The Love of Mas Paijo

Chapter 67: Patience for Patience!

"Okay, thanks for your trust"

"I personally will always try to give my best,"

"Hopefully our cooperation will be smoother in the future, and provide benefits for both parties, thanks again..."

Paijo feels like salto, the front rollers of the rear rollers at this time as well. The cooperation proposal was accepted by PT. Rimba Indonesian. One of the largest wood processing plants in Indonesia. After the written contract process is completed, the next two weeks Paijo can start supplying raw materials in the form of sengon wood. As per their request. They even hoped that Paijo could transmit ten to twenty rits in a day. Good luck Jo.

Too focused on this meeting, Paijo to forget not yet breakfast. It's been almost eleven o'clock more, it's worth the stomach rumbling. Paijo so want to eat soto rice meat. Ah, he must have had a food stall. If the wood business is not smooth, maybe Paijo can turn the steering wheel to culinary. Or so food influencer, wait but you are not handsome Jo, at least a food influencer if not handsome ya fat ginuk-ginuk that. About if you, your followers will be interested or stop Jo? wkwkwk...

Paijo has a good sense of taste, culinary hobbies and even have many bagged the names of shops or restaurants that are recommended. Including this stall, 'Feeding shop Patience' Bu'. Located at the junction of the Kaliwungu highway, this stall is always crowded with visitors. At breakfast or lunch, it is always crowded. Especially in front of this shop there is an ojek base. Auto subscription all here.

Soto beef rice with yellow sauce. In the lemon juice plus five tablespoons of sambal, soy sauce dikit. Gush, steady Jo. Forehead Paijo sweats, hot gravy mixed with spicy acid collaborates into a taste that breaks in the mouth.

"Gee Mas Jo, this hour has eaten, gasik temen!" that's the sound of one of the kang ojek kolan. Paijo does not know exactly what his name is, but other ojek colleagues call him Pak No. Pak No immediately sat down next to Paijo and ordered an orange ice.

"Ehmm. Yeah, it wasn't breakfast sir, so it's lunchtime"

The man who had a white beard was patting slowly Paijo's shoulder. Marveled. Most of the kang ojek there already know Paijo. His name is heard as a businessman owner of wood studies which is only a few kilos from the base ojek. Although not long known, but its friendly and royal nature makes kang-kang ojek easy to recognize. Paijo used to stop by coffee early in the morning, along with kang ojek who hang out too. He lightly said, 'Udah stay sir, I pay!'

"Eating Mr. No, just order!" it's not an offer, but a command line. Mr. No smiled, the shoots in love ulam arrived.

"Suwun Mas Jo, I am just thirsty." biasalah high Indonesian people will be bad nature. Shameful but willing.

"Eh, I order you guys,"

"Mom, add another serving of soto rice!"

"READY JO!" The voice of the Mother of Patience. The woman deftly prepared the order.

"Well, I'm not good at Mas Jo"

"Cas relax Mr. No.. ojek rame?"

Mr. No wiped the sweat on his forehead with the eating tissue provided at the stall table. Green colored coarse wipes. No matter it is not a tissue for facial tissue, the important thing is that sweat is absorbed. Although there must be remnants of tissue stuck in the face. He then breathed a rough breath.

"Haaahh.This is how Mas Jo, what is the power of parents like me, passengers are getting quieter since cheap motor loans, each head has one motorbike even there are two, there are two, there are two, not to mention the young people are now more demen ojek online message, just horrified Mas,"

Paijo stunned, his meat soto rice fortunately has moved into the stomach of all. If it is not finished, maybe the beef that swims in the soto soup is also moved to hear the kah kang ojek's complaint.

"In Sabari Pak No, all work does require patience and patience"

"Hmm.really Mas, I salute you. Still young but dare to be a businessman" said Mr. No while feeding a spoonful of soto rice. But then Mr. No grimaced a little, the sauce was still hot as it turned out. "Huh huh!"

"Slow sir!" Mr. No was just grinning, his stomach was hungry, and bejo once there was a treat. Let alone meat soto rice, rarely Pak No this message, usually rames rice routine is the same acir crackers. Often even cash bonds as well.

"Sir No, how many people are there at the ojek base?" ask Paijo suddenly.

The man whose skin was black and wrinkled started to count inwardly. "There are nine Mas Jo people, why?"

"Oh.. okay. Mr. No, I have to hurry up and go, and then bring lunch for all of them!"

Paijo got up and immediately ordered rice and drinks for the other kang ojek.

Mr. No flabbergasted dong. Paijo did not have time to glance at Pak No's face that was blown away. He was busy choosing delicious side dishes for them. Mrs Patar is very happy, of course, it looks like her employees have to cook again.

"What do you think Mas Jo is wearing?"

"Just like all ma'am, rames rice add empal!" Wuih, Bu Patience's lips are on their back, the empal meat in the basin selling sweet cape kumpul.

"This I pay first, later titipin same Mr. No aja. I'm hustling"

"Oke-ok ready to go Mas Jo!"

"Suwun iki wes on the run!"

"Siiipplah Ma! I'm full of this too"

"Monggo, Mr. No first!"

Mr. No jumped, "Enggeh-enggeh, suwun Mas Jo!"

A flat-bodied man, younger than Mr. No was caught crossing. "What's up?"

"Would you eat for free?"

"You, will, kaliren iki!"

"Johnny! Bring all the pieces there! Buy it with Mas Paijo!"

The eyes of the flattened man sparkled, his smile widening as wide as the shoulder of the highway. "Wuihh.. This much! Mas Paijo sing ora nice tour ireng kae?"

"Your sheep! In love even bacot!"

"Udah there! do not leave it alone! for the fair! let's all be full together!"

"Thank you for blasphemy, you lizard!" Mr. No ngedumel.

"Hahaha. yes-yes, I brought this. Mayan windfall!"

"Suwun, Patience Ma'am!"

"Ngeeh-gag!" sahut Bu Sabar from behind the storefront contains various side dishes.

Meanwhile, behind all their happiness, there was the reddened ear of a Hajj father. Heat. Haji, who did not wear glasses, stood up to finish his lunch. "How much Mom!"

"What was Ji doing?"

"Mangut rice, tofu meatballs two, warm tea,"

"Oh, twenty-seven thousand Ji" Haji Bagong handed him three tens of bills.

"Get back!"

"O. sorry Ji. This is kog's change. Can't be refused! It is my obligation to give change, so that there will be no dependents in the afterlife!"

At the beginning, it certainly hurt the self-esteem of Haji Bagong. After that, he quietly watched Paijo's wobble. Haji Bagong felt excluded.

What a little boy that is!

This too, rice sellers are good at the afterlife!

"Yes if you don't want to! Just sold rice is already a holy snob!"

Patience opens her eyes, new buyers, not customers, spicy also her mouth.

Patience, patience, calling, but---but--but! Fortunately I am patient!

That's your name, isn't it?

Wkwkwkwk....

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Java language does not need to be translated into English, right?

Understand mothers?🤣🤣🤣🤣

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