The Love of Mas Paijo

Chapter 56: The Galau vs The Gabut

The afternoon changed, the night changed morning, morning to night again. Ga panic? Ga panic? Panic the cooking! Paijo started to panic. Because Paijo repeatedly contacted Saraswati, but nil always the answer from the operator machine is heard.

The number you are dialing is either inactive, or out of range.

Shitttt!!!

Paijo cursed in his heart. The last time they were okay, not fighting, let alone scrambling for money. Until that afternoon suddenly WhatsApp Saras status, last seen at 17:35 Wib. It's impossible if Saras crushes like he used to. Remembering also Paijo's birthday is still a long time, Paijo sure Saras is not want to work on it. Mana gigi Paijo cenat. No teeth not heart it hurts all.

Saras, why do you always worry me like this huh?

Paijo confused who wants to help. Saras' house phone number he doesn't have either.

Salma patted Paijo on the shoulder from behind. The kind-hearted stepmother like the fairy certainly caught the turmoil of the son continued.

"What's wrong?"

Paijo stroked his cheek where a sheet of salorpas had already stuck beautifully there.

"Just check with the doctor, only in tempelin koyo. Comfortable for a while just crunching again, free,"

Paijo refused to answer much, his teeth still hurt, "Hmm..."

If there is a song that says better toothache than heartache. Paijo disagreed, as it turned out that both were equally painful. If possible Paijo does not want a toothache let alone a heartache. Kangen has made himself suffer. Especially the heartache. Paijo wants to be happy. Could it be? Can Jo, as long as you go to the othor's house, bring coffee sugar. Ngaco!

*****

"Buddy, budhe!"

The middle-aged woman who initials Budhe Sri turned her head unwillingly. Episode Aladin again tense. The Jesika will meet with Andi or Randy, who turns out to be her lover first. "Don't, what the hell? seriously, this again,"

Saras pursed his lips, no Umik, not budhe all the mothers seemed to have been crazy about this soap opera. "Pinjem hp dong Bud, join no activities."

"Ga there, budhe is strictly forbidden to lend hp to you," replied budhe Sri without turning a head.

Saras breathed a rough breath. Horrible punishment, no friends talking, no phone, television is still in the same possession. Saras lived in prehistoric times. From earlier, only the sound of crickets and frogs was heard. Saras off first cry, tired. Now it's time to think of a way to get in touch with Paijo.

New in the trial one way directly rejected raw.

Budhe Sri is a widow who lives in a village. Her husband died when their marriage was three years old and they had not been given a baby. After the departure of her husband, Sri Budhe decided not to marry again - until now. Saras began to grope, "Bud, borrow aja.ga lama."

"Just look at Instagram. Or at least check email. I haven't been to work in two days without news."

Budhe Sri did not answer, maybe waiting for a new sponsor he wanted to talk. True Saras guess, the green noodle ad that claimed to be healthy was dumped by Sri budhe who now has been staring at Saras firmly.

"Listen budhe! Abah you leave you here for a while. So that you can escape from a man who is not good for you."

"Bagong was also warning, so that the budhe does not lend you. So you don't whine like a kind of kindergarten boy who is not given permission to buy arumanis!"

"Huh, know where that guy's not good for Saras?"

"Budhe is lying to Abah!"

"Asal Budhe knew, Paijo mas was well above average. If the value is already a value of nine. Haaa... Abah who missed consumed slander. I still don't like it because he's not a PNS. What is also expected with the position of civil servant, mas Paijo even though the money is more. A lot of it."

A plaaakkk!

Saras' thighs got a pretty hot pat from Budhe Sri. Saras. "You have not lost your eyes either, just like your Abah."

"Sorry, I'm a rational double eye. The order of love was new money. I love Paijo mas, the bonus is he's a lot of money. Hla Abah is very irrational, ngebet want the ghost of PNS, I do not fit always in forced even though having a position does not necessarily have money."

"Here is almost the same fiancee PNS whose meditatnya ngelus chest. Fortunately it failed. It could be every day eat heart, continue to die young if he married her."

"No mouth!"

"Eh. emang kog. Come on Budhe have mercy on your nephew. It's been dumped under this mountain. Also in isolation. Saras has no desire to be a priest. So do not rule Saras by not touching the technology."

"Saras also need exis in cyberspace, pinjem yes budhe..."

Budhe Sri still insists, "GA ADA! I CAN'T!" Saras gnash himself, it feels like rebonding that Budhe Sri's hair is kritik expands its horny horn.

"Look up, go in the room. It's already starting the soap opera. Just watch it be noisy!"

Saras Manyun already looks like a chicken that wants eek. He briefly stomped his feet before leaving Budhe Sri to enter the room. Arriving in Saras's room was very irritated. Innocent bed sheets become impingements. In obrak-abrik it's not clear. Pillows, bolsters scattered on the floor.

"Aggggggggghhhhhhh....!!!"

"Damn it!!!"

"Rapaine again?"

"Take a broom" answered Saras Ketus.

"So, it was on the broom this afternoon hlo..."

"Who wants to suck!"

"Hla's teros?"

"Make a brazen lizard, I'm sad. They even make love."

Budhe Sri gawking now. Oh, my God, is that any indication of stress. Poor thing.

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After a drama of toothaches that healed after taking the medicine he bought from the pharmacy. Paijo went to Om Irwan. His feelings were not calm again. Three days Saras had no news. Paijo felt increasingly awkward. After finishing packing he said goodbye to Om Irwan. The man who is like a masked hero to Paijo still supports whatever Paijo's decision. Even he is still kind enough to give a channel, if Paijo wants to set up a wood factory in his area. "News from Jo."

"Om, ready to give you the information you need."

"Om sure, thank you so much for helping."

They hugged before finally separating. Paijo returns to Cak Sam's house. The plan is only tomorrow he will go home with his father and mother. Cak Sam himself is healthy and back to selling.

Arriving at Cak Sam's meatball stall. Paijo accompanied the old man at the checkout.

As usual, this meatball stall is getting crowded at lunch or home from work. On the sidelines serve payments they chat.

"That's sure you won't miss this place,"

"Well, who said? I must be missing, especially going to miss Mbah."

"Godly, you are more in the kangenin now. Otherwise, it might be quick to clean up to go home."

Paijo exhaled a rough breath now. "Hmm, Jo can't lie that, that,"

"Doain Mbah, hopefully Jo can get the blessing of his brother Saras. He's so stubborn."

"Haha.... Pepet teros Jo's! Don't you saggy."

"Make sure Mbah, though he doesn't know how."

"There must be a way Jo. Don'tdon't worry... " Sam's sister patted Paijo on the back.

"Yes, I hope."

"Satur suwun Mbah..." Paijo hugged Cak Sam tightly. Sam's brother was not overwhelmed. He loved Paijo, his handsome but charismatic grandson.

"Heh, loose! that's someone waiting in line to pay."

"Hehe... Yes please!"

"Two-serving meatballs, two orange ice, five crackers," Paijo repeated.

"Then, forty-one thousand."

"The money is fifty yes, so it goes back nine thousand. Thank you." Thank you."

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