The Love of Mas Paijo

Chapter 55: The Rain of Tears

"Umik, Saras take a bath first, sultry,"

Saras felt he had to quickly get into the room. Safest concealment. But again the steps stopped.

"Wait on! Abah ain't done with you yet,"

Saras sat down again beside his mother. Hajah Maesaroh could only repeatedly gulp his saliva with great difficulty.

"Tell me honestly, have you ever done that? PREGNANT, ARE YOU REALLY PREGNANT?!" Haji Bagong's voice shook, anger and disappointment enveloped him.

"ANSWER!!! WHY ARE YOU SILENT!!!!

Saras sniffed his surprised crotch. Gritted as soon as the corpse in the grave could-can come wake up. Saras' tongue is muffled. "That's it,"

PRANK!!!!

The flower vase on the table was targeted by Haji Bagong, breaking into pieces on the floor. Saras had shed tears without asking.

Haji Bagong was truly wrathful this time. "Say I told you that man is not worthy of you!"

"Say, anything you've ever done!"

"Have you committed adultery!!!???" Haji Bagong gripped Saras' jaw. Saras sobbed roaring.

"Ji-ka Saras bi-lang, that-- all is not true, what-is it going to believe? hicks..hiks..."

"Astaghfirullah Abah! Let Abah go, pity,..."

Hajah Maesaroh no less roared, the two women mother child was both crying.

Instead of releasing the grip of Haji Bagong's hand getting louder.

"....huaaaaa...."

"Yahhhhh.... Saras ti-dak never me-kan it, I swear. huaaaaa...."

Haji Bagong jerked the grip on Saras' jaw violently. Saras' head until the bell, fortunately not to the extent of continuing to roll. Just this time Haji Bagong was very rude. Usually even though angry, Abah Saras never play hands. Hajah Maesaroh held Saras again in his arms.

"That's disappointed in you!"

"Change! Umik believes our son! Saras can't be pregnant!"

"Think of using a cold head!" Out of nowhere, Hajah Maesaroh donates a voice.

"How do we know if he's lying! right, it could be that he's aborting the contents. We're too stupid, don't know what they're doing out there!" Haji Bagong massages his temple. He feels dizzy too. The matchmaking plan with Mahfud failed. There is still one more candidate, but if Saras is no longer holy, surely he will bear the shame in the end.

"Well!"

"Change raise 'you're not to embarrass the family! but again my daughter, THROWS SHIT ON MY FACE."

"What's my fault?"

"When he was a toddler, I carried him every night, I diligently read sholawat until he fell asleep, but when he was an adult, he himself could not keep the honor...hug..."

Saras heart was broken this time, she was hit because she was accused of being pregnant plus this made Haji Bagong also blame himself. His brother even nodded in tears, even though he covered his face with both hands. Saras knew that his brother was crying.

With the remnants of energy, even though the legs feel helpless. Saras approached Haji Bagong who was sitting with a chaotic face. "Bah, forgive Saras, sum-pah for anything... Saras was not pregnant--Saras was also ti-dak per-nah committed that sin, Abah swore...."

Saras is confused how to convince Haji Bagong if he is still a girl. Does he have to dance first ala TokTok, "I still ting-ting, guaranteed still high-ting, absolutely no experience," Huaaaa.

"What--- must Saras do, so that Abah believes that Saras is not lying? hicks..hiks..."

Netra son and father met, Saras very much hope if this misunderstanding can be completed soon. However, Haji Bagong let go of Saras' hand and got up from his seat. Making Saras more desperate.

"Stop your relationship with Paijo. If you're not lying!"

"And one more, tomorrow you also have to move to live with budhe Siti. Abah doesn't want you to see Paijo again..."

"If you obey Abah's will, then Abah can trust you!"

Saras' shoulders are getting worse, the eyes have started to blur the cusp of the amount of water coming out of it. Breaking up with Paijo was very difficult for him, not to mention thinking about Paijo's feelings that must have been hurt. Saras is not. But how else? This is the condition his brother asked for. With full force Saras nodded. Approve Haji Bagong request.

"Well, Saras will look after Abah, whatever it is..."

"Well, that's true."

"Now, bring here your phone! Abah doesn't want you to communicate with that man anymore!"

"Never think of contacting him. If you still feel sorry for Abah!"

Saras is already like a robot with a half-living batrai, his eyes are empty. He slowly gave his cellphone to Haji Bagong. The new HP given by Paijo has now changed hands.

Haji Bagong was satisfied, with this Saras was dead step. The man who had been on the Hajj many times left Saras who was still sitting on the floor. Then it disappeared behind the golden curtain.

There was nothing Hajah Maesaroh could do, other than hold Saras in his arms. "Sabar Nok, be patient." said Hajah Maesaroh while peeping the tip of Saraswati's head.

That afternoon, the rain of tears did not stop until it continued at night. Saras sat beside the bathub. She's been crying ever since. Not even a bath even though the bathtub was fully filled, until the water flowed wet Saras clothes. It's screwed! Saras feels very messed up. Want to go back and forth like anything. This time he could do nothing.

I'm sorry Paijo, sorry. hiks...

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The next morning, Saras was escorted to enter the white Pajero sports car owned by Haji Bagong. Saras felt himself to be like a prisoner. Now its independence has really been taken away.

Haji Bagong himself delivered, accompanied by Andre the nephew who was faithful with all his orders. Hajah Maesaroh was strictly forbidden to come. Be he just drove Saras to the front of the house. Still with tears constantly dripping.

Traveling quite far, Saras kept silent. He prefers to look at the forests that are now increasingly bald so that they look arid, rather than staring at two men who are related to blood but never as thoughtless as he is.

"Saras's job what if he's with Sri Budhe?"

Haji Bagong actually did not like Andre to ask that question. But if not answered pity, the young soul must be the soul to his piety is also high. "No matter the job, Saras doesn't need a job just to live!"

Andre immediately closed his mouth. True too, Saras would not be poor if he just did not work. Now he knows it's better to be quiet and don't ask questions. Rather than get a horrible answer. Better to refocus on driving. The car continues to move without any more sebit conversation.

Three hours later, finally their car has arrived in the courtyard of a house in the style of Dutch colonial buildings. White wall paint, surrounded by shady trees. Saras has been here, yesterday-yesterday if he comes here he is always happy. Understand in the holidays. But this time instead, Saras is being exiled. So how could he be happy.

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