The Love of Mas Paijo

Chapter 48: The MaDeSu

As the man in charge, I dare to drive you, run to the house, take you until I guarantee you, I dare,

Paijo

Saras was very anxious for Paijo to lose his memory, so that he could undo his intention to come to the house of Saras. In preventing any model how it looks like Paijo is determined.

Finally after taking the motorcycle in the office parking lot, Paijo and Sarah headed to Saras' house by driving their respective motorcycles. Saras let out a rough sigh, it looks like the Nagasaki and Hiroshima bombs will repeat in his house tonight. And Saras is not ready at all to anticipate his next move. Just imagine Saras was already horrified by God.

In another heart, Paijo was determined to meet Saras' parents. Paijo intends to say that he is seriously in a relationship with Saras. However their response later Paijo will not take a headache now. The important thing is action first.

Adzan Isya reverberated as they both parked the motorbike in front of Saras' house. Saras' body was already hot approaching the merry. Nervous mix fear. Saras once wondered why he was so afraid of his own father. Though clearly seen from any lineage Hajjah Bagong is not a descendant of Pharaoh.

"You're pale, sick?" late asked, it should be from yesterday that Paijo realized that Saras was sick, sick of mind.

"Eh. Let's get in!" saras' mouth lied, but his heart wanted to drive him away.

Saras did not knock on the door, he immediately opened the door for Paijo. He memorized it very well if the door is not in the key from the inside. You can make sure his brother just went to the mosque to pray for worshipers.

"Assynoltom..."

Hajjah Maesaroh who had put on a mukena wanted to pray puffed up from behind the golden curtain. Yes it is true, the curtain was made of silk cloth with gold embroidery. Do not forget that Haji Bagong is the owner of the largest gold shop in Kendal.

"Wa'alaikumsalam... Umik's son has returned home? uh. There's a guest apparently."

Paijo was about to greet the woman who had given birth to Saraswati but she remembered that she would definitely cancel her widow. Paijo nodded politely.

"Umik, it's Mas Paijo."

Hajjah Maesaroh is not senile, however, Paijo was once a candidate for his son-in-law. Because of nervous Saras even looks wrong. "Please sit down first, Umik just pray for good, well,"

"Yes ma'am, thank you." Hajjah Maesaroh's back has disappeared again behind the golden curtain. "What the hell you are, weird!"

"I, I feel like I'm going to die. What if Abah gets angry?"

Paijo grimaced and replied. "Yes in dengerin, cook would be denied, ntar even the mouth war is difficult to happen."

"What do you want to drink? I'm thirsty,"

Saras did not believe Paijo could be that relaxed. Saras's shoulder slumped, "hmm... What do you want to drink?"

"What a drink, if you can drink."

Saras got up to the kitchen to make coffee, perhaps finding a laxative Saras wanted to add a little to. In order for Paijo to have a stomachache and fail to see Haji Bagong. Eh but react or not yes, laxatives in the coffee mix? Saras even dizzy himself. It's not just. Saras back in the living room carrying a tray containing two cups of coffee and setoples of pea skin.

"Diminum mas,"

"Thank you..." Paijo sipped a little of his drink. It was only until Hajjah Maesaroh's throat reappeared.

"Would you make a drink?" Paijo almost choked in shock. "I'm sorry to be surprised."

Saras smiled amusedly.

"Umik gini his person, gemblontang if you say."

"No Budhe, it was just a little hot coffee," Wow, pinter also Paijo reasoned. Inner Saras.

Umik sat next to Saras while Paijo had been sitting in the safest single seat out of range. "Where are your parents and father, they are healthy?"

"Alhamdulillah healthy budhe, just they are still in Malang, mbah ngerawat again sick."

"Oh... Mbah Lanang you? what pain?" Hajjah Maesaroh knows the Paijo family. They are neighbors of the village.

"Hope, yesterday was treated for a few weeks, but this was outpatient. Thank God, it's getting better." Hajjah Maesaroh. Saras was amazed for a moment, it seemed like Paijo controlled the situation. His face looks relaxed.

"Take another drink of coffee, Abah again jama'ah, at most soon home,"

Saras' heart was pounding, the sound of the door knobs sounded terrible in Saras's ears. Saras was sure that it must be Abah who came. Cloudy clouds also move along the steps of Haji Bagong. The wind blew harder and the earth shook. Decorative lights twinkled like a shortcut, and the coffee inside the cup seemed to vibrate. I swear Saras felt a storm was coming soon.

"AHEM!" one deheman Haji Bagong is able to shed one strand of Saras hair. And then the room froze.

"Good night Pakde," Paijo grabbed Haji Bagong's hand and kissed him at a glance.

Haji Bagong felt awkward, he glanced at Saras with a murderous look. Saras slit then only dared to bow.

"Sit here Abah, it looks like there's something they want to talk to Abah about."

Hajjah Maesaroh's words slightly neutralized Saras' heart. Haji Bagong was still silent. Susana. getting stiffer and colder. After sitting all down, Hajjah Maesaroh threw a gaze at Paijo. Like a code for him to start talking right now.

"Emm.. like this, sirde, I'm sorry that these nights I interrupted Pakde and Budhe's rest..."

"There's something I want to talk about,"

Saras' hands were cold, from earlier he did not dare to raise his head. With steadiness Paijo continued to speak.

"I, personally, would like to ask permission, to be closer to Saras."

"I-Like Saraswati and want to seriously be in a relationship with her,"

Rrrrrrrrrrrrrr!!!!

Like there was a lightning bolt that just struck. Saras closed his eyes. Fear if Haji Bagong wrath and throw Paijo out of the house in one kick. A few more seconds of silence.

Hajjah Maesaroh gulps his saliva with difficulty, trying to help two human children who love each other but blocked the blessing of the old man. "Change..," just opened the mouth of Hajjah Maesaroh got a glance from her husband. That's a sign he's banned from speaking.

"Go home! and forget you ever talked like this!" haji Bagong's voice was flat but painful. Saras' heart was sliced, while Paijo was still unmoved. He realized he had been kicked out, but he needed a reason. Paijo still silently listened to the next sentence. Even though it is a form of caci maki, Paijo is ready to stretch the chest.

"You've been here with your parents, you've been lying by saying that you're going to study accounting, and you're going to be a civil servant. But it turns out to be a big lie, you should be ashamed to come here again!!"

"Now, I'm asking what is your job?"

"He now has the Abah wood factory business," Hajjah Maesaroh somehow had the courage from where, representing the answer. Then it shriveled again after getting a second glance.

"Huh, carpenter?"

"You know young man? My son is highly educated. Scholar. At least you should get a husband who is a Bachelor. Not high school graduates continue to have business."

"It is certain that you are a young man of Madeu!"

"Know what is Ma-de-su?!" the voice of Haji Bangong tandes once, as if eager to incise a deep wound.

"The future is bleak!!!!"

JLB!

Paijo's body trembled violently, his pride was being trampled. But as strong as the soul he held back the emotions. He can't be angry. Or reply to say harshly to the man who bears the title of Hajj in front of him. Don't make.

Hajjah Maesaroh shut his mouth in disbelief, if her husband is as evil as his mouth. As for Saras, he was already limp, the bones in his body like in escaping. Saras lowered his head with tears that began to flow down his lap.

Did I say, Mas, this is all impossible. There you get insults like this. I'm sorry, hiks....

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to be continue...

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