The Love of Mas Paijo

Chapter 84: The Fad of Let Kapok!

Saras does not know his full name, Siti Nurbaya, Siti Amalia, or Siti Nurhaliza?

What was clear was that the wide-nose hollow girl had been teasing him for the past two days. Not much to say, but it's troubling. Siti has again appeared standing in front of the house with her mother. Who else if not Miss Gigantropus.

"GOOD MORNING MAS PAIJO!!!" that's the voice of Tutik Bu not Siti. Saras so doubtful, this is his mother or his son who is nervous.

It was still too early for an ordinary human to go to the market. Yesterday Bu Tutik used that excuse to lay down his son. Now especially?

"Mas Paijo, Siti nutut again yes, I kog kepinang baling ballang near the square. So ask Siti who buyin. Numpang ya Mas..."

Paijo threw a glance at Saras. His wife was blatantly declared last night not willing if Paijo piggybacking Siti. Siti's long hand shadow coiled around Paijo's waist really disturbed Saras' heart. Though Paijo has also said if there is no such scene. Siti wasn't that brave.

"Eummmm... gima-na huh?" Paijo wants to refuse but is not good with Bu Tutik.

"Huh! Mas Paijo will not bother? still in the same direction!"

Saras unconsciously bit his own lower lip. Infuriated by not knowing himself Miss Tutik. While Siti was just a silent herd, not making a sound. If only Siti was nervous openly, maybe Saras would not think twice to grab the fur of his nose. Don't forget Siti's wide nostrils, it must be easy for Saras.

"Emm.. Yeah, come on!"

"Honey, I go to work first, you don't get tired. If you're cooking, buy it, don't eat late, okay?"

Again, Saras had to be willing to let go of her husband's departure by piggybacking on another woman. Siti gave a small nod to Saras before piggybacking with a smooth movement. Saras could not read Siti's eyes. Whether it feels bad or a mere camouflage. As a word, Siti does not clearly play a protagonist or antagonist here.

His legs level will not be difficult to step up to the motorcycle owned by Paijo. But still his hand had stopped by holding on to Saras' husband's shoulder. Saras is not willing. It was very curious to quickly ask Paijo to take off the jacket, soaking it with detergent a lot so that the former handle immediately faded.

"Haaahhhh.." I heard an annoying sigh. "They're very compatible, aren't they?"

"Seneng see!" then a little laugh mocked.

Said Ma'am Tutik without sin. Though his sins are many.

Saras did not know what kind of expression to have, which obviously it is good for Bu Tutik to leave immediately. Before Saras turned into barongan.

"Ahhh..I forgot to still muter the washing machine earlier, excuse me to go home first,"

"You too, if you are a diligent wife, do not be lazy, wash clothes, clean the house, cook if you want to eat, do not buy anything!"

Fortunately from the beginning Saras was able to assess how Bu T-U-T-I-K was. If it's not that smart to judge people, maybe it's mental Saras.

"Ahhh ... thanks Mom for the free advice, but Miss Tutik heard it himself, right? My husband is slow, tired nyuci can be in laundry, males cook can delivery, even if the males clean the house, I was told to stay for help just like that mbak Kubro."

The creature he named appeared waving his hands. Some days Kubro, who is a woman but has a heavy voice typical of the man, is in charge of cooking for lunch workers.

"Hi Sis! What time is the market?"

"Later seven o'clock, so early to the market also want what? Nyapu market?" Saras hopes that the neighbor across the house is shunned.

Tutik ma'am looked up and passed away. Even a lump of Kubro was not considered at all.

"Well, is it Mak dropped by early in the morning already circulating?"

"Haha..." Saras directly ngakak. Saras thought he was the only one who judged Bu Tutik with an evil mouth, it turned out that it was not an open secret. Even Kubro called it by the nickname Mak Lampir.

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Throughout the journey Paijo just silent. He felt also no obligation of stale ado to the girl sitting behind him. If you want to talk too, should not Siti who has the status of a hitchhiker who took the vote.

But in fact the girl was just as silent as yesterday.

"Thank you" said Siti after getting off the Paijo motorbike.

"Yes"

Just like that, after that Paijo drove his bike towards Kendal-Weleri. Paijo doesn't want to bother. His intention is to work to earn a living for his wife at home.

Until after arriving at one of the wooden depots, the phone rang. Vidio calls from Saras's princess.

"Will we get to Mas?"

"Newly, this is also not yet off the helmet you have just called, why? worried that her husband is missing?" Saras was seen chuckling on the screen.

"No, just want to mention it. If you see a motorcycle wash, don't forget to stop by!"

"Astaghfirullah...." Paijo grunting. Last night to appease his wife, he himself joking will immediately wash his motorbike when the Siti piggybacking on him again, now his own talk. Haha...

"Don't forget Mas asked for payment receipt, nowadays there should be nothing black on white, right?" Saras chuckled again.

A little crazy and overrated, but that's okay. Paijo motorbike is dirty. The latter rain often drenches the earth, it certainly makes the road a little muddy and dirty the motor.

Paijo and Saras do not want the Siti problem that even their last name does not know to be a seed of problems in their household. They are committed not to fight, just have to understand each other like before.

We just had a fight on the bed!

Paijo said last night. And Saras agreed with that one thing.

Happiness and peace in a family, who else is working if not our own. Minimizing unnecessary quarrels is the best way to reach a sakinah, mawadah, warohmah family. Paijo and Saras will work together for it.

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Saras will not let Siti or Bu Tutik get a glass or a plate because he managed to ride three times on her husband. Today must fail. In the morning Saras had taken a bath, had cooked, already fragrant and dressed up pretty.

That was exactly what Saras had suspected. Miss Gigantropus erectus beroni Rita Sugiarto was back to meet them at the door.

This time Siti who was held by the mother looked pouting. Like a dispute.

"Mas Paijo is leaving?" tanya Bu Tutik ignored Saraswati who had stood beautiful like a Barbie doll.

"Yes ma'am, can I help you?" ask Paijo about it this time. Saras had trained him to dialogue earlier, and Paijo should be able to do it as per the script.

"Ahh, Mas Paijo is very good"

"This Siti wants to ride again until the square, kayak yesterday"

"Oh... Today want to buy especially Mom?" tanya Paijo pretended to bego.

"Ckk, he didn't tell me to buy more balls Mas, yesterday I asked for sesame, instead he bought the usual, Mom where like!"

It is fortunate to ask for food propellers, not bamboo propellers have Doraemon. Repot the Siti if you have to go back and forth between Indonesia and Japan.

"Ehem... sorry Bu Tutik, but it seems like today Ma'am Siti can not be with Mas Paijo deh, because I also want to bonceng to the square, how?"

Tutik knitted his forehead, then scanned Saras' appearance from bottom to top.

"What are you going to buy there?" tanya Bu Tutik with sharp eyes.

"So, should ya and and that's just to doang square?"

I swear, the mouth of Tutik seems to have been trained to move. Saras only wears cusion and lip balm. Slightly sprayed perfume on his shirt. If it looks beautiful is not the fault Saras dong. Maybe it's time for Saras to show off. Giving lessons that may not have been obtained by Miss Tutik during school.

"I want to buy white thread with sewing needles Mom, how?"

"or Miss Tutik want to buy nitip ballang at once? which side do you usually buy?"

Miss Tutik stomped her feet, bought some thread and a needle? you can also buy it at a shop near here. Huh! Asem! the child still smells this wry, smart as well as it turns out!

Well how, Bu Tutik can just buy a ballang-propeller to the square even though the close ones are also many. It is not wrong Saras if follow more nyleneh.

"No need! let Siti buy it!" replied Tutik sewot. Then holding Siti across back to their home.

Paijo ruffled his wife's hair and chuckled together. "Basic naughty! whose wife is this?"

"Mas Paijo dong's wife! Haha..."

Saras locked the door, then sat satisfied with her husband. "Close embrace ah...this is not my husband, where is your husband?"

Not really buying yarn and needles. Saras went down in the square to breathe the morning air. Kubro was waiting for him there. Nothing like this at all. Saras hopes that tomorrow there is no more drama hitchhiking is not clear to just buy this and that. Let kapok!

"You be careful on the road! Call it okay, but promise to be safe until you get home!"

Paijo chuckled, his wife is adorable. "Yes.you shall not take long walks."

"Bro, my wife's nitip, take care if anyone tempts her!"

"You can't be flirty either!"

"But...!"

"Aweee.co.cuit-cuit you two! so I want to work that way..."

"Who's the guy?" ask Paijo.

"Everyone cooks like a banyan tree!" kubro Cibir.

"The banyan tree is just as bad as you! Haha..."

"That's it...Sis, you believe meuh dong! your husband is evil as I am!"

"Haha... It's Mas! kasian Mbak Kubro's. You're hlo, even though you really shouldn't say that you know..."

"No, same as Saras! Sebel!"

Kubro stomped his feet back. The half-man woman was indeed strange, her voice was heavy but pretentious to insignificance. Paijo and Saras laughed again.

"Udah Mommy don't pout! Let me buy chicken porridge!"

Mbak Kubro also sparkled. If you go with Saraswati, there is no need to fear hunger. Eat, snack, eat, snack, smooth anyway.

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Sorry to be writing again, busy in the real world. Be advised of dimeh fighters and common housewives,😁

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