The Love of Mas Paijo

Chapter 5: Sam's Cak

Shanty..dry..kotok..kotok...kotok....!!!

A loud voice familiar to the pot of an old vespa was heard entering the courtyard of the house that was not too broad but adem it. It had been almost thirty minutes Paijo sat down, waiting in front of a simple house painted with brown walls, whose color had now appeared to fade.

The old grandfather of the old Vespa rider was seen coming down from the motorbike. Both hands look tired carrying two large shopping bags. Leeks and celery are seen decorating one of the shopping bags.

Instead of catching up and helping him, Paijo just stood up to greet with a sour face.

"Which way?"

"I've been waiting a long time since."

"Salim first! mbah Sam said, sticking out his hand. "Polite talk to parents. Just answer me!"

Paijo sneered, he's too tired to get stale. But considering that he was going to hang on to the old man in front of him, inevitably he had to obey.

"Excuse me, Mbah sangking pundi? Kulo sampun ngentosi ket wau?" from where? I've been waiting since. Paijo said more politely and received a helping hand that asked to be kissed.

"Your eyes ora weruh po! Iki abot gowo belonjo, orak mbok tulungi even sedake koyo statue!"

Buset.. in sapa etik. Paijo scratching ears.

"Hehe. bring it here, Jo help. Now Mbah opens the door because Jo is tired of taking the eight-hour bus. Nagelnya later if Jo already rest and eat. How's it?"

"That jerky!"

Without any shame at all Paijo proved his words. His body feels stiff as if in crumbs added on trampling. After eating rice with a potluck side dish, Paijo slept lying on the floor in front of the television only on a shabby mat.

While Mbah Sam is busy struggling to make meatball dough to sell later in the afternoon.

"That's...!"

After two hours of sleep, Paijo woke up and approached Sam's altar in the kitchen cutting onions and celery. While on the stove that lit a jumbo boiler reflecting the smoke sign of the meatball stew is boiling.

"Away awake?"

"Still dizzy, pegel all the flavors. The smell of kayak meatballs is forced from a dream. Make laper!"

"Eat again when it's dead. Now story! why are you here? No rain, no storm, no tsunami. Why here? your father knows how many years he has not come home." said Sam while brandishing the knife used to cut the leeks earlier. Paijo even rewinded his body.

"Look up, what else?"

"The son of the mbah who is angry and stubborn. It makes me feel like I live at home."

Mbah Sam glanced sharply at the only grandson he had from the Burhanuddin lineage, the head of a wealthy village that owned acres of land. "He's your father, isn't he?"

"Yes.pak durhaka who likes to impose his will on his son, as well as the son of the ungodly who abandoned his father. Even though his father was old, he still had to sell poor meatballs like this!"

Auchh...!

Pekik Paijo when his forehead is sambit a garlic by the Mbah.

"Look! Burhan might be as harsh as 'me. But he is a hard worker and hard worker. Until it works like that. You are as stubborn as we are. But you did nglenyer, you did not! Sak karep 'mu dewe! can't prove anything is arrogant yet. You should be ashamed!"

Such a seizure has been heard by Paijo almost every day while at home. Now that he has stopped, the language is still the same.

"Burhan to Mbah is not an ungodly child. Although he rarely comes here. He and his wife still call and send money." "Just maybe he's tired of coaxing Mbah to stay with him."

"Our meeting often ends with a debate." Paijo gawking bego. Maybe it's better to just let this old man talk first, than to have his forehead on the side again.

"You, him and mbah, we're actually one server. Hard-headed."

"Not wrong! But according to stubbornness is also appropriate. What did he tell you? until you came here?"

"Still the same as before, go to accounting college or whatever is important I want to continue my education. I've said many times I don't want to! I don't like to learn, I want to succeed on my own."

"Last they even betrothed me to a girl child from the owner of the Bagong Gold store. Isn't that crazy thing called? obviously 'I refuse. I don't like being set up. Weep...!"

Mbah Sam Manggut-mangut listen to the outpouring of Paijo heart. He already understood his favorite grandson just wanted to find his own identity. He should have stopped. His soul was as free as he was when he was young.

"May now understand the direction of your mind."

"Keep now asking, what will you do to become that successful person?"

"Hla. That's what Jo still thinks. Confused where to start? But Jo believes Jo can be successful! Only later if you find the way."

"When later?"

"Yes later--" replied Jo unsure. He himself does not know.

"Listen and record in your brain and garnish with a green highlighter !"

"Bakal can! Stupid Don't!"

Paijo gawked at the quote that had just been thrown from the old grandfather's mouth into his brain.

Why did that sentence feel like it slapped my pride!

Just shut up, listen to Mbah there must be a follow-up sentence.

"You can be naughty, ass, rebellious not to go to school again. But don't be stupid! you should also be able to prove that you can succeed without high school."

"Can you?!"

"Yes-"

"Lack of answers!"

"YEAH CAN!"

"Buset, you're like a motivator!"

"Should! let the younger generation not be as mushy as you!"

Paijo gulped, again his young soul was stained in the say mushy. Asem-assem...!

"That later sales are still ider using the cart?"

Better to switch the conversation. "It's a pity, even though the altar boy there sits a big salary sweet."

"Sori yes! now meatball stalls mbah, even can be ordered through the application. Wicked, but not stupid!"

Paijo clucked in awe, true also people this old even his age is already limited edition. The rest of the people are from their own age. Can still be tech-savvy. Marvellous!

"Hummer..."

"Hahaha. later in the afternoon come to the stall. Now open a shop in the city center. See for yourself how successful you are!"

"Hmmm.we prove it later. If successful why does this house look the same age!?"

The plot!

A single garlic grazed Paijo's mouth.

Shut up I said! just shut up Jo Paijo!

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In the afternoon leading up to the Maghreb, unwilling to get the next violence. Paijo hugged the grandfather to his shop. The atmosphere of the city of Malang is cool-cold adem is most suitable for eating warm-warm.

The old Vespa stopped at a meatball stall painted with fresh green walls. Above the entrance is a large plank that reads 'Bakso Malang Cak Sam'. Paijo whistled praising his grandfather. Sure enough, even though the stall looks simple. Just opened and a few minutes to sit. Buyers are coming. Even the green jacketed ojol-ojol has been queued there.

Having five employees who help at the stall, did not make Sam mbah leha-leha at home. He wants the bad meatball based on his own cooking. So that after the meatballs are ready, they just come to transport to the stall.

"Why are you gawking?"

"Hah-?"

"Help the Mbah at the cashier! or help Solikin in the back. Wash bowl!"

Paijo shook his head, "Better help count money than wash the bowl! it could be that the bowls of Mbah are gone because they broke!"

"Yes, you spoiled bastard!"

"My stepmom won't let her stepdaughter touch a dirty plate. So the mbah the mbah the bladder. Be kind to your own grandson." said Paijo chuckling.

"Good hanky 'you! nothing here is free. Consider you hitchhiking, instead you help mbah in the stall while you wait to become a successful person!"

"Well, if you become a gini meatball waitress, how can you succeed? so the meatballs-" not finished yet Paijo's sentence has been cut.

"Can you, why not? The porridge worker can take the hajj. The meatballs can't succeed! small!"

"You listen to Mbah! Success is not just looking at how much money we have, or how rich we are. We have to look at different glasses. One day you will understand!" mbah Sam smiled meaningfully.

Looks like Mbah is better suited to be a motivator than a meatball. Pretty who knows can replace the shady Mario.

This time Paijo only satin, if answered like his heart. His mouth could be on a sumpel with paper money.

"Is there a calculator?"

"Make what?" answer Sam with a contemptuous look.

"A fear of being wrong?"

"Don't be stupid, you don't need to just count money, let alone change!"

"Hummer..."

They both grandfather and grandson look back busy serving payment at the cashier. Sometimes they seem to laugh together. Buyers come and go out with full stomachs and smiles.

Sweet-selling cape kimpul, poor meatballs Cak Sam. Top markotop!!!

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