The Love of Mas Paijo

Chapter 82: The First Day In A Luxury House

Saras opened his eyes when the sun was already perched above his head. He felt that he slept too long, was it morning or was it already noon?

Saras' life is still scattered. Looks like Saras has to go to great lengths to collect it. Saras' hands fumbled on the bottom surface of the pillow with his eyes still half closed, as he remembered last night he put there. And meet. The number on the screen hp shows half seven, it just deserves to feel sultry.

Whahuh? Half seven!

Saras almost squealed after waking up, they were misfortune.

Saras is in his heart. The dawn was missed on their first day living in a luxurious mansion. And her husband who was not handsome but charismatic was also still sleeping beside her. My God, they were both reckless about missing dawn prayers. Forgive Paijo and Saras, Lord.

"Mas, Mas,"

"Hemm.." replied Paijo with eyes still closed. Last night the banquet moved their house was only attended by families near Burhanuddin only. However, Salma who is still half-hearted they move house looks at home chatting while helping Saras move clothes to their closet, until only coming home around ten pm less.

"Mas!" Saras jerked her husband's body rather loudly.

Paijo jumped in shock, it was very difficult to wake Paijo when he was asleep. "Aghhh... What time is it?"

"Seven o'clock in the morning Mas, and we're not subuhan, how dong!?" Saras panicked, even though during college and life ngekos he was often negligent with his obligations. Now Saras has changed. Not praying feels sorry, scared, and anxious.

"Mas, we sinned this once. You are the one who bears the sin, you are my husband." - whine Saras.

"Here we gotta how's Mas?" Saras just regretted because when teenagers used to often strike if told madrasah school. Focus on extracurricular activities that take up time. This is how it is, blind science.

Paijo grinned, looks very regretful on his wife's face. "Saraswati, we accidentally woke up, okay? so can we qadha. Yes, hopefully we are forgiven." said Paijo while stroking the hair of Saras.

"really? how's Mas doing?"

"Yes, prayers like the dawn prayer are usually, just different in intention"

"How do you expect?" the anxious face was homey so enthusiastic. Sangking enthusiastic, unconscious Saras body even overlayed Paijo's hand. Paijo groaned in pain. He used to overlap instead of overlap instead.

"Wadow... This you can't slide a little what? my hands hurt!"

"Hee.. sori dori blueberry Mas, ga on purpose" Saras's grimacing turn. The sin, indeed, had abandoned prayer, still persecuted her own husband. Double if this.

"Where are the intentions?"

"Ushallii fardash-Shubhi rack’ataini mustaqbilal qiblati qodho’an lillaahi ta’aalaa."

"Repeat Mas...."

"Ushallii fardash-Shubhi rak’ataini mustaqbilal qodho’an lillaahi ta’aalaa.. after qiblati added qodho'an, remember the amount of rakaat remains the same, do not add let alone in corruption!"

"OK, Ushallii fardash-Shubhi rack’ataini mustaqbilal qodho’an lillaahi ta’aalaa, so?."

Paijo nodded, "And also we must hurry, as soon as possible!"

Paijo felt like mamah Dedeh, early in the morning giving tausiyah. Wait for Jo, you're a lazy man. Kog mamah Dedeh anyway? You look like ustadz Maulana, Jamaah... Jamaame!

Okay, Thor!

"Certainly why are we still the henchmen here?"

Saras patted her husband's muscular arm, half blaming it again. Paijo went wrong. "Ah, you are Mas, hunt take ablution!" Saras jumped down from his new spring bed. The Paijo.

Along the way to the bathroom which was two hundred and fifty meters, Saras was trapped. Could they be too comfortable sleeping because of the new mattress? It feels like Saras wants to make the spring bed a scapegoat.

"Oh my God, the way to the bathroom is like a trip to the African jungle. Lots of weeds." Saras grumbled.

"Let me tell Yadi to cut the grass!" paijo replied. Than in the debate can increase the length of his business.

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Today Paijo did not go to work. It was already noon, the trip to Limban took hours. Paijo may not go home because it must be overnight. Work from home can still be done. Moreover, this was their first day living alone in a luxurious mansion.

Saras never thought doing housework could be this beautiful.

Saras was about to wash clothes, after their stomachs were full of breakfast.Tadi Paijo bought food in the shop, hungry hunt if waiting for Saras to cook. Moreover, they have not bought a stove. Haha...

After soaking their dirty clothes, Saras was surprised by the appearance of Paijo who entered the bathroom which has a small area.

"Mas, what are you doing?" Saras, sitting on a small wooden window, with his hands full of foam, looked suspiciously at Paijo.

"You help you to be holy!"

"Don't think about you Mas, I can finish this myself with the power of ten hands, ga lama, mending you watch the news on tv only there!"

The one who was expelled did not know himself, even squatting next to Saras. Making Saras' movement more difficult and tight. "His wife cooks, do I have leha-leha, want me to rub you rinse, or vice versa?"

Saras took a rough breath, after all what's wrong with receiving help. The work will be completed quickly if done together.

"Okay I understand" replied Paijo enthusiastically. The first clothes were already herteen. Saras gave his thumbs up because it turned out that Paijo was very flexible. When blackmailing is also not wagu. Though Saras thought her husband's hand would be twisted when squeezing. Apparently not. Saras smiled amusedly because of his own thoughts.

"Why smile? amazed by me? Ken omahe kono! Gini doang mah small!"

Saras laughed more and more. Is this the man who used to be stiff like a wooden beam? He was even now good at bragging.

"His arrogance.." said Saras.

In the next second, Saras's gaze wearing a half-drenched knee-length batik negligee was seductive in Paijo's eyes. Saras wiped the sweat on his forehead with his arms, his hands still full of laundry foam.

Ah, that's so sexy. Batin Paijo's.

Unknowingly Paijo's body stiffened, like a magnet was pulling him to approach his wife. Paijo half ducked, stealing a kiss from his wife's ever-toxic lips. Saras was shocked, his heart was not ready if invited to fight fast like this. A sudden and deadly attack.

They kissed, ignoring the water in the hose that filled the bucket until it spilled.

Saras' breath was almost gone because of her husband. It's crazy, it's crazy. If it is not stopped, Saras is worried that the water channel down there will be full. Want to say stop but that comes out of his mouth instead ******* soft which makes Paijo more excited.

Seeing his exhausted wife, Paijo took a pause. Smiling with pride.

"Ten seconds! before proceeding to the next session, hahaha...."

Saras clucked, "want what?"

"When are we bathing together, haven't we?"

Ah, Saras should have guessed her husband's thoughts from the beginning. But Saras's mind was indeed too sacred, where perhaps he thought of such plus-plus content.

"Nehi Mas! it's a bathroom in the open air hlo, I'm horrified if anyone can fit us again delicious circus"

"Hahaha.this is my territory Saraswati! Abstain foreigners set foot here!"

Paijo replied firmly. His nose was even perched in the niche of his wife's neck. Saras lied that he also did not feel the sensation of amused and horny together.

"Ah... Oh. enough!"

The two are stirring again, whether the circus is what they want to show. But the sound of knocking on the door from the outside made the fire blazing hot as if splashed with a bucket of water all of a sudden. Byasssss.

Goddamnit! Paijo in the heart.

"MAS PAIJO!"

"Hasn't it going? in waiting for Mr. Slamet to ask for a road letter!

Saras giggled amusedly, "Dikira makiru Mas!"

Paijo was furious, it felt like he was eager to eat the person who had just shouted at him. He opened the door violently. And Yanto's grim face instantly turned deathly pale. Paijo's neck and shoulders are full of laundry foam. Paijo and Saras were still unaware of that. Really messy. And Yanto understood he was already a bully of course.

"UPS, sorry there is Sister Saras, again nyuci Mbak?" tanya Yanto is not a pleasantries anymore, but it is stale because it already knows the reality.

Saras clumsily just nodded small. Paijo immediately closed the door tightly. Do not want the view of his wife who is half wet in enjoying others.

"Come with me! The road letter has not been made from earlier, you just take it on the table should be!" gerutu Paijo walked quickly in following Yanto.

"Sori Mas, don't know if ahem-ehem's inside again!"

"Tomorrow if you want to, write on the door only Mas,"

"Don't Disturb me! Huhaha..."

"Damn it!!!" shouted Paijo, the employee ran away after teasing his boss. Paijo was young, so at some point they did not hesitate to joke or tease him. Like just now. Sometimes as a boss, Paijo felt he had no self-esteem. Is it not what Mas Paijo, the important thing to have money? Haha....

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Sorry for not being able to routinely update, I am only an amateur writer so if the writing is indeed like waiting for a really good mood. In addition, I am also a reader of novels like you, often drowning reading until not aware of time. This chapter even I wrote for three days, hahaha,

Hufttttt. sorry also at the end must be made a semi horny-horny. Kan newlyweds yes, mumpung deserted also sih🤣

Thanks for waiting, thank you so much yah😘😘😘😘