The Love of Mas Paijo

Chapter 61: Dying

The roar of the saw diesel engine began to sound noisy. Although the wound on his elbow was not dry, Paijo still carried out his work. Today he trained five men who would be employed as woodcutters.

The five of them are the original residents of Wonorejo village who immediately offered to work with Paijo.

Paijo really pioneered from the beginning. The construction of the factory is still limited to warehouses as timber storage later. For the place of Band Saw or wood cutting table itself is still an open pendopo. The important thing is not to overheat when it is hot or rainy when it rains.

This work environment is not office work that requires employees to be neatly dressed and fragrant. They will later struggle with wood powder chips. So, wearing clothes in the form of shorts and party shirts is okay. Monggo. This is not a workplace of spoiled people, but a place for strong people who are able to lift heavy loads of wood beams, thankfully-thankful of the burden of life.

Paijo shuts off the machine when finished cutting one block of wood into several sticks of wood. The plan before getting orders from larger factories, Paijo wants to try to produce one of the building materials in the form of wooden batten, stretcher, or blandar.

"Hows it? is there an image?"

"I guess your job will be like that. While I was only able to buy two machines, so four of you will serve as operators. One machine is two people, while one more person will be his job as a helper." The five people were still listening.

"For the machine operator it is clear yes, as I was demonstrating. The size of the wood must be meticulous, not to be mis-measured. Adjust to the request." continued Paijo.

"For the helper, the task will help the operator. For example, removing the accumulated wood powder or the remains of pieces of wood,"

"Here you get it?"

Five men older than Paijo nodded steadily without a sound. Making Paijo circulate his gaze.

"Okay, I can answer you, gentlemen. Don't just nod around thinking what kind of puppet show?"

Their laughter broke. "Haha... Mas Paijo is. Understand, we understand." replied Mr. Munawar the oldest among them representing. Paijo replied with a faint smile.

"Where are Mas Yanto, Mas Hasan, Mr. Jupri and you who, sorry I forgot." Paijo pointed at the man who looked the most reserved. If the others had dared to laugh out loud earlier, he only blushed in embarrassment. Paijo was suspicious. Is he a little bit of a woo.

"Sa-ya Yadi Mas." replied the shy man. Then lower the view.

"Oh. Yes Mas Yadi. Understood?"

"Eyeah Mas," again the Yadi replied then lowered his head. Though Paijo see below also no money fell. Paijo furrowed his eyebrows, Mr. Munawar who managed to read the look on Paijo's face also volunteered to explain.

"He's his son is Mas Paijo, shy. But good kog, never neko-neko when still a child until it was this big, also never helped my mango," the statement immediately made others chuckle amused.

"Oh... Mas Yadi the same neighbor Mr Munawar?"

"Yes Mas, he's just a baby brother, I'm in his house."

Nice, Inner Paijo. At least Paijo's assessment of them is still good. Paijo needs an honest and loyal person to start his business. From the beginning to recruit Mr. Munawar, Paijo felt suitable and he thought the man in his forties could be trusted. Paijo first met Mr. Munawar at the mosque during the dhuhur prayer service. The two chatted coolly, until Paijo said he needed energy to work in his studies. And at that time Mr. Munawar immediately offered himself.

"How old is Mas Yadi?"

"How much Yad?" Mr. Munawar nudged Yadi's arm because the young man from earlier was still faithfully lowered. Staring at the flip-flops that became dirty exposed to wood dust.

"Twenty-four years old Mas, less than a month but-." Yadi looked down again. Paijo to mound, a rare species. Batin Paijo's.

"Oh.. means next month you're birthday yeah, you're younger than me turns out." either Yadi's extravagant face or Paijo's who doesn't know himself if it's been twenty-seven years. "I'll just call you names if that's the case..."

Now Yadi did not even make a sound just nodded with his head down. Making Paijo gaunty. Paijo's feelings are not fierce, from earlier talk also Paijo still trying as polite as possible. The first day Paijo wants to build an image of a good-natured leader and not arrogant. Then why hasn't Yadi been so scared. Paijo is still a human being and not a wolf.

Paijo sighed, "Alright, since you seem to be the shyest of the others, you're the Yad who's the helper."

"If you hold the machine, fear that you are embarrassed so continue, maybe your hands are cut off not the wood." The others again chuckled and again Yadi just nodded resignedly. Paijo tried hard to laugh.

"Oh my God, the response is still the same."

Yadi's voice is expensive, Paijo please accept the model, so later the most diligent you tell. It can be ordered to buy ice or food or whatever. It's up to you, Jo, here you are the boss.

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"You have breakfast first yes nduk, have kog more hot gini, Budhe so confused about how to do,"

Saras leaped over the blanket, his body hot from the outside, but from the inside he felt cold. His head also felt as heavy as his longing. If you don't believe it, you'll weigh yourself. What is clear is that Saras is currently in a drop position and needs help. "Bud, Saras wants to call Mas Paijo, he must be worried about Saras, Bud." Saras said with his eyes closed. Her lips look pale. Especially since the morning he had not eaten at all.

Saras is not drama, she is really sick. Saras hopes that Budhe Sri will feel sorry for him, will continue to lend him his phone. Saras promised this time he would make sure, Budhe Sri's phone has a quota. "You can't corner Budhe like this. Don't take advantage of your helpless situation."

"Part of why it didn't hurt yesterday, when Abah you came here. So there's a reason you're going home,"

If only not limp and the mouth does not taste bitter, maybe Saras happy to answer Budhe Sri's nagging.

If you can choose Saras ga want to be sick, sick ga tasty, can not be tasty mkaan fried chicken, chicken kremes, chicken geprek, chicken penyet, let alone chicken porridge, the chicken suwir-suwir dikit. Any good food is not good if it hurts. Saras murmured in his heart.

"Eh, this kid is quiet. Saras! Saras! You still alive?"

"Western Budhe.." answered Saras with a facial mimic getting pale. Like it's gonna die soon.

"Huh, my God, wait! Budhe told Abah you first," Budhe Sri put the porridge on a small table near Saras' bed, then walked out, grab a cell phone maybe.

A few minutes later Budhe Sri appeared again. "That you hurt his waist, he said yesterday out of here fell, he said he can't come here."

"Now Budhe is confused, how to take you to his hospital. Away from here. There are also puskesmas, said Abah you can not be taken to the puskesmas, ga level. Hla Abah's brain you seem to be a bit short."

"Dying children still think that way..." Budhe Sri is unclear.

Saras with his eyes closed spoke already like a delirious person. "Mas Paijo, Mas, Saras is sick. please Mas,"

Whichever woman's heart was not filled, Budhe Sri's defense collapsed. Besides pity, he was also confused as to how. There was no one who could be asked to take him to the city hospital.

"Huh, okay. Instead of why, Budhe loves cell phones. You call there your Mas Paijo! If he's really here, it means he's in love with you!"

Saras was sick but his ears were still healthy to hear. I want him to cheer up. But he's not kidding. Slowly he opened his eyes, and received a mobile phone call owned by Budhe Sri.

"Budhe's password?"

"Luwak white coffee" Saras pening, Budhe joked. About like that the meaning of the glance of Saras's eyes. Yesterday when it was not coded, maybe Budhe was afraid of being helped again.

Budhe Sri sneered and entered a password pattern that made the phone ready to use instantly. Saras entered a row of numbers that he had been compiling since yesterday. With a thumping feeling Saras dealed the number.

Connect! The heavy sound over there made Saras' heart weak. Shock.

"Haaa--- hello-Mas, this is Saras, pick up Saras Mas--"

After successfully saying that, Saras fell unconscious. Budhe Sri was hysterical. While the voice of the man across there, whether true Paijo or not.

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Hlah... it has been to Paijo yet huh?

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