The Love of Mas Paijo

Chapter 7: Mister B

Sunday morning Saras was still lazing to wake up. If not for the sound of the ringing hp that continues to disturb the ears, he is really lazy to open his eyes. As a result of staying up last night with Rani and Hayu in front of the cost, while spending the snacks they buy.

"Yes hello.." Saras voice raspy typical of people wake up.

"Greetings first!"

"Hm... Wa'alaikumsalam abah."

"You just woke up? what time is it?"

Saras glanced at the clock on the wall with riyep-riyep eyes. "Hoamm. half ten abah."

Saras' life has not yet returned. He answered too honestly. Abah must have been tearing there because he knew his daughter woke up.

"This is what I don't like. No one is watching there. Free to lose until this hour also not awake! You must often forget to pray! or maybe you are used to not praying?!!!" his voice echoed in Saras' ear.

Die me...!

Saras sat down with his face and hair just as carefully. The cheeks feel sticky maybe the rest of the iler that has not had time to dry.

And now he had to willingly listen to the lecture from abah. About obligatory prayers that should not be abandoned, until the regret of the corpse in the grave that left the prayer while alive. Saras just assented. The lecture went in from the right ear and out from the left ear. Tomorrow or tomorrow again he must be negligent. Still like the holes, even though he is the son of Pak Haji. Eh no guarantee either, depending on individual consciousness huh. Since Saras is still naughty, hopefully he can get inspiration quickly.

"Yes abah, Saras jahain ga ninggalahyang again. Why call early in the morning?" Not a promise but an effort.

Hearing Saras's question, my brother realized that there was something important he wanted to say.

"You remember H. The rojak? who sells chicken at the morning market?"

"Where did bah, forget me?"

"You remember what the hell!"

"I remember I haven't sent money, hehe. Can't fuck me." whine Saras.

"Ah that's easy later on transfer. What you should know now, H. Rojak it turns out his son is now a PNS."

"What does this have to do?" When talking about PNS Saras already ketar-ketir.

"Great yes, he said now his duty in the city of Malang."

"Continue?"

"Change and H. Rojak agreed to match you up!"

I have guessed! "Aghhh. Just two weeks hlo Saras in matchmaking and failed. Cook this again. Abah is afraid Saras won't do it?" Wonder also why the hell abah passion for a matchmaking event for me.

"It is precisely because it failed that it must be tried again. Not afraid of doing. Big brother, I want you to have the best husband. You are horrified! your phone number has been given to Nak Bambang. Later in the afternoon meet him. Be nice! You either recite it or just go home not to continue college!"

Tut's...Tut's...Tut's...

The call was cut off unilaterally without a closing greeting, Saras snorted in annoyance. Always his brother threatened with a ban on continuing college.

The noise from outside indicates that the two creatures in the room have come. The door of the room opens Rani and Hayu enter with a sweaty body. They came home from a free day car show.

"Geez, the new race is awake? that's why Kog's face is buckled?"

"Aghh.. I'm so good."

"Why? why sis?" Hayu turned on the fan and turned it towards her body.

"Change off the phone, I was asked to meet a guy ntar afternoon. Use the event in the matchmaking again. Sebel!"

"Well..darius?"

"Hmm.. really males."

"Say I don't want to, so bother markonah"

"Ga is that easy! Abah told me to quit college if I didn't."

"Ih wow! besides you are so old. Don't you have hidden ideals!" timpal Rani who participated crowded in front of the fan.

Saras scrunched his forehead. "What ideals?"

"So Mr. Matchmaker." Hayu and Rani laughed.

Saras was getting frustrated, he decided not to take a shower until later in the afternoon. You slob!

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After getting a message from the man who claimed to be the son of H. Rojak chicken cut, they agreed to meet this afternoon.

"Should you change hair color again?"

Saras had to dye his hair black again. Fortunately Hayu is skilled at painting hair, so Saras can save you from going to the salon.

"Should! if that B is his mouth bucket and says to H. Bagong if his son's hair is red, it could be hanging me

H. Sapon!"

Hayu replied with a small laugh.

"Why aren't you responsible and trustworthy?" Hayu chuckles amusedly.

"Holy in thought, word and deed! You think Dasa Darma Scouts!"

"Haha. can it be practiced, good to apply in your deceptive life."

"Ashm! ah ah bawel. This is also where the hell it's people don't come. Wasting all your time!"

"Cie. who can't wait to see B"

"Whisper!"

The sound of the car horn from outside forced Saras to peek out of the window. A man got off the car of a million devotees with the appearance of a full pari. Compared to Paijo, he is more handsome. Klimis and good looking. The ironing line on the sleeve of the blue shirt he was wearing was very clearly visible. Tidy from top to bottom.

"Eh.. Why am I still struggling. You idiot! later on deket you I became slow Yu!"

"Your sheep!"

Saras walked towards the gate. He found B outside the fence. "Mas Bambang huh?"

"Rome?" Bambang made sure he wasn't wrong. It turned out to be true in accordance with the photo sent H. Cumbrous. Her son was indeed beautiful, even more beautiful in origin.

"Yes..."

"You want to talk inside or outside?"

"Hmm... how good is it?" if I could just mending inside, so I don't need to go out of money to buy you a drink. Inner Bambang.

"How about going out to find a restaurant. Where to eat or where to hang out?"

Let's see how loyal you are.

Bambang seemed to think. "Ba-well, come on." he said hesitantly.

Their car split the highway in the afternoon on Sunday. The road is seen in the dominance of private cars.

"Where are you going?"

"Where to the steak house? we can eat steak and have a casual conversation." really bad.

Waduh, get another steak. Definitely expensive. Eman-eman's. "Hmm. I don't really like steaks. How do we find another." actually doyan anyway, but if you have to get out the money dear.

"Oh, yeah, if that's up to you."

"It's really nothing?" Saras simply nodded and turned his gaze to the mobile phone.

Bambang is still thinking of finding a simple and cheap place to eat. No need for a fancy place. If from the building alone is magnificent can be sure the price of food is also expensive. Skip if that. When he saw a stall painted green extinct, Bambang felt it was a suitable place.

"We're just going there. Eating a bad meatball. Many buyers, must be good."

Well. like there's no other hangout. An ordinary meatball stall, where the building is ancient. Not Instagramable at all.

"Hm. ya can."

Their car is parked on the side of the road. There is no parking space for cars. The average visitor only rides a motorcycle. Seen from a row of motorcycles neatly lined up in front of the stall.

When they entered they circulated the view looking for an empty place. Visitors look pretty crowded. Fortunately there was only one table not far from the cashier. The table looks to be cleaned.

"We're sitting here!"

Saras walked tailoring after finishing ordering two bowls of complete meatballs. From the menu board Saras knows the price of a bowl of meatballs. Very cheap only thirteen thousand for a bowl of poor meatballs. Iced tea only three thousand and iced orange four thousand. Hmm. This is called student-style eating.

Not long before their order meatballs came.

"Please enjoy!" Paijo who returned from the toilet was immediately asked to deliver this shirt order. How shocked he was when his eyes came against Saras's eyes. The girl who had been in a match with him was now sitting opposite to another man.

Her hair turned black again. That fast?

Quickly Saras cast a glance. He won't say hello to Paijo. It is better to pretend not to recognize it. Paijo decided to go back to work. Take orders and transport dirty bowls and wipe tables so that they can be used by other visitors immediately.

Although it looks nimble to and fro, Paijo's view several times steal a look at their table.

Huh, so that kind of guy is his type. Climics from head to toe. Appearance expensive but kog ngajak eat here. Contrast it! I am ashamed of the clothes I wear!

UPS, not the intention of underestimating Mbah Sam meatball stalls, but indeed the price of meatballs here in the direction of the lower middle society. So that they can feel the taste of eating delicious meatballs at an affordable price. Consider Mbah Sam has mesupsidi price, because it is compared with others, the price of poor meatballs Cak Sam is cheaper. Five star flavor five foot price.

seriate....

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