The Love of Mas Paijo

Chapter 70: What Wrong with You?

The earth seems to cry. The rain fell down heavily, the wind was blowing fiercely, lightning was snatching arrogantly. Saras is struggling in the rain. Necklaces. Amidst the confusion, one name that only he went to, Paijo.

Wallet and HP did not have time Saras brought. Saras ran away from home. Desperate to jump through the fence behind the house that is rarely in the touch of the owner.

Luckily Saras found five thousand in his pants pocket. That's the change when he bought the rainbow last afternoon. Finding his own money Saras even felt moved to sobbing in tears. You can take a bus from Kendal to Kaliwungu. Next how?

Paijo's house is quite far from the highway. Almost two kilo meters more, it's a crazy idea to walk in the rain like this, especially at night. Saras' clothes have been soaking wet since. Saras got off the bus with a shaky step. Maybe the people who saw it would think Saras was crazy. Although it still looks beautiful. But his condition is concerning. If only he had time to prepare, at least bring HP, maybe he would not be stuck like this.

Saras threw away his shame let alone prestige. She called for help to the taxi base not far from the side of the road when Saras got off the bus.

"Sorry sir, I don't bring any money at all, is anyone willing to help me? I need help.hiks...hiks..." Saras are tough and resilient like the promotion of rubber buckets that are covered, even if trampled will not break. Now it is broken and running away.

There were about three people at the ojek base, and the three people were seen throwing eyes at each other.

"Where are you going?" ask one of them.

Saras mentioned Paijo's home address. One of them interjected, "Well, that's a long way, two kilos. Who will pay for the gasoline?"

One other person, looking the youngest among the three of them, whispered. "Pretty lek, so my girlfriend doesn't guarantee I want to, don't take her anywhere if you need not be fat, haha..."

The young taxi driver chuckled. Saras listen. He also realized he was being demeaned. Although praise but such a sentence is not a negative connotation? But Saras does not want to make a fuss, Saras needs help, not people who want to be invited to gelut! Although Saras was eager to punch him in the face.

"Hush! you two here if you don't want to help you guys, orak don't make the cangkem!" tegur kang ojek who looks the oldest.

"Let's go, I'll take you, don't pay gapapa!"

"Wiiihhh.. hero lek!" the lips of two fellow ojek.

Saras' eyes glazed over, Saras had to ask his name later. Tomorrow if he holds the money again, Saras promises to give a lump of money to this Father.

Without waiting for long, Saras was already sitting piggybacking behind. "Sir but sorry yes raincoat one tok, do not bring the bat because it's torn to pieces nails, hehe..."

"Yes sir, gapapa, I'm so grateful to have been helped.. sroooottttt....!" Saras wiped the snot in between she was grateful for help.

"Yawes, grip mbak. I'm on my way now!"

The rain is still heavy, along the journey of the taximan who shook Saras a lot of silence, not much to ask. Talking also risks water entering the mouth, but it still rains. Not to mention the sound is difficult to hear, blurred kanginan. Saras was silent too.

After a few minutes had passed, the motorbike they were riding slowed down, stopping right in front of the house that Saras vaguely remembered as Paijo's. Saras came down, not forgetting to ask the name of the taxi driver who became his hero tonight.

"Call Mr. No, a senior motorcycle taxi who devoted himself to driving passengers to the destination safely and sentosa, although thankfully by receiving the fare of the motorcycle taxi! Hehe..."

Saras commented a small smile in response to Mr. No's joke, "thank you very much Sir, I will not forget your kindness,"

"Eh, this isn't Pak lurah's house?"

"Yes sir,"

Mr. No just realized. Now in his head appeared dozens of questions, for some reason he suddenly possessed the spirit of a journalist. Who is this girl, as I recall Mr. Kades has no daughter. Is he a nephew? or Paijo's girlfriend? Well, could be. But why does this girl look so sorry. Where's home?Right no, that's a question almost qualified 5w 1 H. Fortunately, the question was stuck in his throat. Mr. No was reluctant to himself.

"I am a friend of Mas Paijo" a brief description from Saras briefly answered the question in the heart of Mr. No.

"Ohhh.. walah mbak, if my friend Mas Paijo is very happy to be able to help. Mas Paijo helped me a lot, often treat me to eat. Copied.... He's so nice!"

It seems like Mr. No forgot it was still raining and Saras was cold, I swear! Saras smiled slightly, not surprised, Mas Paijo was indeed kind and royal. Think of Saras picking the fruit of Paijo's kindness tonight.

"Eh.. I'm sorry, please go in there! sorry it's soaked, teles gebes ngono!"

Mr. No chuckled to himself, the stirring crest told him of Paijo's kindness. After the man's beard with old age it darted back splitting the rain.

Saras reassured his heart again, he was in a state of turmoil, he was helpless, only Paijo was his hope at the moment. With weight, Saras hand swings knocking on the door of the house in joglo style. A house with original Javanese architecture. Strong and thick teak wood walls. Although not as big as Saras' house. Paijo house is the most luxurious among the other houses.

Geck...Geck..Tok...!

The knocking of the door sounded very slurred in Saras' ear. He himself was knocking, he was also the one feeling sorry for himself.

Saras's estimate is now ten more. It is only natural that the old door is opened. Especially outside the rain. There must have been no knocking on the door from inside.

Tok...! Tok...! Geck!

Saras knocked harder, his knuckles flushed red, Saras grimaced because it turned out to be sick as well, naturally the door was also teak wood. Hard sure.

The lights of the living room look lit, from the sidelines of the ventilation Saras knew it. His heart was pounding even more, as if thousands of horses were running around there. Saras hoped that Paijo would open the door, so that he would not have to give any reason if it was Mr or Ibu Paijo.

But in reality, the pretty face of a startled looking mother looked at Saras, standing right before him after the door opened. Saras shivered in the cold, his arms crossed, hugging his own arm. Saras' eyes even look puffy, his nose is also reddened. Salma who caught a glimpse of him instantly could guess if something bad had happened to this girl.

"Bulek, I want to meet Mas Paijo," Saras looked down embarrassed. She felt inferior, a girl came to a man's house at night with such conditions. Not to be kicked out Saras was relieved.

Salma widened the door, "Let's go in! Oh, my God, you're raining like this,"

Such a friendly attitude, Saras did not expect at all if it would be accepted like that.

"JOU! JO! HERE'S NAK!" Salma even shouted to Paijo without leaving Saras who was still standing at the door.

Then what appeared was not only Paijo but also his father, Pak lurah Burhanuddin.

"What's the i-bu-?" Paijo.

"Saraswati! Hey, what's wrong with you?" If you do not remember there are parents, maybe Paijo has pulled the girl, grabbed her in the arms, no matter the clothes will get wet.

"Let's go in nduk!"

"Have Saras sit down, I'll get you a towel first, you'll make an angel tea, you'll accompany Saras, let's help Mommy make tea first!" quick instructions from the great mistress of the house, made the two men, Father-children just like that. Mr. Burhan who is still confused, in the forced drag of his wife, understanding once two young men need privacy.

Paijo was concerned to see Saras who was cold and drenched. He then asked Saras to sit down and Paijo to crouch down in front of Saras.

Paijo clasped Saras' cold hands like the undead. As if hoping to channel warmth there. "What's Saraswati doing?"

The views of both look the same. Saras was unable to answer. Her tears just fell in front of Paijo.

Hix.... Hix.... Hix....

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to be continued...

Maap, we are sad first yes mothers, ga tau this romantic genre comedy kog adane nangis continue, just blame the othornya🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣