The Love of Mas Paijo

Chapter 52: Retaliation Should Be Cruel!

For a few minutes Saras just sat down. Listen to the dialogue between Haji Bagong and a tall man named Mahfud. No Saras denied if the man who is breathing together in a room with him is heaven-faced. His handsome, calm, and smile were not exaggerated. Is it because of a Religion teacher, his face can be that clean. Without acne let alone stubborn stains. It could also be often ablution so the aura comes out.

Ah... Saras is also a normal woman, see the clear gini is also natural she had time to enjoy. But only that, for him enough Paijo. Saras has no intention of adding.

I don't know what they say, even though listening to Saras is not so careful. Busy guessing why it's a man's face so slim. And also, Saras was busy thinking about how to make this most beautiful creature of God, can be invited to work together. To thwart this matchmaking plan. If Saras had no right to refuse, he should at least refuse. Fix Saras wants the guy who rejected him.

"Well, your father and Abah have known you well since you were young."

"Then from that, without further ado. We both want our relationship to be able to move up the classroom into family."

"Do you understand Abah's intention?"

Mahfud only smiled sweetly, so politely that his teeth were not visible. As if it were aurat teeth to be guarded. Though everyone understands, if the aurat man is limited under the wedel, above the hanky.

Because there is no meaningful lawfulness, Abah takes over again. "Alright while ngeteh, Abah give you time to chat. Perhaps there is Abah you are hesitating." Abah's gaze was fixed on Mahfud and then moved to Saras.

"Saras, you accompany Mahfud first yes. Abah continued to work again," Saras according to him, however, if there is no brother he can be more powerful to behave.

"So your name is Yunita Saraswati?"

"IYA, have never changed the name at all since birth" answered Saras ketus. Saras could see the startled aura on Mahfud's face. It seems like this man is used to being subtle. All right let's change the mode kalem-kalem spoiled mas.

But wait, before attacking should Saras learn the battlefield first. TV side camera check! saras' eyes widened to sweep the room. Do not let unbeknownst to him there is a side of the tv that is directly connected to the eyes of Haji Bagong. He may be be beheaded if caught behaving unworthy.

After it is considered safe, safe from the side of the tv and bugging the room. Saras is in action.

Alright Mr. Teacher. Religious Teacher yes? Let's Play! Let's see, how thick is your faith, Master, what is it called? hehe...

Saras who had been sitting gracefully like a shy princess, now suddenly behaved like a larva, anime that likes to krogetan when the air is hot, and often scramble food with his kind of friends. Though in hindsight they can share food without any fuss.

Saras took off the denim jacket that had been stuck on his body. And put that jacket on the shoulder of the sofa. Sitting she fox, her legs pretentious she crossed. Denim jacket crashed, leaving a short-sleeved crop shirt that almost makes the curves of his body clearly drawn. Just by raising both hands, can be sure wedel Saras will be exposed. Wait, not yet until that scene.

Saras pretended to be hot, when it was clear the room was air-conditioned. With a cocky cock he wagged his hands, flaunting his sweaty neck. Though he realized not run away where might sweat.

"So, is Mahfud like my Abah?" Saras twitches seductive eyes. I swear, Saras actually wanted to vomit with his own attitude. Saras did this to make this heaven-faced Mahfud ill feel and run away sincerely.

Mahfud swallowed his hard-earned saliva, he suddenly went sultry. Maybe in his heart he has been a million times. His eyes were not comfortable in their place. "Emm.. I manut o-rang tu-a sa-ja," replied Mahfud who had begun to stutter.

"If your?"

Here's time. Saras raised his hand, this time pretending to fix his hair string. Since then, her hair has been fine. As soon as the shirt was lifted, Saras's perfect wedel, which was not bodong but also not as deep as the well was exposed just like that.

Mahfud closed his eyes, Saras saw that. Still with a made-up voice, Saras almost spoke while sighing. "Auchhh ahh. Too old, isn't it?!"

"Stupid? Haha..joke!" Saras laughed shutting his mouth.

Astaghfirullah, this girl already looks like a gayam layover. Make my eyes and brain sin.

"Yes if after marriage we fit in, if not? there are those who are there every day can be bickering."

"Amit-amit, I'm young and pretty, aren't I?"

"I do not want to be a widow" Saras observed the line of Mahfud's face.

I hope he understands that Saras is not interested in him. But why the face of heaven is still calm. According to Saras kalem, whereas originally As a teacher of Religion should he angry dong. Saras was obviously teasing him. Should she get naked, then she'll run away? Hah, happy in him, a loss in Saras.

Saras took the initiative to move sit, closer maybe yes. Just dropping his ass, Mahfud had already crossed his arms around his chest. It was as if Saras was going to rape her right then and there.

"Hi.. What do you want! You don't come near me!"

"Why really? we have to get to know ourselves. So, wouldn't it be better to get close like this?" Saras almost stuck his head on Mahfud's shoulder.

The man jumped in shock, and hurriedly stood up. "ENOUGH, you seem to have gone mad!"

"I'm looking for a wife, but you don't seem to be!"

"I don't want to get a cat in a sack,"

"Just look at you like this, I already know what kind of girl you are!"

"You quickly repent! Aurat everywhere, wear clothes already kayak naked!"

"Disease!"

Saras' turn was stunned, now he corrected the face of heaven earlier. Not at all appropriate. Well, this is exactly the outcome he wanted. But Saras did not like the way he commented. Saras though sometimes mandatory is still a hole but understand if someone wants to advise, it should be in a good way, right? Do not judge directly. He knows what about Saras. Weepy!

A cat in a sack? Saras believes he is already having a bad time thinking about Saras

"If I'm unclean, what kind of shit am I?"

"Najis Mukhaffafah or Mughalladah?"

Very annoyed Saras. Be change-over. Saras ruffled waist.

"Hi! you really!"

"That's it, my free here. I'll tell my parents. I refuse this matchmaking point!"

Saras was relieved not to play, not in vain he humbled himself. Saras almost commented a smile, but he hurriedly hid it. Saras. "Alright, I don't care either!"

Mahfud glanced at Saras with a puff, then came out without turning his head again. Saras hurriedly put on his jacket again. Do not let Haji Bagong see his uncivilized clothes. Can be hung on the clothesline if caught.

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After the departure of Mahfud, Saras was in court at that very moment. No waiting tomorrow or at home. Haji Bagong was at least that mercy.

"Tell me what you did until Mahfud ran away like that?"

"You threatened him, huh?"

Oh my God, who's threatening? I even teased Abah, though,

Saras wanted to answer so, but where is possible. He could have been stoned.

"Eh... What did Mahfud say? where could Saras threaten? just a pentule needle Saras didn't bring."

"DON'T KIDDING YOU!!!"

If it is this wrathful, Saras can only bow down.

"YOU REALLY MADE ABAH EMOTIONAL!!!"

Saras' eyes glazed over, "Saras has met him Abah, if he does not want to be with Saras, is Saras wrong again?" luckily Saras had seen soap operas. It can be plagiarized.

Fortunately, Mahfud probably did not say what the reason was. Good then.

"DELIVER! I'm sure it was you!"

"Just go home! Emotions Abah look at you!"

Yuhu, with pleasure Abah...

Saras heart is very happy, it is like a schoolgirl who is happy to be told to go home.

Saras put his skinny legs out of the horror room as quickly as possible.

But wait, Saras picky ring only times yes. It has not been long for his own brother. Saras look through the contents of the storefront. The gold ring is almost four grams, it looks simple but elegant. Saras wants that.

"Sir, I want this!"

"In make a note yes, later give Andre aja."

"Let's say it's tax, okay?"

Saras imagines Andre's face is careless, he must feel the loss, but this shop belongs to Abah Saras, indeed the tenan servant is a person.

The sister is obedient, after all, who asked the shop owner's child. Saras immediately put on the ring with a feeling of pride mixed with pleasure for sure.

Hah, this pleasure, dududu....

Saras muttered while glaring into the air the ring embedded in his finger.

Score draw!

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