The Love of Mas Paijo

Chapter 47: The More Love!

Monggo sing before you read on!

...mas I want cerito...

...About us both...

...wong tuoku ora agrees...

...Yen kuwe and I unite...

...your condom mare me...

...kuwe will fight...

...My stinger mows your sliramu...

...Ojo sampe...

...I'm a deck retreat rack...

...steadfast atimu...

...masio...

...ora...

...Koyo kanji flour...

...nong duwur mejo...

...Yen Gusti...

...wong tuwo biso.......

...Hokkaido..hokya...!...

...yes.......

Because of Umik quotes, this afternoon Saras so play the song. While finishing his work a pair of headsets stuffed in the ear. Saras occasionally enjoyed the mangosteen songs that he played out loud. I don't know if he doesn't seem afraid of being a budeg. Though clearly on the screen appears a warning, if listening with volume exceeds the threshold can affect hearing.

The sound of the dangdut song suddenly stopped, changing an incoming call. Saras checked his phone, and did not think twice about answering the call immediately.

"Hi, would you like to pick me up? but I have a motor. It's done in the patch."

"wish to meet? last night, it was,"

"Ah..yeah, yes, we will go back to work again."

"So bad is it the same with me?"

"Okaya?"

"Basic bum!"

"Yes.bye..."

Paijo invites Saras to meet again, when only last night they met. Saras seneng. But if asked again about readiness, Saras still has no answer.

At four o'clock in the afternoon, the employees began to scatter out. Lazily queuing in the elevator that is always full when the clock comes home, Saras prefers to go down through the stairs. After all, just getting down from the third floor was no problem for him. Counting sports too.

Out of the gate Saras eyes immediately look out, find the figure of Paijo who was waiting for him to sit on the motorcycle. Saras stopped his bike right next to Paijo's.

"Come, get some food first. You must be hungry, what do you want to eat?" waste indeed, if they meet not far from snacks and eat. But it's okay Paijo a lot of money, he sure will not be poor just because of snacks. Even if the money runs out, it's easy to find it again tomorrow. That's Paijo's motto. Snack and eat good number one. It doesn't need much style.

Saras seemed to think for a while, "willing to eat steak. But far away must reach Ngaliyan."

"males ride his bike."

Paijo brainwashed, met the idea also finally. "What if your motorcycle stays in the office parking lot again. We fucked up. Later coming home from Ngaliyan we take it again here, how?"

"Wow, Mas Jo is smart. Why didn't I think that..hehe..."

"That's because you're hungry. I know that hungry brains you like to short-sighted,"

At the tease so Saras not offended even proud, it turns out Paijo attention as well. Othor pat jidat ngrasake Saras. Saras smiled happily, because he was always accompanied by Paijo. Ask for what to eat, love! So no need to bother getting pregnant first continue to crave new deh ask for anything in follow. Getting pregnant? amit-amit jabang baby. Despite living in the modern world, Saras still holds firm to his principles. For Saras his crown is only for his future halal husband.

Saras turned back into his company area. After making sure the bike was locked, he ran out the gate again.

"Come on! I'm coming steak, yummy!"

Saras deflated Paijo. Eating business he was always the spirit of four five. Fortunately, his body is not easily stretched, if he is easily fat and fluffy maybe Saras willing to use his brain to think about maintaining a diet aka diet. Paijo smiled as well, for him there was nothing more happy than meeting Saraswati.

Not far from where the two of them were, it turned out that Jamal was observing the scene from behind the car glass. He was waiting for his boss who had said he asked to be driven home because he did not bring a car.

Jamal's gaze was sad, if not ashamed, at the cactus tree swaying on the dashboard of his car. Maybe Jamal has shed a tear from a broken heart.

BRAKKK!

Gusti, Jamal's boss comes in and closes the door hard. Normally Jamalga would nag by saying, "Boss, can't it be slower a bit? the installments have not paid off. Just be careful if my car door is damaged before it paid off, I do not hesitate to ask for compensation!"

Huh, but this time the man who has matured but has not found his soul mate is still not budging. His eyes were empty. Make Gusti mumbled.

"Heh Camel! Concerned about what the hell?"

Gusti's eyes immediately combed the scenery that became the center of attention of the assistant and his good friend. His mouth was itching to make fun of Jamal.

"Oh... So that's Saras' girlfriend? is there a broken heart?"

"Are you tired of chasing him?"

"Whisper!" Jamal's eyebrows are irritated.

In the heart of his self-esteem torn to shreds, he who realized had a handsome face and a brilliant career. It turned out to be unable to defeat an ordinary young man who was not so handsome. What good is he trying? Saras' taste is not very good!

"Not all women look at wealth and good looks."

"It's been easier than Saras' girlfriend, but you're not necessarily better than her,"

"Kadal like lo, must first insyaf if you want to get a sholyah wife like Saras. Haha..."

"Dissipated! less insyaf how, mabok has stopped, playing girls is also already bosen. My turn to find a wife is hard."

"Here ngincer Alya in samber boss, turn there is a similar view even already there are those who have. Damn it!"

"Eh.. shithead! how dare you make my wife a role model, want to look for death?"

"Devil, what's wrong trying? Ga kelong too. Alya is still intact at home, has even bred split into Lisana."

It was wrestling to cut Jamal's salary for a month, if only he didn't remember the sin. His friend often talks as good as his ass.

"Creative, you should have dropped the standard a little bit. High if you want to have a wife like my wife."

"My wife is the most beautiful and noble heart..."

"Ahh.. have let's walk. I miss them already, Lisana must have been waiting for her Father to come home."

"Where are they going?" Jamal was curious too. It is impossible to go straight home. He saw for himself, Saras went back in and parked his bike.

"Don't think of stalking them, I want to go home now!" reprimand Gusti who was comfortable with his sitting position. His back was already leaning snugly on the back of the chair. Soon she might be comfortable falling asleep. There is someone driving.

"Whisper! his mouth could not be silent!"

"Because why not take a taxi. My hobby is so hard!"

Gusti looked at Jamal's face. "Don't forget, I'm still Lo's boss!"

Jamal kicep, if it comes out the final sentence that he can what? There he's more vulnerable when he gets fired.

Saraswati, does this have to be?

I'll back off if it makes you more comfortable.

***

Saras was already impatiently eating a piece of beef steak in front of him. Not ndeso, but because they have waited a long time since. This steakhouse is quite famous in Semarang. Always a lot of visitors. So you have to wait for the order to come.

"Nake?" ask Paijo who can be happy just because he saw Saras eating.

"Banget! the meat is really tender, delicious!" Like a Foodies, who is good at judging food, Saras commented mimicking their style.

Making Paijo chuckle again. "Later on, in the pack also may be," After saying that, Paijo pulled something out from inside the backpack he was carrying. A black fabric bag with mobile counter name screen printing. Paijo put the bag in front of Saras. "This is for you..."

"Huh, what is it?" Although Saras could read the screen printing on the bag, he did not want to guess what it contained. In case it is like during the Eid season, from outside the Tanggo can, when opened it turns out the contents are rowdy. 'Kan makes nyesek ati.

"Open it yourself, I hope you like it"

"If you don't like to say, then let me tucker, but still a one-time warranty twenty-four hours,"

Saras put a knife and fork in his hand. And began to open the bag, instead of girang Saras even more confused.

"New HP?"

"For whom?" tanyanya polo's.

Hih, Paijo greas pengen kiss cheek can? I told him why Saras still asks.

"Make our child later when it's born."

Hearing the apogee Paijo Saras amused how it is. Kids, on process never been.

"Make me dad? but hp' I can still wear kog,"

"Take that off!"

"I'm sorry, yesterday I was emotional. Hp you're the victim."

"Eh... but really kog hp' I can still, not broken." not mean nolak, but Saras absolutely do not have a mind to change hp, anyway can still be used.

"Yes.. know, but the rear casing until curved so. Wear a new one, quite the signal is already 5G, can smoothly watch Drakor."

Saras looked at the new cellphone still wrapped in cardboard. Wah hp latest output, if viewed from the type and specifications, Saras believes the price of this hp is above five jets.

"I didn't ask for hlo..."

"Yes.I am the loving, sincere selfless kog,"

"Ahh.. well if forced, thank you Mas Paijo DARLING, said windfall should not be refused. Therefore, I accept this sincerely as well..." Saras sok selling expensive when it wants too. In love new hp who the heck is nolak.

Not a subject, but more logic. Wong didn't ask but in love, if I was yes!

So love more with Mas Paijo, Wkwkwkkw....

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