The Love of Mas Paijo

Chapter 43: The Promise

Mama Rosa's panic about being back in terror, seems to rub off on Saras. Saras who sat three in the living room with Abah and Umikya in the same grove of anxiety. The television was still on, featuring Mama Rosa lying in a hospital bed.

Hajjah Maesaroh who usually will not be willing to delay even though a glimpse of the scene, this time must be sincere because in the inclusion of an impromptu meeting.

"Saras," called his name the fine feather in Saras' hand was already standing, goosebumps.

"Well to speak seriously to you, this time Abah will not listen to any reason."

"So you'll be pretty obedient!"

Saras looked down with a thunderous heart. Suppose he had the courage to argue. Since then Saras has always been. Except for college in Malang. He had to desperately ask his brother for permission at that time. Saras, who only thought of being able to at least feel the outside world, living far from family, free like a dove, enjoying youth, and enjoying life, forced to respond when Haji Bagong put forward the requirements so that he would be willing to be betrothed to whomever his Abah chooses. And tonight as Saras alleged, Haji Bagong billed an appointment.

"You've finished college, Abah has given you the same freedom during college in Malang."

"Even if your engagement to Bambang fails. But Abah won't stop looking for you."

The mustachioed man who had been many times on the Hajj had reached into his shirt pocket. Then take two pictures from there and put them on the table, right in front of Saras. Saras did not budge a bit.

"Look first, then choose one. Which one you want to meet first."

"This time Abah is still kind, giving you a chance to choose."

"This is Gunawan, the civil servant at the Prosecutor's Office." Appoint Haji Bagong on a picture of a man with a plontos head.

"And this is Mahfud, the teacher of Islam at Kendal High School, already PNS as well."

Saras swallowed with great difficulty. A difficult choice, not because both look handsome and definitely successful with their respective positions. But it was very difficult because Saras' heart was already full of Paijo's love. Saras's eyes glazed over, ready to shed tears at any moment.

"Change.." Saras' voice trembled. His throat was blocked and he could no longer continue speaking.

Saras threw a glance at his mother, pleading for help.

"Saras Abah means..." Haji Bagong's hand was raised, indicating that his wife did not need to speak. Hajjah Maesaroh was silent. Instantly the atmosphere of the family room felt gripping.

"You can choose one now!"

Saras' eyes inevitably scanned the two photos in front of him. His brain is squeezed in order to make a choice, which man if he can compromise to thwart this matchmaking.

Gunawan, bald and charming. Handsome indeed, but it seems like someone who works in the community must be unequivocal, fiercely creepy. Big No's!

The second option, Mahfud is no less handsome, his eyes are also shady. Looks calm and patient. If he is willing to compromise, will he? He is a religious teacher, it should be easier to explain if the household relationship should be on the basis of liking, and can not be forced. But it's not fair to just use it. Oh my God, how should I?

Amidst the difficulty of making a choice, suddenly...

"Hik...! hiccu....! hiccu....! hiccups....!"

Hajjah Bagong scrunched his forehead while Hajjah Maesaroh almost farted because he held back laughter. It could be in a precarious situation like this, Saras even hiccups. The youngest child was seen languishing because of the hiccups that are tangled.

"Hik...! Um... Hik..!.mic....Hick....!"

"Hemft.. go grab a drink there!" Haji Bagong. Saras happily got up and wandered into the kitchen. The Hajjah Maesaroh.

Saras hopes this conversation ends tonight. At least Saras needs a pause to breathe.

Arriving in the kitchen, Hajjah Maesaroh could not help but laugh. He giggled to himself, trying his best not to make a sound.

"Umic! Hiccu...! help this! hiccups...!"

"Stop-hiccups- Hik...! how!"

"Haha. bentar Umik continued ketiwi first, haha..."

"You're so funny, son.haha..."

"Umikk-hik...!"

"You want to try?"

"OGEH! Ngik!" Saras drank almost half a glass of water but the hiccups have not disappeared.

"Hope, Umik asked Mbah Google first, there must be a way to stop hiccups." Saras can only nod to agree with his mother's idea.

"Hiccups occur when the diaphragm or muscle membrane that separates the chest cavity and abdominal cavity contracts, can occur in young children or dew people..."

"Ja mik-ngik!" Saras cut off Hajjah Maesaroh's overly theoretical speech. The girl's mother who was upset, scratching temples, itching turned out to be mosquitoes alight.

"Okay, dude! there are many ways such as doing the face down position so that the chest presses to the floor, or sitting by folding your legs until touching the chest, biting a lemon, tasting vinegar, breathing in a bag made of paper,...."

"Yang mu-dah sa-ja mik-hik...! hiccups...!"

This time Hajjah Maesaroh grinned while continuing to scroll his phone. "Ah. This is so easy. Hold your breath as hard as possible, while counting in your heart. Do it over and over again until the hiccups stop. Let's try it!"

Reasonable and simpler, Saras tried it. Ten seconds, Saras took a breath, still not succeeding. He repeated again fifteen seconds, still not stopping. Saras gasped for breath in a rough breath. Try again the third time you get a glass. Ten seconds, fifteen seconds, twenty-two seconds, twenty-nine seconds, just die. Saras man is not a mermaid, where strong he breathes long.

"Um-mik hik's...! Sa-ba-lik-hik...! in the room..."

"Hehe .. Yes there, Umik will tell Abah that you need a break to say hiccup."

Saras' heart is in hore. Ah despite the torment, Saras is still grateful because of this damn hiccup he had a chance not to make a decision immediately. Although maybe tomorrow morning his brother has already charged again. Think about tomorrow. Saras wants to sleep tonight. Dizziness.

Still with the typical sound of people hiccuping. Saras sends a message to Paijo.

Saras 008

I sleep, go to sleep first.

Have a nice dream....

Paijo Paijan^^^^

^^^There is a problem?^^^

Saras 008

No, Abah just asked for a minute

Paijo Paijan^^^^

^^^yes, go to sleep!^^^

Paijo is not romantic, he is not smart to say sweet. Even so Saras loved him, because in the eyes of Saras Paijo it was quite sweet. Didn't get to reply to Paijo's last message. Saras is asleep. Who would have thought with sleep hiccups automatically disappear on their own. Know that just now does not need to hold your breath until it makes shortness of breath.

In the other corner of the room, Paijo was still awake. There was a feeling of anxiety that was getting stifling the chest. He misses Saras. Saras said there was nothing. For some reason instead, he felt Saras was hiding something.

to be continue....

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