The Love of Mas Paijo

Chapter 63: I Should Be the One Crying

After finding the address of the gift from Hajah Maesaroh, in fact Paijo has not been able to breathe a sigh of relief. The house was deserted, tightly locked. Only a few pairs of sandals were laid out on shelves near the door, which made the house look like it was still in a row.

Paijo punched into the air, feeling not bejo despite realizing his name Paijo. Fortunately, he was still thinking about dialing the foreign number. On the fourth call, the voice of a new woman was heard answering.

"Hallo! are you Paijo? the man who's day and night in my nephew's mind?"

Paijo commented a relieved smile, steadily he nodded his head assenting. Though a thousand times nodded even Budhe Sri would not know if he did not speak.

"Heh, you heard no!!??"

"Eh. yah-iya, I'm Paijo-" not finished Paijo's talk has been cut.

"Then I come here quickly, Saras I take it to the health center. He fainted earlier, you hear?"

"Listen Mom, this is me also standing in front of your house but quiet, then send the address of the puskesmas, now I am there!"

Now it is Budhe Sri's turn to be stuck there, not answering the phone has been broken. With pursed lips Budhe Sri typed the address of the puskesmas. It is not Paijo's fault, the order was told quickly. Maybe Paijo immediately say cling kayak om jin or immediately fly up the cloud Kinton his Go kong, for example.

Although not a large hospital, the puskesmas looks quite crowded visitors. The green building is indeed the only health facility in this remote village. It was not difficult for Paijo to find Saraswati's nursery. Now Paijo's view rests on a woman with a thick white body, although not young anymore this woman still looks beautiful. Most likely she was the same woman as the voice owner who had spoken to her on mobile.

The woman was also seen scanning Paijo's appearance. And unfortunately Paijo is in the model of a street beggar. Chaotic random aoul. Stared in full judgment like that does not make Paijo mind then run away to the salon.

"Sorry Ma'am, is it true that you are Madam Sri? Budhe Saras?"

"Hmmm..." Budhe Sri just muttered. Still not out of thought, seen from the right side of the muter to the right again, a man named Paijo no handsome-sampannya. Why can his nephew be crazy about this model guy.

Paijo glazed, "Now how is Saras? I want to meet him, where is he?"

Budhe Sri lazily answered the truth, earlier he had hoped that even though his name was Paijo maybe Saras' girlfriend had good looks at the same level as his brother Iz's brother Mail bin Mail. He's no better looking than Shaggy Scooby-Doo.

"Just go inside! Before I changed my mind, I wasn't a friendly woman!"

Paijo was not surprised, one clump with Haji Bagong. Do not just explain Paijo can read the gaze of his eyes that from earlier tore apart Paijo's self-esteem. Paijo just come in.

Paijo held the door handle with a trembling feeling. Slowly he turned it. Haru and happy, finally soon both eyes will see Saraswati realpict. Must be played this melow song to feel how Paijo Paijan feels, which is a hobby of snacks. Paijo's eyes glazed over, seeing Saras lying down. One of his hands was attached to an infusion hose, and the other was raised to form an elbow covering his eyes. Maybe he's not comfortable sleeping here.

Paijo dragged his heavy legs, feeling like an iron chain attached that made his steps limp. They haven't even been a month apart. But Paijo feels like he's spent half a century. Paijo felt sad, away from Saras. Vice versa.

Tere Liye Hum Hain Jiyeh Honthon Ko Siye

For your sake, I will live with my mouth closed

Tere Liye Hum Hain Jiye Har Aansoo Piye

For your sake, I live by holding back all my tears

 Dil Mein Magar, Jalte Rahe, Chaahat Ke Diye

But in my heart, the light of love keeps on burning

Tere Liye, Tere Liye

For your sake, for yours

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Kya Kahoon, Duniyaa Ne Kiya, Mujh Se Kaisa Bair (2x)

How can I describe the cruelty of this world

Hukam Tha, Main Jiyun Lekin Tere Baghair

I was forced to live but without you

Naadaan Hai Woh, Kahte Hain Jo Mere Liyeh Tum Ho Ghair

Stupidly they said you were a stranger to me

Kitne Black, Humpe Sanam, Logon Ne Kiye

How great are our sins, my love

Dil Mein Magar, Jalte Rahe, Chaahat Ke Diye

But in my heart, the light of love keeps on burning

Tere Liye, Tere Liye...

For your sake, for yours

Backsound melow accompanied Paijo step finished in turn. Now Paijo's body is just over the edge of the bed where the girl is lying. Paijo was crying. I don't know he loved Saras so much that the shamed veins of crying seemed to have broken up long ago.

"Huhuhuhu.. hoaaaaaaaa...." Run Saras, Paijo's cries might wake up the bodies in the morgue.

Saras slowly opened his eyes because of the cry, the arm that had covered his closed eyes had already been gradually revealed. Finding Paijo who was already sitting beside him with a cry, Saras was somewhat stunned.

"Huhuhuhu... hoaaaa...hoaaa..."

Shouldn't Saras be crying like that. It was Paijo who cried first. Yes, Saras mending play a strong role.

"Mas, Mas Paijo! I'm alive, don't cry like that." - Saras reprimanded with a flat face.

Paijo wiped his tears with great difficulty. He also did not know that he could be this kind of crybaby. "Huhuhuhu... are you not touched, Saraswati? I'm almost crazy being away from you,"

"Hug me Mas! I missed you to a gini!"

Paijo held Saras in his arms. The two human children hugged each other while crying. Pretty long.

Budhe Sri who saw from the door that was slightly open, helped wipe away the tears. He could secretly feel how much love the two of them had. Instead of peeking at them hugging, Budhe Sri chose to close the door slowly and went to find food, hungry as well after carrying Saras who fainted. Even if they help the neighbors too. He himself is strong, how can he.

Finished with crying. The two of them chatted off homesickness.

Saras sat cross-legged on the bed and asked Paijo to sit in front of him. "Mas, sit here!" he said while patting an empty spot in front of him.

Paijo took no confidence. "No, I'm here, I stink..."

Saras smiled amusedly, "so I have asked for a hug, cook yes because of the musty smell you find Mas, hehe..."

"I haven't had a bath since yesterday afternoon hlo..."

"I think we both smell like Mas's body" Saras grinned after saying that. Although in his heart he was also concerned to see Paijo with a chaotic appearance. Saras was silent, unwilling to voice his heart. Afraid of Paijo more minded continue to return home mutung.

Paijo's clothes are still a little ames, it's natural if it smells a bit musty. "Well, didn't you wear a raincoat right here? so deep into the role of yah?" seduce Saras again.

"Huh, just so long as you know the honorable Yunita Saraswati bint Haji Bagong, I had to be willing to stand under the rain, begging in front of your house, so that Hajah Maesaroh will tell you where you are."

"Oh yeah? you go to my house first?"

"Yes, because someone immediately fainted after saying ask to be picked up, you know!" Saras chuckles. Fate seems to have the right to determine its own course. Who would have thought Saras' pain brought blessings.

"Saras, I want to know, why did you get hidden like this? does Haji Bagong disagree with our relationship?"

"Saras, I don't want to be away from you anymore,"

"I can't!'

Saras did not have time to tell a story, he again remembered the presence of Bambang the other day. "About two weeks ago, Mas Bambang came to the house. I don't know, I'm also still confused, maybe he suddenly came and accused me of being pregnant. Abah was furious. I was confused at the time. Accused of being pregnant with you, even though our kiss has never been," Saras last sentence somehow disturbed Paijo's soul. Paijo silently waited for Saras to continue speaking.

"more sadistically I'm accused of aborting what's crazy!"

"That son of a bitch Bambang medit, because he Abah is more fierce with you Mas,"

"But wait Mas, why did Bambang say that your mother said she came to her house and said I was pregnant your mother? Do you know anything?"

Paijo clenched his mouth, one thing that indeed he had not told Saras. Who would have thought Salma improvisation had a serious impact in the future like this.

Can anyone help Paijo answer?

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