The Love of Mas Paijo

Chapter 40: Meeting Fatimah

Paijo was glued when he saw his parents coming. His eyes coldly stared at the father and stepmother who were already standing behind him. Similar to the child, Burhan also seems to not intend to greet his biological child. Paijo opted out of the nursery where the grandfather was still lying limp.

"Why don't you say hello to your father? how much longer will it take for your anger to go away, huh?" Salma Paijo's stepmother apparently chose to follow her stepson. Paijo did not budge in the slightest. His chest was so tight when he met his real father. As a child, he missed his father's hug. But given how stubborn the father was, Paijo could not forgive the man along with all his curse.

"Go home, have you promised to go home. Your father is an old man, it is natural that prestige to say hello first. You young ones should be aware, ." Salma has not finished advising Paijo to snatch.

"I'll keep my promise, I'll definitely go home. It's also my home, but not for now. I'm not a rich man yet, like your husband!"

"Joe! He's still your father!" Salma closed her eyes at a glance, dampening the emotions. If you think again, two men of different generations are indeed equally stubborn.

"Damn, as a stepmother, I should have the pleasure of seeing you move away from your own father! I can be powerful, but really shit! I can't live quietly."

"How's Paijo doing? Has he eaten? What does he feel now? If it's raining hard, I'm thinking, is Paijo raining?"

"Every day, that question just pops up."

"I feel guilty for your mother. I feel like I failed to bring happiness to her child!"

Paijo was still staring blankly at the row of iron chairs before him. It was as if he was counting the number of small holes on that chair. "Thank you for your attention, but I don't need any mercy. I can still stand on my own feet."

Salma snorted dejectedly, "Then the girl? where's your relationship?"

"Are you also going to wait for the rich first, just going to propose to him huh?"

"That's my business." replied Jo then got up from her seat.

"You're here, I'll leave Mbah Sam for a few days. I have some business to do!"

Paijo leaves, while Salma can only take Paijo away with her eyes.

Is it hard to apologize and make up?

Is not your blood relationship more valuable than your own ego?

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Paijo leaves in the morning. Armed with a brown envelope containing a wad of money, a scrap of address and a letter from Cak Sam. Yesterday, the old man had written something on paper. Paijo is forbidden to open it. And only in charge of giving the deposit to a woman named Fatimah.

Fatimah who is that woman?

The trip is quite long, spending four hours more. That's Paijo already speeding, overtaking right and left. Until he arrived in a village. Not a remote village, because if seen from the map still appears. Just because it's far from the urban center. Paijo called it a village. If that's since the time of Majapahit reader also already know Jo.

Paijo doubts whether he is lost or the journey is still far away. If seen from the Map he felt not wrong, but sometimes Paijo was upset. Sometimes the map can also oon, wrong way. Once, Paijo type Jalan Sidodadi, the intention of the heart to find the nearest pharmacy because of toothache. When Map says turn right, Paijo turns right. Another hundred meters you get to the point. Paijo. But after arriving, not a pharmacy even a public funeral. Fucking no! Better to ask people, make sure if he doesn't go the wrong way.

Paijo got off the bike, asked a father who was sitting relaxed in front of the house while making spoiled coffee ala Syahrini. One question answered with certainty that need not be doubted. It seems that the woman named Fatimah was quite popular in this village.

Paijo feels sad if his name is already rivaled, the article if shopping online, couriers still need to search for his home address. He was the son of the village chief hlo. I don't know, it seems like the world is unfair to Paijo.

Paijo stood in front of the iron gate of the two-story house that looked deserted and closed. In front of the gate he saw a large board bearing the name Fatimah. It turned out to be an orphanage. It is only appropriate when asking for the address, the fathers were very sure. No need for 50:50 or a friend.

"Excuse me! excuse me!" jo shouted from outside the fence.

"Haishis... Arya, don't run away and you fall!" shouted a middle-aged woman, even though her skin was wrinkled, but her beauty line had not faded. The woman shouted again calling someone's name. And a girl about fifteen years old came in a hurry chasing the little boy who had run away. It seems that the woman has not noticed the arrival of Paijo who almost dried up outside the fence due to the scorching heat of the sun that was almost perched right above the head.

"Excuse me Ma!" paijo's voice rose, anticipating that the woman had been reduced to her audience.

"Eh... who?" The woman approached and opened the gate. Paijo was stunned for a moment.

"Emm. I want to meet Fatimah's mother. Is this really his house?" The woman's turn was stunned, rummaging through the files in her brain memory. He didn't know this young man, trying to think about the debt collector also stuck. He felt absolutely no debt, the pot debt in the grunts alone he had no.

"I'm the guy myself. Who you?"

Paijo commented with a faint smile, "I am Paijo, grandson of Mbah Sam."

Fatimah scanned Paijo from bottom to top. "Argh.." then he misbehaved. It felt strange because usually Samsudin told Bejo to come here for years. But what did he do, until he sent the young man who claimed his grandson came.

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Dodging from a handsome man named Jamalga.

"Aishh... Camel jamal! just a day not looking 'I can't what?!" mumbled Saras in the heart.

And just like the days before, Saras had to keep quiet for quite a while in the bathroom. Not the intention ngulo, break before his time. But this was the most effective way of avoiding that shameless assistant boss. Shameful, he approached Saras. Without cue anyway. Making Saras bother to curse, fortunately so far he is slippery like an eel.

Before the hour of rest he had already put the horses out of the room. Similarly, when the clock came home, wus-wus exceeded the speed of light he disappeared.

Flowers and food are given to her every day. Saras was not tempted. Once no yes no. Friends who are one room with her who prospered delicious splashes.

"Luckily the toilet is clean always smelled of coffee perfume. If only it stinks, it could die Why am I here!" Saras is again monologuing in front of the mirror. After that he called Mbak Yuli, making sure the Camel was gone.

"Satan ma'am?"

"Sman Love!"

"Bring her up?"

"Road, flowers and food!"

"Take mbak, take it! anyway, my desk should be clean of whatever she gives."

"Is this really not the food?"

"This hlo boy..."

"No, get rid of it before I get in!" it's nothing if the food problem, Saras almost tempted aka drooling. Saras himself likes to eat. Therefore, his eyes and mind must be kept away from giving any food.

After returning from the office, Saras also still could not breathe a sigh of relief. At home there is a loyal Haji Bagong at all times, it is similar to deodorant ads that can anytime talk about matchmaking. Saras was scared and parno once. Quickly he went into the room when he came home. Leave the room when you are going to eat.

"Mom, where's Saras? it looks like it's still eating. Why is there no more?"

Hajjah Maesaroh understood very well the purpose and purpose of Saras. He had to have a show. "Oh.. Maybe take a break in Abah's room. Poor thing, must be tired of him..."

"Huh, from yesterday want to chat with him kog very difficult. Already like his minister, hard to find."

At the sound of Abah's footsteps, Saras quickly jumped into bed. He wanted to pretend to be asleep or just pretend to be dead.

Chequek!

The door of Saras's room opened, Haji Bagong looked inside. Sure enough, Saras was already wrapped in his blanket.

"Near Maghrib, the kog girls sleep instead. Not afraid of going crazy? sleeping late?"

Even so Haji Bagong did not wake Saras. He just muttered and passed out again.

Huh, even if it goes crazy it is not because of sleeping late in the afternoon. But because Abah is obsessed with being a matchmaking bureau!

Reply Saras in the heart. I don't know why his eyes are really sleepy, like someone's blowing. Lesss, he's asleep too.

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