The Love of Mas Paijo

Chapter 65: Kage Bunshin no Jutsu

On the third day, Saras was allowed to go home. Paijo is taking care of the administration, while Saras is still packing in Budhe Sri's aid. The infusion hose was removed half an hour ago.

"Is everything sorted out? has anyone been left?"

"Udah, like here too I just brought a change of clothes doang, nothing valuable, hp and wallet also do not have,"

Budhe Sri chuckled, right too. Saras already look like the duafa, hp even all credit cards in Haji Bagong confiscation. To eat he went with Budhe Sri. While there snack also never, do not have money want to wear what. "Hah, being treated here is also still profitable some pay. Salut also Budhe same Paijo. The responsibility is there!"

"Hlah anyway, just realized... Mas Paijo is understanding and very good. Only those who closed their eyes could not see his kindness" again Budhe Sri sneered. His nephew did not hesitate to praise his lover.

Saras's outpatient room door opened, Paijo's figure appearing with a piece of paper and a plastic bag filled with medicine.

"Vitamins, they have to be spent, the doctor said."

Saras received the package and put it in his clothes tote bag. "Come home now!"

"Did no one miss?" Paijo. Maybe something is left behind.

Saras grinned before answering. "Ga there's something left behind, all I've brought including my love and affection for you, hahaha..."

If there is no Budhe Sri there, maybe Paijo has embraced Saras his swing. Because pekewuh as a result he can only smile like a monkey who just got a banana.

"Ask Jo, what does he want? usually, if it's so sweet that it's wanted, Budhe was once praised as beautiful as him, but the end in kibuli, 'iya Budhe nice pose, Budhe is already a model'"

"Know she canong hp Budhe!" Budhe Sri brought up the incident while in the tobacco field.

Saras chuckled, his demeanor unfruitful. "Haha. Khilaf it's Budhe, besides Saras also not lucky. Intention to call you Mas, even no apal number, failed deh."

"Oh yeah, if you're already memorized?"

"Udah, I've recorded it in the Hippocampus section of my brain Mas, I kept it there and I've circled, so I may not forget it again."

Budhe Sri applauded highly appreciating the cleverness Saras boasted. "Have finished? let's go home!"

"Oh yes, Abah you had a call. He said that in the morning Andre's here to pick you up."

Paijo and Saras stopped walking. Both were stunned, equally worried. Returning to Haji Bagong Palace is the same as entering the prison. Saras himself felt tight in there. Even breathing is scared.

Saras stared fixedly at Paijo, ignoring Budhe Sri who was standing petrified. "Don't worry, we'll find a way out,"

****

"Oh. My daughter-in-law is great. Yesterday I came home from foreign service. Look Ji, I got a Rolex watch, a Swiss watch."

bright one member of Perkumpulan Haji Kaya (PHK) Kendal regency. Haji Bagong is included in it.

"Wow, that's amazing Ji. Your daughter-in-law heard the council members?"

"Yes that's it... My daughter is smart to find a husband, if your child how are you, so marry Gus who was yesterday?"

"God willing, insyallah Ji-though initially Ainun was a little difficult to persuade, but now he was obedient. Already I have a good lodging, his dignity must rise if he becomes married to the son of Mr. Yai, the owner of the boarding house,"

Haji Bagong could only listen to their chat. Once a month their members get together. Just coffee, teach the fiqh book or exchange information about the business, as well as the registration plan for Umrah in the following year.

They have even been on Hajj many times, but new regulations make them now have to be satisfied with performing Umrah worship only. The association that should be filled with science studies is often shifted into a show. They are proud of the wealth or honor they have.

"If you are what Haji Bagong is?"

"I heard, yesterday Haji Basri offered to make the same request?"

"Who's the name of the child? The prosecutor's officer, huh?"

"Gunawan," replied Haji Bagong briefly.

His arrogance cannot be fought here, given the history of his first child, Saras' older sister was desperate to marry a man from an ordinary family. It makes Haji Bagong like an incure, and has the ambition to find a great husband for Saras. At least that deserves to be proud in front of his friends other PHK members.

"Where's the continuation?"

"Still think," replied Haji Bagong in the shortest time.

Muslim Hajj who from earlier dominated their chatter back lucky, "Well, must be selective looking for a ghost, our daughter must be guaranteed the future. Do not get a husband to be destitute, amit-amit later there they suffer. They must live as worthy as a queen, honorable and rich. We as his Father have lived them properly, what would happen if the husband was destitute. Don't make it!"

Such words continued to strike at Haji Bagong's heart. Wealthy, honorable, and Civil Servants, consciously became the standard that must be owned prospective Saraswati.

****

Paijo and Saras sat together on the back bench of Budhe Sri's house. Shady mango trees to shade them from the sun that this afternoon is not so stinging but still brings sumuk air.

"That you still whistled loudly forbid our relationship"

"But I have also tried to get closer to him, at least he should have been able to assess how I am,"

"I'm worried that you'll be hidden again, further away from this place"

"Now I ask you, if in the near future I invite you, get married, what do you think?"

Saras was stunned by the question Paijo had just uttered with a clear seriousness on his face.

"Married? any time soon?" Saras actually wants to, but what about the blessing of parents.

"Yes-"

"Mas, I'm confused too. Confused as to how. I want to marry you, but what about Abah?

"Do you believe me?" Saras nodded again.

Paijo gulped, he felt he had to think about his next move, in case the worst happened. "Then are you willing to marry me in series?"

This is the most difficult question for Saras. As long as he was educated, there was no more difficult question than this. Even questions during the thesis trial can be answered Saras with a puffed up chest. Saras bit his lower lip. Worried about answering wrongly. She wants Paijo to be her husband, but wishes for parental blessing is also very important when it comes to getting married. Saras was silent and could not answer.

"You believe me, don't you?"

"I promise I won't waste you,

that's for a while, until Abah you want to bless our marriage"

Saras scooped his own face. If that happens, it means she's repeating her brother's history. And even to this day, Haji Bagong did not falter in the least. Run blessing, her brother is even considered dead.

"Mas, please find another way." Saras's gaze wailed.

"That means you still have doubts,"

Saras grabbed Paijo's hand and held it. "Look at me!"

"At least I've never doubted our love, but is that really the best way?"

"As a woman, I need a guardian to get married. Abah's blessing is very important in this. And siri's wedding? maybe-"

"We can find a guardian, I'll find someone who will marry us!" cut Paijo.

"It's not that easy, no! What about your parents? Your father and your mother did you agree with this plan?" Paijo was silent. He hasn't spoken to his parents about this.

"In addition, as long as I'm not married to anyone else, we still have time to give Abah a hand,"

"I'm sure Mas, one day Abah will surely bless us!"

"Well! then what if he suddenly hides you again? without any news, you are like being swallowed up by the earth, just gone!"

"What if all of a sudden you've been sitting at the bouncy with another man?"

"I can't! I must have killed myself right then!"

PLAQUE!!!!

Saras thumped Paijo's thigh hard. "STUPID! If that happens you have to take me away Mas, if you die alone, it means you can leave me to suffer alone, at least we die with Mas, go to hell together!"

The plot!

Paijo's turn polishing Saras's head. This girl's brain seems a bit slanted, so it's difficult to talk seriously.

"Auchhhhhhh.. Mas sick!" moaning Saras while rubbing his head that feels hot due to the polish.

"It's hard, talking seriously to you!"

"Hlah, I was also serious. If only joking from earlier I can talk while playing dakon kali Mas!"

Paijo. He tried hard to find a way out, but Saras still hesitated.

"Here you go, thought on the way. See if his condition is important. If we are still safe we are patient, wait for Abah to be guided from God. If it's urgent, we'll take the form of a thousand shadows!"

"You think we're Naruto? wear the Kage Bunshin no Jutsu style while shouting games! keep having problems sorting out?"

"Jude keep on!" Saras chuckled at Paijo, who had snatched away.

"Haha.... Hla 'kan if using that style we become a lot of Mas, tell the shadows that replace us, let Abah confused see we become a lot. That's why the real us can get out of wedlock, hehe..." Paijo stood up to leave. Mutungs.

"Where are you going?"

"You're home! males there's serious talk in response to guyonan!"

" Dih! it's a cranky one!"

"MAS!"

Although in the call-up Paijo still mengeloyor out through the side of the house. "Don't really go home!"

"Look, we're getting married now!" shouted Saras. Not at all gubris.

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Good morning by noon. All breakfast?

Alhamdulillah if you have, who will not be on the rapper lunch. Hehe...

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