The Love of Mas Paijo

Chapter 39: About Loyalty

Day and night Jo prays for her grandfather's recovery. She's been telling her stepmother, Salma. And the middle-aged woman said she would come with her husband, who was none other than Paijo's biological father.

Paijo folded the prayer mat he had just used prostrating. Tired for sure. He sat back in the chair next to the bed, where Cak Sam's body lay for almost a week.

"When do you wake up?"

"The stall is quiet if it's not Mbah who sells."

"Well, would you like to hear me tell you a story?"

Only the sound of the heart rate monitoring machine was like answering various complaints Paijo that night.

"Bah, I'm upset. Today Saras got a job. I'm happy for her." Paijo sighed. "But honestly I feel anxious."

"I'm worried because there could be a guy there flirting."

"That would agree, Saras is a beautiful girl, right?"

"He was also kind and naive. Sometimes cute adorable. Sometimes it sucks."

"I love him Mbah."

"But should I expect him?"

"It seems very difficult. It's so hard."

Paijo bowed his head on the left hand side of Cah Sam. Slowly the corners of his eyes were wet. "So I miss my mom."

"Did mom miss me too? he's been gone since I was a kid."

"I feel alone in this world."

Paijo cried in silence, soreness but he did not want Cak Sam to hear his sadness. In the fatigue of body and soul, Paijo sleeps in a sitting position and his head is still face down.

The night was getting late, Paijo did not know what time when his head felt something touching.

Paijo awakens, still unable to believe if this is a dream or real. Sam's brother looked at him, his eyes open. Paijo stood up and hugged the old man. "Chap...Mbah..I didn't dream of this? Dissociated mbah?" Paijo shed tears. He has been feeling pretty bad lately.

"Chah.hiks...wait, let Jo call the doctor."

Early in the morning, at two in the morning. Paijo went back into the room with the doctor and one nurse. A few minutes the doctor examined Sam. "Good, his condition is better. The patient is able to respond quite well."

"Tomorrow morning, I check again. Let your grandfather rest again."

"I'll excuse you, please,"

"Thank you doctor" Paijo kissed and clasped his grandfather's hand. His heart was a little relieved.

"Thank you Mbah, you've been struggling to heal..."

Cak Sam's mouth komat kamit, Paijo sure is not reading a spell. He seemed to want to say something, but the movement of his mouth was still difficult to read. Slowly Paijo warned not to be too forced to speak. "By what do you need?"

"Change calm yes, Mbah rest, tomorrow we talk again. Don't force it."

Cak Sam according. The old man glimpsed a smile even though it was very thin.

Paijo made sure that Sam Cak went back to sleep. Want to close your eyes again. But the universe does not want. The sound of sholawat tarhim signifies soon entering dawn. If Paijo lies down, he will most likely miss dawn. Finally he decided to contact Saraswati.

Several missed calls. The girl is definitely still asleep. Again, thought Paijo. Today, after all, the first day he went to work. He should have gotten up early.

Tut's...Tut's...Tut's.... Connected. And instantly the face of Saras pillow filled the screen of Paijo mobile phone.

"Good morning lady Saraswati..."

"Hmmm...What is mas?" answered Saras with a hoarse voice typical of people waking up. His eyes were still tightly closed.

Paijo smiled looking at the natural face of the girl who managed to make her life colorful. "the light is you! cleaned up first huh, slovenly. Tuh wet up the cheek up!" Jo chuckles. Usually women will immediately spry if discussing the drool.

But because of this Saraswati is certainly different. "Biarin," "the beauty of women like me, the smell is typical of castor oil" Saras's eyes were still closed, he spoke like a drunk. Paijo chuckled.

"Yes, then don't work. Sleep alone, a lot of iler production. It can make a kasturi oil plant."

"Hmm, ten minutes. Wake me..."

Saras fell asleep again, but his phone was still on. His face is also still clearly visible from the screen of Jo's phone. Paijo enjoys every inch of Saras' face that still looks beautiful while sleeping with his mouth open.

Hi Saraswati, you should first keep your sleeping style like that. At least, if I was your husband later, it could be the most beautiful gift for me.

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At seven o'clock in the morning the doctor again checked Cak Sam's condition. Paijo was very happy when doctors said his grandfather's condition had stabilized. Medical devices in the form of heart rate monitors will be released in the near future. Staying recovering, the doctor said Cak Sam's health should be more in the attention. Maybe after this once a month Sam has to check up regularly.

"Jo.." call Sam's sister down.

"Where's Mbah? What do you need?" Jo tightened up so she could hear Cak Sam's words clearly.

"Mbah. Meet Fatimah." Paijo unconsciously swallowed his saliva with great difficulty. Is she the woman who was once called Bejo as the second wife of Cak Sam? But does Cak Sam really have another wife besides his grandmother? Paijo silently listened.

"Meet him, ask Bejo for money. Mbah wants you to deliver it this time. And please apologize to her..."

Paijo was curious, but did not have the heart if he had to search for Sam Cak with various questions in his head. Jo just nodded, responding to the request of the old man who owned the famous Malang meatball stall.

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Meanwhile, in his new office Saras is still busy struggling in front of the computer. It was only ten but his stomach was already hungry. He was several times seen glancing at the clock on his wrist. The more glimpsed, the hour hand like it does not move, the longer it feels.

Suddenly from a distance the boisterous sound of the other staff caught Saras' attention. Ah, it turns out there is an assistant boss who likes to spread the charm in action. He was seen chatting with the female staff who looked at him in astonishment. Saras had heard his age was already in his thirties. But it is very annoying and envious because his face is still slim without any wrinkles there. Mature man with all his good looks and high position. There must be a lot of women who are scaring him.

Because Saras doesn't want to go crazy, so he doesn't want to be too sick. Think of it as an invisible creature. It's not important so there's no need for more attention. It's important, too, that he's the boss' assistant. Saras behaved normally and returned to his work.

"Hi, Saras. I brought cheesecake for you!"

Saras looked up, it turned out that the object that had been observed from a distance was already standing in front of his desk. I don't know why Saras feels bad. Still working hours, and what does that mean with him bringing cheesecake. Why not just give it to the other staff or just give it to the woman who was clearly steady with that amazement. A few seconds, Saras could only gawk at the bego.

"Heiii, why even dumbass? accepted dong!'

Saras is really not feeling good. He was a kid yesterday afternoon. Attention from superiors like this that become opportunities for people's material. Saras shuddered in horror. Refusing the effect is not good. Confused Zubaidah.

"Eh, for me sir?"

Jamal nodded with a gaze that Saras could understand. Happy gazes. "Thank you sir." Although I want how else. The food can be shared with others. Saras's mind justifies.

"Btw, we'll have a break to eat out!"

"I've got a debt treat you tripe meatballs."

Ah, Saras is getting frustrated. As a beautiful girl she was not stupid. If it were so, there would be nothing. It is better to directly install a high fence, alias in reject only.

"Hmm. I'm sorry sir but I can't seem to. Later I.." think for a moment, want to say there is an appointment to eat with friends, kog ya wagu, he has not had friends here. Ah, you guys just lied to him.

"Let me have a lunch date with my girlfriend." Saras grimaced, feeling sinful because of course the angels Rokib and Atid had recorded his lie.

"Ogh. All right, maybe anytime." Jamal looks disappointed, but in his heart he is not willing to give up. A pretty girl like Saras can't possibly not have a boyfriend yet, she knows that. If it's just still girlfriend status, Jamal won't back down. He intends to hold the girl. Justjust look.

"One more time, thank you sir." Jamal smiled and walked away.

Just out of the room, another staff whose desk is close to Saras's table immediately excited.

"Cie. cie. Straight to be the boss' assistant's darling."

Whether it's satire or praise. Saras only smiled at the woman he had met this morning. "What's wrong, Yuli, just cake. If you want please eat together."

And without further ado, Yuli accepted it. It's like he deserves it. Cheesecake is not a zakat hlo.

Even hungry Saras will not eat the cake. Moreover, if there are ewesnya Saras afraid, let others only be hit. Saras has been hit by Mas Paijo's ewes. Hehe...

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