The Love of Mas Paijo

Chapter 41: The Tubes

...He's Paijo, my granddaughter who's good at making money, but doesn't understand the real meaning of being rich. Explain to her, and tell our story so she can dare to fight for her love......

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Fatimah folded back a letter after reading it at a glance. His smile expanded, how amazed he was at the figure of an aging man with him, despite being separated by distance and time.

"How's Sam doing?" Paijo reviewed a thin smile. The two of them were sitting in the woman's office. In the right corner is seen a shelf containing a row of books neatly arranged. From here Paijo understands if this woman is the owner and head of Fatimah Orphanage.

"Sam had a heart attack the other day. After being unconscious, only a few days ago he regained consciousness."

"Ah..thank God..."

"Mbah asked me to come here, deliver this too," Paijo handed me the brown envelope that had been made sure to contain money. Fatimah received the envelope, with no intention of opening it.

"Thank you, I already know if this envelope contains money."

"Money for the children" Paijo still silently listened.

"Maybe you're wondering, what kind of relationship I have with your grandfather isn't it?" Paijo nodded his head slowly.

Makes Fatimah smile.

"Drink that tea first, because I'll tell you a true story, the secret of both of us..."

Paijo gulped, his mind was everywhere. Half afraid if it turns out this woman is the second wife or the umpteenth wife of her grandfather who is deliberately hidden. Paijo lifted the cup of tea that had been served. Drink it at a glance, limited to wet the throat that feels dry. After Paijo put down his glass, Fatimah spoke again. His eyes glazed over, inviting him to reminisce to youth.

The woman took a breath and exhaled softly before speaking.

"I was sixteen when I first fell in love with a young man,"

"Poor young meatball sellers,"

"I say it's poor, because my parents used to be rich people, if young people today might call it crazy rich, right?" Fatimah smiled asking for Paijo's approval which replied with a smile as well.

"At first I just fell in love with the meatballs, every day I stopped him from passing in front of the house. Until I finally fell in love with the guy."

" We can only steal a glance. Teenagers of old times, not as brave as today. Which is easy to whistle if you see a beautiful woman passing by. Without a word, let alone a dreadful seduction."

"The days that followed, he was always free every time I bought. Until one day, he began to be a little brave. I met him in a park. I remember, it was the first time I lied to my parents."

"I said I would buy cloth to sew new clothes, but I met the young man. Hehe..."

"My heart was pounding then, not just for fear of being caught lying. But it also thumped when it met him."

"We both fell in love."

"But baby, we can't fight for our love."

"The love of the different castes of the past was terrible. Not that he didn't want to fight, but rather to be self-aware, he was who I was?"

"Until one day, an arranged marriage for me was arranged. And I'm married to a young man from a respectable family."

"I'm a girl who is taught to always obey. At least I don't have the courage to speak let alone refuse."

"Married, said. I love you, but I don't deserve you at all. I can only love you all my life in silence."

"That's the words that made me cry seven days and seven nights. Even when my tears keep flowing."

"We've been apart for years, without exchanging news."

"I live my life, and he lives his life."

Paijo felt his chest tight, every word that Fatimah spoke felt deep. It turned out that this woman was a person who meant something to her grandfather.

"Ten years I've been married without love. Survive a temperamental man. Maybe the always depressed psychic condition makes it difficult to have offspring. Until my husband divorced me,"

"I know that he is also married and living happily with his son and wife."

"At least I don't intend to be third. But out of nowhere she knew that my household had failed. He's meeting 'me as a friend."

"He said his wife knew about our story first, but your grandmother was really nice. He didn't forbid us from making friends at all."

"Even supporting my desire to be able to set up this orphanage,"

Paijo dared to ask. A heartbreaking love story. "My grandmother died a long time ago, why don't you just decide to be together?"

Fatimah smiled sweetly again. "Son, I know your grandmother was also a good woman. I also know that Sam loves your grandmother very much. To us, what it means to build a new home. We both have lived it each time. We love each other as distant brothers. Just ask the news, and be happy if you see the people we love happy."

"I want to, only your grandmother will match Sam to heaven. However, it was from your grandmother's womb that the children of Sam were born. So, she's the one who's entitled to be Sam's angel until the end, not me,"

"We love each other, but until now we agreed, there was no relationship between the two of us"

"We had a lot of children, almost a hundred children. For me, this is enough."

"You mean, the orphans here?"

"I'm his mother and Sam's father. As a father he turned his back on making a living for us, sending them as high as possible."

"Sam was a wealthy man, not a wealthy man with abundant wealth. However, it is rich because of the kindness of his heart." "His generosity to others. And not a person who likes to accumulate treasures. Suppose he does not support these children, it is not difficult if you just have a big and nice house. The land of hectares. Or a nice car that sounds smooth."

"But in reality, he still lives by his simplicity."

Paijo's tears have seeped. He felt his chest hit by a big hammer. Paijo recalled how he first sneered at Cak Sam when he first came, taking refuge when he ran away after a big fight with his Father.

Did he say success? why is the house so old and ugly?

Anyway, I don't want to go home before I can be rich beyond you. It has a land of acres.

Come home, I'm waiting for 'you to come home soon!

The voices of Cak Sam and Saraswati were ringing in Paijo's ears. All this time Paijo has been blind chasing the world. Collecting rupiah coffers without knowing to use it for things that smell social. Pride to be able to be more above his Father is also a bad trait that he escaped to realize. And let Saras go home with no certainty of future relationship, even though he felt very loving to the girl. He should have dared to step. Not continue to be lulled to cultivate treasures for self-evidence. Saraswati is the girl she deserves to fight for. Any way. Treasure is not everything.

Paijo shed tears, regretting his stupidity. From the love story of Cak Sam and Fatimah, Paijo draws the conclusion if love does need to be fought, if we do not want to regret later in life. Regardless of matchmaking or not, yes we must accept as a destiny line that has been determined by God, the important thing is to try.

Now Paijo realized, if his grandfather was really a good person. Beneficial, even if not enough. He devoted himself to supporting orphans. Very true Mbah, you turned out to be a rich man. Now I'm ashamed, so ashamed.

"Son,..."

"Stay here last night. You're Sam's grandson, that means you're also my grandson."

Paijo wiped his tears, he nodded in agreement to stay the night. He's not finished yet. The knocking of the door sounded from outside.

"Lake in!" it turned out to be a young man younger than Paijo. Fatimah's mother called him As. I don't know who. Jeez or Assalamu'alaikum, Paijo doesn't know. The young man looked very pious in Koko's clothes complete with a sheath.

"What's the matter?"

With a solemn look As replied. "Mom, there's a guest who's gonna put his son in here."

"Oh. Please just bring it in."

"Oh yes As, this is Paijo. Grandchild of Mr. Sam. Prepare a room for him. Tonight he stayed here "As threw a friendly smile and reached out, shaking hands. He doesn't talk much.

Feeling that there will be guests, Paijo is self-conscious. "Do I have to go out first, I can wait outside."

Fatimah smiled, "No need, sit here. Accompany me."

"As, prepare the files needed yes. The mother confirmed to leave her son here. The data must be complete."

As nodded and came out again. A few seconds later, a mother and a child about seven years old entered.

"Please sit, ma'am" Fatimah was very friendly.

The woman nodded her head and sat down beside Jo. "Salim used to be with Mom and Mas" the woman told her son. The little boy complied. From the look on his face, it was already seen if he was sad.

"Eh pinter, what's his name?" The boy seemed reluctant to answer.

"Jawab deck, whose name is it?" seduce her mother.

"Alvin" he answered heartbreakingly.

Fatimah lovingly invited him to speak. "Alvin, call me Oma Fatimah and this is Om Paijo."

The boy is still down. His mother was busy filling in the necessary data.

Alvin's hands still faithfully wrapped around his mother's arms. Alvin's mother again gave understanding to her son who will be entrusted it. "Alvin, you want to go to school, right? if Alvin's here for school."

"If you're the same mom, you can't send Alvin to school."

"Later I promise to come here often."

The little boy started to whine. I even cried sobbing.

"Alvin wants to be with mom."

Paijo really can't. Before his eyes the little boy would live apart from his mother. Her mother was a widow who had just lived to die her husband. Bad economic situation and life without brothers. Maybe that's what forced the woman to leave her child. To make his son more secure.

Paijo was lucky, although faintly remembering the face of his mother, because it had been in his mother's death since toddler. At least, there was Salma who raised her like her own biological child. And he grew up with enough. Truly, today Paijo feels in a slap-tubi. Feeling completely unaware of yourself.

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