The Love of Mas Paijo

Chapter 58: Approach 2

As the name of the village, Pening hamlet. Saras' days were dizzy. How not dizzy early in the morning the curly-haired Budhenya took him to the garden. Yes, if the garden is behind the house, Saras just relax. This garden owned by budhe must walk around one hill first until. Climbing the mountain past the valley, the river flows beautifully into the ocean. I wanted Saras to hum like that but he didn't. He's not happy.

Saras take a walk all day in the mall. Just buy some ice cream, too. But this is so outrageous he was forced to go hiking when the Scouts first. "Bud, my leg feels like it's gonna break."

"This budhe took Saras to the garden or died anyway!?" Gasping Saras walked up the hill.

"Your mouth Saraswati!" I don't know how many times they stopped to take a breath.

"Budhe saw last night you were a freak. So you have a lot of activity."

"Most daydreaming, whining, crying, you can be Tamara for a long time."

"Who's Tamara?"

"Crazy people who like to wear mini skirts while carrying high heels"

"Maybe in her mind she's a model" "When Budhe's gonna introduce you, then,"

"Well ogah!" Saras sneered in annoyance.

After nearly an hour of walking, the two of them arrived at the garden at the destination. Saras widened his eyes when he saw how beautiful the scenery there was. The tobacco field is wide. Fresh green leaves indicate that the plant is getting enough nutrition.

"Wow! how big is the tobacco farm that Budhe owns?"

"Nearly two acres, inherited from Budhe's late husband."

"Wow..." Saras again did not expect. Saras kira Budhe Sri garden only in the cultivation of cassava leaves or the like. It turns out the tobacco farm. In one harvest only if to buy three new motors cash instead of credit is easy.

"Why? amazed?"

Saras. The majority of Abah Saras's family is indeed no kisser. Starting Haji Bagong itself which has a gold shop, Pak lek Agung who has the largest clothing store in Kendal, Bulek Rosa which has a branching gymnastics studio in Kendal and surrounding areas. And this is Budhe Sri who has a tobacco field of acres. There is no pedigree of civil servants, but they can all be certainly rich. Although still a district-level rich standard. Not a sultan like Raffi Ahmad or Crazy Rich others. Then why his brother insisted on having a daughter-in-law PNS, a mystery.

"Budhe himself managed this?"

"Who else is it?" budhe Sri jumawa.

"Budhe retains all of this, as only these are the remains of memories Budhe had after the death of Budhe's late husband. Budhe's comfortable here. Relax, live sak tatahe."

"Thankfully, you can give a side job to a neighbor. Especially during the tobacco harvest season, mbako ngrajang becomes entertainment for budhe. Rame, everyone's having fun"

"Budhe neighbors can join the work, increase their income."

"Budhe felt like he had a good life,"

Saras listened to the outpouring of hearts of Budhe Sri. There is a feeling of wonder where when a woman looks independent and okay. Despite being widowed for decades. "When you were young, why didn't Budhe get married again?"

"Haaaahhh.: a thousand times classic question asked by people."

"Too soap opera if Budhe says, because Budhe loves Budhe's husband so much?"

"Oh.so sweat." They both smile. While walking casually down the path that divides the fields.

"According to Saras, it's legitimate. That's Budhe's choice, as long as Budhe's happy why not."

"Do you really think that?"

"Do you think Budhe's not too conservative? Said the other brothers and Abah you, they said Budhe's a dirty woman."

Saras laughed a little, although only stayed a few days with Budhe Sri, Saras found the other side of this woman. A woman loyal to her soulmate who hopes to meet again in heaven.

"Ah.. The colossus is Abah. If Budhe still has the fairy of humanity." In gombalin so Budhe Sri mesem.

Suddenly Saras had a bad idea. Human behavior, usually will be over good if it has been praised. Especially since Saras had wanted to become a container of the outpouring of Budhe Sri's heart.

"Bud, photoin Saras dong!"

"It looks like cool photos in the middle of a gini tobacco field,"

And sure enough, Nudhe Sri reached into the bag of dress she was wearing and took her phone out of there. "Where do you want a photo?"

Saras pointed at the path with the background of the hill behind it. While the left right is a stretch of tobacco plants. Saras walked to the middle and then spread his arms wide. His body gesture seemed to mean if he could breathe freely, and freely. Saras wants his freedom back. Not hidden in a remote village like this.

Several photos have been taken, Saras's turn to offer to take the picture. "Replace Budhe poses, here's his phone!"

Saras needs to know for sure if they'll be here long. "Bud, we'll be home soon what's a little later?"

"Hahaha. Beautiful pose, quite later the photo can make lizard-nakutin lizard! no need to put on another broom" Saras chuckled.

Budhe Sri sneered but did not reply to his nephew's insults. After Budhe Sri was lulled into pretty poses, Saras just acted.

He ran as fast as he could with Budhe Sri's phone while shouting, "BUD, SARAS BORROW HP FIRST!!!"

"HAISHHHHHHHH... BRATTY BOY!!! JUST WATCH OUT FOR YOU!!!" Budhe Sri did not lose to reply to Saras's screams.

"WAIT FOR SARAS THERE!! JUST A SECOND!"

Pursuing with all his might, will not be able to catch up, Saras ran away like he was chasing demons. Then the girl disappeared behind the bushes.

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"Sorry sir, from the information I have obtained for several days the accounting staff named Yunita Saraswati did not enter without explanation. We can't reach him either,"

Paijo's jaw is hardened, it's clear now. Saras was not at home, nor did he enter work without a description. Paijo believes this must have been the work of Haji Bagong. Saras where are you?

After Saras' office, Paijo drove his motorcycle to Haji Bagong's gold shop. He needs to talk. He wants to know where Saras is now.

As Paijo parked the motorbike, Haji Bagong got out of the dashing car he was proud of. Paijo did not think twice about approaching immediately.

"Pakthe Hajj..."

"You want to come here!"

"Pakdhe I need to talk. I ask for a moment" Paijo said, but Haji Bagong did not want to bother. His long footsteps entered the store.

"I'm busy!"

"Pakdhe Haji, please don't do this. Where's Saras?"

"I know Pakdhe Haji is hiding Saras from me."

Paijo holds Haji Bagong's arm. Haji Bagong's steps stopped for a moment. "Do I need to call a security guard to drive you out, huh!?" Jaw Haji Bagong hardened, he hated Paijo.

"Pakdhe," Paijo knelt under Haji Bagong's feet. The sight makes all the eyes of the visitor center on them.

"Please don't separate us,"

"Wake up! what the fuck are you!"

"I won't leave until Pakdhe tells me where Saras is,"

"Huh, don't expect! It is up to you when you kneel. I DON'T CARE!!!"

Haji Bagong entered his workroom, leaving Paijo who was still kneeling with a clear face.

The visitors steal a glance at Paijo. Some even whisper. "Has that man gone mad?"

"What's he doing?"

"Why him?"

"That's weird!"

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