depart at six in the morning."

Jo wants to get back to her. Fucking midnight blur. Free, he would have to wait at least two more hours. Sleeping in any place in the terminal is also quite risky. He doesn't want to be cheated. However, the driver also advised to be careful. Safe from scalpers does not guarantee safe from copets. Stay alert!

With drowsy eyes Jo sat on the bench in front of the shophouse. The rogue man was seen joking with his professional friend. Only their laughter is a sign that there is life here.

The morning the atmosphere of the terminal is getting crowded. Sayup-sayup heard the seller of newspapers and cangcimen, cangcimen, beans, quaci, candy, shouting offer his merchandise. Waiting is boring.

"The bus is ready. Just go in first. We're leaving in half an hour."

Paijo followed the direction of the rogue man. He got on the bus and picked an empty seat close to the window. This chair is more comfortable. **I can close**a short eye, can't stand being so sleepy.

Paijo clutched his backpack wholeheartedly. His eyes were sticky like Castol glue. Suddenly...

Yukkk...!!!

Jo's head feels swirling, dizzy. Damnit damnit! Stamped by a heavy bag while he was sleepy. Who is not emotional. Paijo woke up and prepared to swear to give the names of animals like animals. "Anji...!!!

The spit was stuck in the throat. When Jo recognizes the woman who is currently standing glued in front of him.

"You!"

"Ma-af, not intentionally." she was grinning with a clear face.

Njir why did you meet him here?

Stopping kog still meeting the same person, what the hell is this?

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