The Love of Mas Paijo

Chapter 79: This Journey...

Saras came out of the bathroom with a small towel perched on his head. When he was about to enter the room he passed Jae. Saras lowered his head and hurriedly entered the room. What an unpleasant situation.

Unlike Saras, consider Jae presumptuous because he again dared to look at his brother's wife. He's such a jerk, just outside of the bastard inside. Of course, unlike the chocolate biscuits that crunchy on the outside, melted on the inside.

After packing Paijo and Saras say goodbye to Salma. Instead of being uncomfortable at home, mending followed her husband to work. Who knows useful. Salma also did not forbid Saras to come, the important thing is that they are happy.

"You guys have breakfast first? or do you want to make some toast?"

"Ah, no need ma'am, later easy breakfast on the road" Paijo interrupted.

"We go first Ma'am" said Saras. He was behind Paijo.

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Their motor drove, splitting the still deserted streets. Understandably it's five hours less. The cold of the rain last night was still very pronounced. They did have to go that early, considering their trip was not close.

It took about two and a half hours to get to the Sukorejo area. Not to mention later in the day this Paijo must turn towards Limbangan. The two places are indeed Paijo exploring areas. Moving from one wood depot to another.

Saras tightened his embrace as Paijo increased his speed as he passed through the path in the middle of the swerving forest. At first glance, it is like experiencing dejavu. Back then in Malang they also used to shake hands like that, right? When Paijo's waist hurts after helping Saras. And Saras wisely forced to accompany Paijo to work, even though it was the same that he was only troublesome.

Arriving at the first depot, Saras can only follow Paijo. Her husband drowned negotiating with his business partner.

"That's it, if I'm not brave enough"

The skinny guy seems to have to give up. Paijo is good at bargaining. At any time Saras wants to try to check Paijo if invited to the market how, if he can be that smart if asked to bid the price of chili and eggs.

"Yes, if it's not the same Mas Paijo I can not price that much"

"Okay deal, five rit yes, send today as well"

"Well, can I get cash?"

"Sure, I bring it"

Saras gawked as Paijo took out a wad of money from inside his bag. Her husband looked relaxed carrying everywhere that much money. Even though every day the road is passed through the middle of the forest, God may be unaware of the existence of the person named Paijo.

Finished with the transaction, Paijo invited Saras to breakfast. They ordered chicken soto rice along with orange ice.

"You want to add?"

"No Mas, already full, immediately early morning soto breakfast on the edge of the rice fields like this" Saras was amazed by the scenery around. The mountains always bring peace.

"Gapek ga?" asked Paijo while feeding a spoonful of rice into his mouth.

Saras shook his head quickly. "I'm happy to join your work, feel picnic, hehe..."

Paijo chuckles. "Pity my wife, now so rarely picnic yes, I'm busy working continuously"

"Santuy Mas, the important thing is I don't panic even though no picnic" it's a joke, but Paijo feels sliced. The level of sensitivity equivalent to ultrasonic sensors can not be manipulated. The point is that Paijo understands that Saras is not comfortable staying at home since Jae-langkung's arrival.

"Mas can ask you something?"

Saras took another potato parcel and bit it slowly. Ah, he remembered the Umik. His mother loved potato cakes. What are Umik doing? Saras...

"Rome?"

"Ah... How is Mas?" Saras awoke from his daydream.

"What daydreams?"

Saras lowered his head, suddenly crying.

"I miss Umik," honestly Saras, although he wanted to cry inexplicably the cake in his hand was still smooth as he chewed. Making Paijo ticklish. Poor but funny at the same time.

Paijo rubbed slowly on the back of Saras' hand, "I'm sorry, I'm taking you to a difficult situation like this - I can't be happy with you yet"

"What the hell Mas, I'm happy kog" his mouth said it was okay but his eyes were glazed over. Saras.

Saras reviewed the smile, again melow even in tease. "No, thanks"

"So, what do you want to say?" asked Saras again after his cry evaporated.

"Oh... That, like, Mas ask you to split you want ga?"

Saras furrowed his brows, "What do you mean?!" half shouting.

"Have we been married for a few weeks?!"

****! Saras wanted to curse, or all the rest of the soto sauce in his bowl, Saras splashed on Paijo's face.

"Eh.. shttttttttt! sorry to say wrong, I mean, if we stay separated from the house of the Fathers, you want not?"

"Huh, you made my heart want to be dislodged! Good thing I haven't watered your face like this"

Paijo grimaced, "Hehe... It's sadistic!"

"Do you have any savings to buy a house?"

Paijo hesitated to say it. Saras was used to living in a nice and even luxurious house. If he will be invited to live together in a small house and rough walled what does he want?

"Hmm.. gini, I know you're awkward living in the same house as Mom and Dad, not to mention there is Jae now. I don't have any savings yet, the money's still making the effort."

"In the factory I have a room. That means if you want, we'll add room for the kitchen later,"

"I still have money, actually your money anyway, dowry money that you do not want to receive, and instead ask for a dowry a set of prayer tools doang."

"But I assume it's still your money, so I'm your permission, how?"

Saras was touched, not because of the dowry, but because of Paijo's sensitivity. Although he did not express his feelings, but Paijo could understand Saras to that extent.

"I want to!" answer Saras firmly.

Paijo smiled proudly. Proud of the former whiny girl who now seems to be trying as hard as wonder woman. Although at other times, the whiny still exists. Kayak.

"I'm ready to live hard and happy with you"

It was just an ordinary sentence, but it sounded like a mutter in Paijo's ear. I swear, if Paijo is white like Korean opa-opa, his face is not too handsome it must be blushing. Fortunately, the skin of Paijo sapodilla's face matures, so disguised. No anything mature, as long as not rotten sapodilla.

"I'll try not to make you hard, I love you"

"I know, wekkk" taunted Saras.

The two then smiled together, willing to laugh loudly kog ga polite. Soto Warung is crowded with visitors. And the two of them were quite ignorant because they did not leave after their soto was finished.

Paijan Paijo, iso rak kerjo rak jajan! Spirit of you both!

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