The Love of Mas Paijo

Chapter 83: Neighbors Across the House

"Mas Paijoooo..."

"Mas Paijoooooooooo....!!!!"

Saras did not know the big-bodied woman with bangs like Rita Sugiarto. Or not yet known. Because the woman suddenly entered the house when Saras had not allowed her to enter.

"Eh...Is that Mas Paijo?"

Hello, shouldn't Saras be asking. "Hmm.. Excuse me, who is this mother?"

"Hahahaha, sorry, sorry, I heard that Mas Paijo will be staying in this house, introduce me to Bu Tutik, the front neighbor of the house"

"Who is the Mama? brother or sister Mas Paijo?"

Should Saras start tomorrow ordering a nametag, and writing there, the name along with the status? Saras just realized across the street there was another row of houses. And that means he has neighbors. And this woman is one of them.

"I am Saraswati, the wife of Mas Paijo" answered Saras, extending his hand.

"really?" There was a tone of disbelief as well as disappointment there. Saras doesn't know why. He just nodded slightly confirming his statement earlier.

"Ow. I just found out that Mas Paijo is married. And you seem to be very young. Better to be his sister than wife."

In fact Saras his wife, then why is this one neighbor sewot. Saras forced a smile again,

"What does Tutik's mother need?"

"Mas Paijo has been going to Sukorejo since dawn"

"Hmm. I think there is Mas Paijo. You see, my son Siti just finished cooking rawon. His intention is to take Mas Paijo breakfast with that"

"The idea at home is not Mas Paijo"

"My son is very close to Mas Paijo, he often delivers food here, close to him I think they have a relationship"

"You know, Mas Paijo already has a wife!"

"Yourhift...."

Saras gawking, confused, must classify this woman into what kind of living things. Already aged should be if humans are more sensitive and ethical. But since his appearance from a few seconds ago, every word that came out of his mouth was like a mercon. Ceplos-ceplos as good as udelnya.

"It's a pity Mom, maybe it's my same soul mate, hehe...."

Saras' mouth was betrayed, wanting to curse, but what came out was even a joke.

Bu Tutik melengos. "Huh, that's it. Mas Paijo seemed to be just lost. Obviously my son Siti is prettier than you"

"Indeed, the saying goes, sometimes the elephant in the eye is invisible while the ant across the ocean is clearly visible"

"I'm sorry to go home!"

Saras breathed a rough breath. After being detached from a shitty human named Jaelani. Saras thought he would live peacefully here. But it turns out that germs are everywhere.

Elephants in the eye patch, ants across the ocean? Cih, that woman even picked the wrong proverb. Perhaps his intention was to boast of his more beautiful son. But the meaning of the saying is true is not the lack of others easier to see than the lack of self? You strange woman!

The siti? as beautiful as the girl was, Saras became curious. Though aware this will only be a disease. But Saras is still like any other woman. Feeling disturbed if his right turns out to be someone who glances.

****

Saras was waiting for her husband to come home. Several times yawned and several times also his mouth almost entered the mosquito, his wide horn when yawned.

Samar heard a familiar motorbike in Saras' ear. Although it is still quite far from home. But Saras believes it was Paijo, her husband. He jumped up and opened the door wide. And that's right Paijo.

Saras' smile was on its back and wider when he saw the plastic bag gondals on the left handlebar of the Paijo motor. Saras was sure it was food.

"What's the big one?"

"Martabak's gone, your favorite!"

Saras' eyes sparkled, received the package and let her husband push himself into the house. Saras ga wants to help push, heavy, Saras ga strong. Their living room is multifunctional, concurrently workspace as well as motorcycle garage at night.

After opening the bag of martabak as thick as the spring bed, without ba-bi-bu Saras plucking and devouring it. Paijo smiled at his wife's behavior.

"Hini bela-pa Mas?" saras asked with his mouth full of chewing, let alone still a little hot. Making his speech not so clear.

"Snacks, it's still hot hlo!"

Saras grinned, "Sori, this is delicious Mas, how many eggs can be this thick?"

"Special, I asked for seven eggs earlier"

"Why? if it's less I still have two more eggs!" Paijo rolled his eyes. Saras understood the meaning of the egg under there, which is always carried everywhere.

"But!"

Saras sneered and chose to refocus on martabak only.

Paijo. A day working outside, flirting with his wife when he got home, was enough to ease his fatigue. "His husband isn't making that drink? I bought a martabak hlo!"

Saras was already swiftly standing in the kitchen which was fused with the central space where Paijo sat.

"Tea what milk?"

"So, the mistress is before going to bed!"

"Teroos museum!"

"Okay, just don't joke around with Siti"

Paijo scrunched his forehead. He looked at his wife who was stirring warm tea. A little suspicious lest not sugar was put into tea, salt or organic fertilizer. Suppose.

"What the hell?"

"Cie, cie, who turned out to have a secret admirer"

"Ke understand what you're talking about!"

"Awees! Siti, front neighbor!"

Actually Saras wanted to hold her back, at least until later after her husband cleaned up and rested. But Saras was weak. His mouth is very smooth.

"Siti's son Tutik?"

"How many cities are there in this village? of course that Siti, who often deliver food for you, often eat together too right?"

Paijo's nose sniffed. Saras also did not fart. "What is this?" tanya Paijo with a kempis nose.

"You what?" Saras sniffed.

"Oh, it turns out that there are jealous smells, hahaha..."

Gigi Saras fluttered, he was annoyed it was only in the works. "No, who's jealous? I'm just making sure this morning that someone's here for breakfast"

"Who? City?"

"No, mother!"

"While Siti's mother ate breakfast, you should be jealous of her mother, not her child"

"Ga need to be horrified as well, I'm the same Siti never close, she often gives food too who often eat it the Yanto and Yadi"

Saras does not argue. Just trust her husband. He's just curious. "Huh, Miss Tutik said, Siti is prettier than me, is she?"

"Yes town?" Paijo makes annoying thinking faces. Made Saras give a pinch on her husband's thigh.

"no big head, Mas Paijo is not handsome, should be grateful to have a wife as beautiful as me, just look out Mas if you dare to say she is beautiful!"

"But she's a beautiful kog" Saras said.

"But no more beautiful than you"

"Huh, horseshit!"

"Hahaha. now you already know yourself 'kan Saraswati, although not handsome, your husband is charismatic, no wonder many like, your husband also includes the dream daughter-in-law of mothers in this village hlo"

"So you have to take good care of your husband, okay!?"

"Huh, ge-er!"

****

In the morning, Saras lurks from behind the window. Bu Tutik was standing on the side of the road with a girl. Saras believes it's called Siti. Her stature is similar to that of the mother. Tall and big. Bongsor if the Javanese say. But if historians were to say, maybe the mother and the child could be categorized into the group gigantropus erectus.

Dih, her mom says she's beautiful!

Beautiful what try? his nostrils are that wide!

Still good my nose, pointy pointed spiky bamboo!

Don't body shamming Saraswati! that's evil!

Bodo! it's just in the mind. Saraswati smiles feeling victorious. She is definitely prettier everywhere.

Tutik ma'am did not wrong to praise his son indeed, diakan mother. Even since childhood there are no parents who hold their baby children, for example, my son sing elek dewe!

There isn't, is there? all parents must say yes gini, my son sing ayu dewe! nice sing dewe! sing pinter dewe!

Although in reality, her son was not that pretty or as handsome as that.

Saras has been able to draw conclusions, like the style of Bu Tutik. Neighbors who are quite julidin, and talented to be the admin of lambe nyir-nyir account. So from now on Saras decided to put the wall up high. Give a limit, so that the woman is not arbitrarily. Next time maybe the bad talk and the stoves need to be countered. Just look at it later.

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