The Love of Mas Paijo

Chapter 51: Tipu Daya Haji Bagong

It has been two days now Saras silenced Haji Bagong. Not the intention of dissenting, Saras was only still disappointed. And also, perhaps this is the best attitude to avoid a debate that in essence both of them stick with the decision.

Saras so remember the study of Islam, Rasullulah once said with a history of the shahih, 'Whoever leaves the debate, Rasullullah, while he is on the top of the temple, God will build a house for him on the outskirts of heaven. And whoever leaves the debate, while he is on the path of righteousness, Allah will build a house in heaven.'

In essence, as Saras understood, right or wrong we better be silent. If we continue to argue, we will be fighting. If it is so automatic Saras is approaching the phase of disobedience in parents. Saras did not want to be disobedient, but also did not want to separate from Paijo mas.

The sound of the clanking of spoons sounded louder. Fried rice with a flat top and pete became a silent witness how this breakfast felt frozen. The three of them were silent with their thoughts. Although it was difficult to swallow a mouthful of rice from the tip of the spoon, Saras as much as possible still eat, Saras could not stand the hunger because. As if nothing had happened, they were in dispute. Not a land dispute, but a matchmaking dispute.

These two days is not Haji Bagong do not know if his daughter was picked up by his girlfriend. He was just looking for a gap, a fitting gap to carry out his plan.

"Ehem! You're on holiday today, aren't you?" Saras was sure of this question for him. It is impossible for Umik, Umik will be unemployed, even though there is a lot of money.

Saras ventured to look at his Abah at a glance then nodded "Yes."

"Follow Abah to the store, help out, it's Sunday must be a lot of visitors."

Saras threw a glance at Umik who was sitting right in front of him. Umik also gave a blink of an eye, the code to obey.

"Yes Abah."

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Abah Saras' car stopped right in the courtyard of his gold shop. The glass-walled shop already looked crowded even though it had just opened. Saras walked in with Haji Bagong. The security guard at the entrance opened the glass door when he saw them coming.

"Good morning Abah, mbak Saras." greet the security guard who only got a nod of the head from Haji Bagong and Saras.

The view inside the store is not far from the sparkle of jewelry neatly arranged in the display case. The employees are busy with their duties. Serving buyers who often choose this stock, like this but the money is not enough, so it must start again, choose again, dizzying once.

"What should Saras do for you?" Saras can be said to rarely help here. Haji Bagong used to often prohibit him from participating, because every time he came home must ask for taxes. 'This is funny, Saras asked for this!'.

Earrings or rings, always that's what Saras asked for. In the collection house there are many. Instead of tombok, better Haji Bagong not invite Saras to the store.

Today Saras became a little suspicious, but once his ashes asked for help.

"You help Andre at the cashier, help him manage the money."

"Change the check in first,"

Saras nodded, then approached Andre. His cousin who devoted himself to Haji Bagong.

"Hey, ndre... I told you to help me."

Andre, whose lips are comat kamit counting money, only glanced at a glance, then refocused on the visitors. "Pass the money, thank you. Welcome back."

Feeling neglected, Saras' mouth becomes itchy to sneer. "Sih, busy ass. Real work must be done, so it must be helped."

"Ih males also met you, I don't need any help!"

"Ngapain anyway," Andre mendelik. Long time less asem also this boy.

Saras became upset, they rarely get along. Moreover, Andre often sided with his brother. If asked anything difficult to give a leak.

"Shift, I'm gonna stand here. Abah just said I told you to help. If you don't want to be helped already, I'll see you work."

"Perhaps you like to spend money,"

Andre clucked no less bitter. The queue of people can snare if he continues to serve Saraswati. "Next!" said Andre who tried hard to ignore Saras. Consider it a subtle nation, he thought.

At first glance Andre glanced at Saras who had a smile reading the message, then looked pouted. Bizarrely.

"Excuse me.." suddenly a tall man stood in front of the counter.

Andre who was busy serving the queue nudged Saras. "Eh, help me answer there. Let's be a little useful here."

Saras who is fluttering is getting badmood. "What the hell!"

The towering tall man slightly looked down at Saras. Attempting to ask attention lest he here only considered a sling to clean the sawang. "excuse me..."

Saras just realized, "Eh... Is there anything that can be helped?"

"My mother wants to meet Haji Bagong, can you please call me?"

Saras scanned the man before him, like a familiar. But trying as hard as he could, he didn't remember. Who yeah? Problems remembering the face of Saras people are not too clever, especially if not important people. Create a full brain memory if you have to remember.

"Hmm. mas just sit there. Let me call you." Saras pointed at the empty round sofa. The seat of the buyers waiting in line.

Saras entered the room of Haji Bagong who looks horror like his person. Not just anyone can enter this room. After several knocking on the door, Saras went in without waiting for the authorization from Haji Bagong.

"Is there a guest, tell him to come in here or Abah to come out?"

As if he knew who had come, Haji Bagong did not ask and instead asked Saras to come with him. "Follow Abah.we're just talking in the next room." Saras was still confused as to why he should come along as well. Eventually Saras could only walk behind Haji Bagong to see the man again.

Arriving at the front, Haji Bagong smiled kindly welcoming the man. The man also looks polite immediately greeted Haji Bagong.

"Please come in, it's so crowded. You two need a more private place to chat." Saras is still bego. Either because hang because of upset or because the battery lives 30%. Saras' brain needs in cas.

"What Abah?"

"You don't remember? This is Mahfud, Abah's friend's son."

"Monggo kid, just get inside and talk inside." Saras got carried away.

"Look Saras, you're dumb!"

Saras wanted to curse if he did not remember this Abahah. Just now Saras understood, yes Rabbi so this is the first candidate. He could have been framed like this. Not fair at all. About if in stay escape Saras will be in what will yes. In chopped or in scribbles from the family card list.

It's wet, than Haji Bagong wrathful, it's better to massage first. Next thought inside. Hopefully Saras' brain will be invited to work together.

Score 1:0

Today I was fooled, tomorrow do not expect. Wait for my revenge Abah.

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