The Love of Mas Paijo

Chapter 36: The Threatened Rebahan

Just one week at home, Saras became the most mager creature in the world. Not mager eat gereh, but mager in the real sense. After finishing college Saras thought his life would be happy, the burden reduced, but in fact he got a new predicate, unemployment. Want to jump beautifully CPNS list also has no opening. Whereas if you want to work in an office, of course you must have at least information. Saras did not want to hot-heated carrying a brown envelope from one office to another. Too tired Saras doesn't like it.

Fortunately Haji Bagong dear Saras, he understood that the proud daughter must be tired, and certainly needed time to rest.

"Still tired?"

Saras who was relaxing watching Spongebob while eating cornbasket chuckled then nodded slowly. "Will you go to the store now?"

"Yes, rest! don't watch tv. I still love cartoons." Saras grinned, in his heart he cheered. Not want to expel quickly, but if Abah immediately go Saras want to immediately vidio call pujaan heart.

"Sleep, eat, sleep, eat. I want to break Spongebob!" Patrick's voice disturbs the soul of Mager Saras. Damn, baby. Insinuated, he turned off the tv and jumped to take hp in bed.

At nine in the morning less, Saras contacted Paijo. Connected but long time not lifted. Tut's... Tut's...Tut. then broke up. Honestly, at a time like this, Saras is afraid, afraid that LDR, bad communication can end like the call. I swear, Saras's mind is over. Though from dawn, they smoothly reply chating.

Ah... What the hell is Paijo Paijan. Turn there's a chance he's told you,

Saras snorted in annoyance, he exited the room looking for Hajjah Maesaroh.

"Ummik...!" The one called out was busy watering the plants. Saras pouted, his son had not been fed, even the plants that had received attention.

"Mik, Saras is hungry." Besides being a fix, Saras is now a spoiled child.

"Hunger is eating. The feeling was someone who took a plate of corn." replied Umik without turning his head.

"Ah... what is it? Saras forgot, hehe..."

"What's Mik's cooking?" The Umik is still focused on beautiful flowers. Saras dropped his ass on the park chair. "Same sweet corn soup fried tempeh, would Umik get it?" Hajjah Maesaroh reverses the body and immediately istighfar. Saras's hair looks like a lion's hair.

"Girl, what time is this hair not combed!!! no shower yet, still wearing nightgowns!!!!"

Tang tang tang tang! Hajjah Maesaroh began to nag.

"Is this the case of a University of Malang graduate? Logging in! a shower! don't look at the neighbors!"

"Too-shame!"

Saras grinned, just one week so the people of the fall. Already in the word shy. Is being unemployed a disgrace?

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During the day before the dhuhur prayer, Saras just took a bath. He opened a message from Paijo. It turned out that only a reply contained, later tonight I called, today I am busy.

There is no end to the sweet sentence i love u or i miss you. Paijo is too busy or Saras who does not have a job.

Saras turned on the tv again. Looking for an interesting spectacle but nothing. Then I had to watch Spongebob again. Just wanting to focus, Hajjah Maesaroh's voice called out from behind the wall.

"Saras, please buy Umik cooking oil at the front shop!" Saras snorted lazily. But he got up too with a step in the drag.

"Mik, hot outside. How to send messages via the app?" Umik.

"Stay five steps Saraswati, you kog males really!"

"Ih. It's not so Mik. There's a free promo." Saras. "Look at this, Umik want to order just click-click."

"We're sitting sweet, waiting for the goods to be delivered!"

"Can you?" Hajjah Maesaroh was eventually interested as well. Saras smiled winning, slippery slide he explained how to order cooking oil through the interracial messaging application.

No wait for long, the order came. "Mik, it's outside his big brother."

"Yes you take there, Umik again bother to wash this fish!"

"Ga see?"

I don't know, just to step in front of the house Saras lazy, let alone think of stepping into the guarantee. Fucking LDR, Saras swearing in the heart. Kangen half-dead, it can make a person's mood worse.

Saras came out for a while and went back in with a bag of cooking oil in his hand. "This is Mik's oil" Saras sat back in the pantry seat, watching his mother's unfinished back wash the fish.

"You forgot your Abah's eating three meals a day should be with a different side dish?" Saras grimaced, it was troublesome he thought. Can not imagine if the future husband like that, can-can shelves cowber cincing, all day must be in the kitchen.

"When are you looking for a job?" Umik finally asked a question that he had been quieting for a week.

"Hmm. wait Saras good mood Mik, again badmood males think," replied Saras lightly crew.

"What's up Mik? bosen, see Saras at home?"

Hajjah Maesaroh finally finished with his fish. He washed his hands with soap to remove the fishy smell not due to markonah or coronah, and then dried his hands with a washcloth. He looked at his daughter with a serious look.

"Don't you feel weird about Abah?"

Saras thought hard now, after that just shook his head. "Well, why?"

"It looks like Abah's relaxing just look Saras hasn't been able to work,"

"Hla, that's what you should think!"

"Now, Umik asks you. Are you ready to get married?"

"Huh, what's Mik?" what does this have to do with marriage? the neutrons in Saras' brain have not been connected at all.

"Change, it doesn't matter that you don't work. After all, it makes it easier for him to immediately get the right match for you!"

"Till here you understand?"

As he was forced to wake up from a beautiful dream, Saras gulped with great difficulty.

Die, die, die me! How I forgot, if Haji Bagong's ambition is nothing but to see 'I married a rich, honorable man, and a civil servant.

Saras is getting lethargic, if possible he wants to stay at Patrick's shell house only. Disappear, in order to escape the occupation in the form of an unwanted matchmaking.

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While it was far away in Malang there, a poor man named Paijo was sitting dumbstruck behind a pile of wood. The afternoon sunlight slipped from the branches of the tree, where he sat. Lying if he does not miss the lover. In each of his busy lives he must have remembered the girl.

Not infrequently, he seemed to see the shadow of Saraswati who just passed by. Like water in the middle of the Sahara desert. Paijo wanted to gulp it down and quench his thirst. Paijo wants to meet with Saras and treat his longing. But on the other hand, he was still stubbornly unwilling to go home.

His phone rang, startling his soul that was almost blurred in the wind.

"Hallo,"

"yes, what's wrong, Jo?" it was Bejo's call.

"WHAT???" Paijo shocking soda heard from the man whose name was almost similar to his.

"Please, take Mbah Sam to the hospital immediately! I'm coming soon!"

No need for permission with anyone, Paijo ran on the motorbike and rushed home to Cak Sam's house. Along the way, Paijo can only pray that Sam Cak will be given salvation.

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