The Love of Mas Paijo

Chapter 73: Post Geger Gedhen

"Oh, where's Saras?"

"Ndre, why are you two? Saras met you, right? why not come home?"

Hajah Maesaroh is definitely upset. Since not finding her daughter in the room.

His feelings are no longer out of order. This morning Haji Bagong left home with a face full of anger, her husband claimed that Saras must have run away with Paijo. And now the two of them returned home empty-handed. What the hell's going on?

"From now on we have no more children!"

"Our son is dead!"

Which mother's heart doesn't hurt? Hajah Maesaroh is already scared to death if this is repeated again. And right, this is the second time, her husband said that their son died.

"No! don't talk like that Abah, Umik please..."

"Ndre, where's Saras? why won't he go home?" Hajah Maesaroh still ignores the fact that her husband threw away his own son. Or no longer want to acknowledge Saras as their son.

"Bulek calm down, Saras gapapa, he just doesn't want to go home yet,"

"NO!"

"HE'S DEAD ANDRE!!"

"DON'T SAY HIS NAME AGAIN IN THIS HOUSE, AND NO ONE CARES ABOUT HIM ANYMORE!!!"

"ONCE I SAID HE WAS DEAD, IT MEANS HE'S DEAD"

Hajah Maesaroh's knee felt limp without bones. The tears that he had been holding back from earlier collapsed at that very instant. Fortunately there was Andre who was quick to help support the woman's body. Living with a husband and all his hard nature, is not an easy thing. It takes incredible patience. Hajah Maesaroh always obeyed and kept silent. Trying to be a beautiful wife for her husband. But faced with a situation like this for the second time, was this fair to him? Does he have to be quiet and obey?

"If he's dead, then where's the body?"

"I'm his mother, I want to bathe him for the last time..."

"Andre, look at Bulek! it's Bulek's hand, "Hajah Maesaroh raised both hands like a man praying after prayer.

"This hand that first bathed Saraswati, held her in arms until she fell asleep"

"Bulek who raised Saras from a red baby until now even twenty-two years old,"

"May this hand also bathe his body now, if it is true that he is dead?"

The question of sarcasm certainly touches Haji Bagong. The proud man did not flinch before his wife. Hajah Maesaroh was even reluctant to look at Haji Bagong while voicing his heart.

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Meanwhile at the residence of the Village Chief Burhanuddin, the situation still looks mourning. After Geger Gedhen this morning, they still could not smile. Their feelings are filled with anxiety. In case Haji Bagong comes back and forces Saras to return home again.

Only Salma tried to act ordinary, although in his heart he was actually the same gala.

"Let's have breakfast first!"

"Definitely hungry? I've cooked the fried rice pete, we're both eating!"

Paijo and Saras did not answer. Just be quiet with each other's thoughts. Burhanuddin had been out for work for half an hour.

"Hi, even in silence?"

Paijo was a little surprised, "Eh. sorry Mom, but Paijo is not hungry yet, I have breakfast first"

"Eh. My son now has one more. If you don't want to eat, you also have to think about the other mother's child. Come on Saras eat first yuk nduk!"

"Come Jo, pity Saras. Eat first, the problem if you think it will continue not be completed, the stomach contents first then later in the mind think of a way out,"

After being persuaded then the lovers want to eat. Salma was very sorry for them, pity. Loving each other but hindered by the blessing of the old man is indeed troublesome.

"Oh yeah Jo, Saras can't possibly borrow Mom's clothes on, right? After breakfast, you go there shopping for Saras' change of clothes"

"Buy a lot, keep other needs as well"

Ah, Paijo was late unaware of that. Saras definitely needs a lot of things. Not just clothes. "True, Mom, sorry, I'm not paying attention to you"

"We're buying clothes, you want to?"

"I'm sorry, I'm taking it on"

"Mom, I'm sorry Saras... Saras has been a lot of trouble,"

"Ehhh. You're now Mom's daughter too. No one feels bothered. It's also Paijo's duty to buy you clothes. Count the exercises to be a good husband, hehe..."

Salma smiled, her smile channeling warmth to Paijo and Saras. They both smile.

In the afternoon, Saras wore his own clothes that had dried after being washed this morning. Long jeans with navy t-shirts. They will be shopping for a few pieces of clothing. It was impossible for Saras to borrow Salma's clothes continuously. Wearing a baby doll in front of Paijo alone she was embarrassed to death. Fortunately, last night Salma stopped lending negligence, Paijo's stepmother accidentally discovered after a long baby doll that was small since the first purchase. The nightgown was given to Saras.

"We're leaving now?"

"Oh. sure. I'll take you to the room first."

A few seconds disappeared into the room and then appeared with an ash-colored Hoodie jacket dripping. "Wear this, it still smells new from the closet"

Saras smiled, even though if used in love also wear nothing. The smell of the sweat of a loved one must be as fragrant as the fragrance of heaven.

"Udah ready? let's go." Paijo frowned to see Saras who looked reluctant to leave the house.

"Mas, what about outside of a lot of people?"

"Many people? meaning neighbor?"

Saras. "I don't feel good, I'm ashamed, they must be wondering."

"Well, if they ask you to stay and answer me, you're my future wife, all right.."

"Later if they think we're gathering kebo how?" Cannot be denied living in the village. Especially Burhanuddin the village chief. Surely all the actions of his family follow in the spotlight.

"Heh, we do live in a house. But there will be a Father and a Mother. They may not think anything."

Saras' shoulders slumped, as long as they were unmarried where Saras could stay at home for a long time. Saras is not feeling well. "Mas, can I find a job?"

"I can't stay here,"

Paijo sighed, the event wanted to buy clothes delayed because of the chat that spread everywhere. "You've got a new semalem hlo.. kog kayak that's been for days."

"Can we talk about this later? The rain hunt will not even buy clothes,"

Saras grimaced again. Too many things on his mind, Saras felt he had to convey everything rather than get stuck. "Well, we can talk on the street"

True Saras guess, although a bit cloudy but the afternoon is indeed a relaxing time for mothers to gather on the porch of the house. Selonjoran while chatting obscurely.

"Excuse me..." Sapa Paijo as he passed the hordes of mothers under the mango tree. There were about five women, though standing up not sitting down, did not seem to diminish their enjoyment of chattering or gossiping?

I don't know Saras doesn't know. Saras only had time to throw a fleeting smile, their gaze immediately rested on Saras. Saras is so conscious.

"Eh yes...!" sahut.

"Eh... Who is that? paijo's girlfriend huh?"

"Beautiful Mom"

"Come on, yayu meni..."

"Just see this time, Paijo rarely boncengin girls, never seen even"

"This is serious maybe, the proof is already bold to take home,"

"It seems that since this morning at Paijo's house, this morning to see him drying clothes hlo mothers"

"Ah... cook anyway?"

That's neighbors. Wherever the place is, the eyes of the neighbors are sharper than the eyes of an eagle. His ears are like the ears of insects who, despite hearing low but sharp sounds, do not play. So that any information will be quickly heard and spread thanks to neighbors.

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"Your own muters were there!"

"Hla, why? from earlier I went to the computer you also did not protest, why now protest?" Saras finished picking out a few pieces of clothing. And the good-natured Paijo diligently brought a pile of clothes Saras had chosen.

Half whispered Saras speaking. "I want to choose the daleman, embarrassed if you come along. Are you ashamed? if you're not ashamed, come on!"

Obviously Paijo was embarrassed, if his cheeks were as white and as smooth as Korean opa-opa maybe he was red now. Imagine a pile of women's underwear with patterns and colors that already resemble rainbow, mejikuhibiniu, red, orange, yellow, green, blue, if and purple. There was Saras in front of him. Paijo's brain can get a nasty virus, danger.

"Aaa.. if so I wait near Kasiran huh. Cepet, don't wear it for long!" Paijo road almost ran. He had to neutralize his brain so as not to pervert because of the tempest of the woman's heirloom wrapper. Horny dong. Paijo's foundation of faith is as thin as a plywood.

"Haha...." Saras chuckled at the behavior of the one human child.

"Paijo is so funny..."

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