The Love of Mas Paijo

Chapter 85: Guests

After accompanying Kubro breakfast chicken porridge, Saras toured the square. The green park open to the public is crowded with visitors, of course, it's Sunday. Many of them just sit in the park or accompany their children to play slides and swings in the corner of the park. Or just wash your eyes watching the people who are milling through.

In addition, food vendors also participate enliven the public place. From various wagons of chicken porridge, sate lontong, soto, to siomay, cilok and friends. Paradise for Saras who was fond of jajan.

With sparkling eyes Paijo's wife was waiting in line in front of the cimol cart. Though in his hand has also been carrying various other snacks.

"Sis, you're a small body but the stomach turns out to be a basin huh?! Load a lot, from just now just snack..."

Saras did not answer just laughing in response to Kubro's rant. His eyes were fixed on a large frying pan filled with hot oil used to fry the cimol. Traders who sell are overwhelmed. Fortunately two people, one is in charge of frying and the other is busy serving orders of cool snails in line. So rival Saras lined up with the boys. Until his turn arrives.

"Beautiful mom, how much do you buy?" Saras will not melt just called mbak beautiful, he is even more flattered if the Mr. Budiman is giving thanks, spicy seasoning sow in manyin, for example.

"Twenty thousand make four sir, do poll yes!"

"Yoot..."

"Daily sales here sir?" Saras.

"No Ma'am, it's normal in front of Junior High School 2, it's here on Sunday tok" Saras mangosteen understood.

"Sir, can many spices sow?"

"Here?" ask the Father while putting condiments from plastic bottles.

"Again, hehe..." Kubro nudged Saras shoulder while whispering.

"Loss of His Father! The card!"

"Hishhh!"

"If the spice why buy cimol, buy a spice sow itself, 'there will be..."

"Bak Kubro chatty ihh, like a Junior High, protesting when later also asked" Kubro melengos, nagging his boss' wife is free, he lost continuously.

The Father smiled faintly at Saras and the woman next to him. It was a bit surprising to see them both. One is beautiful like heaven and the other points, filled Kubro himself like what. Wkwkwk...

Saras handed over twenty thousand pennies to the Father. A bag of cimols is in hand, Saras heart is very happy. "thank you sir"

Without them noticing a middle-aged woman was observing them from inside the car.

"Go home now yuk, it's hot now"

Kubro whined as if in this world that was hot was just him.

"Heat healthy morning Ma'am... only eight o'clock, do you want to muter again?"

"Eh, Saraswati, are you good to be born white with ayu, am I? already withered can be withered even more if the heat!"

Saras chuckled and did not forget to denounce Kubro. "Wood kayak kale continue alum yes, it is not good to make vegetables, if so throw it to times!"

"Hmmm.. has pinter!"

"Yawes, let's go home!"

"What's okay?"

"Good wheel chariot, will you?"

"Amit-amit! Indiscriminate if ngiming!"

Before long, the online taxi that was ordered by Saras came. Kubro was amazed when he got into the car. "Oh Allah, I was struck by this, used to ride the dock stinky by a horse, this is home in a camper!"

Kubro, who was born in a coastal area and had little education, was able to glaze over just because he took an online motorcycle taxi. How Saras wants to blaspheme ndeso! but fortunately Saras' mouth still has the elf of humanity.

"How much? definitely expensive?" ask Kubro with his eyes still glazed.

"Don't cry, look at this!" Saras thrusts the app screen on his phone. "I use promos" explained Saras cengengesan.

"Hlah. kog I feel richer than you yes, boarding is more expensive than riding a nice car like this, sometimes the world is not as fair, huaaaa ..."

"Hahaha.so, don't feel poor just because you can only take the dock, the car ride is not necessarily rich, wkwkwk..."

This time Kubro did not argue, he just wanted to enjoy the chill of the AC and the smell of car perfume that Kubro believed he would never forget in his lifetime.

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Saras got out of the online taxi he was riding in, following Kubro who seemed reluctant to go down. Kubro's mouth pouted like a child who was not followed when asking for toys.

Along with their taxi turning back, a white car Saras recognized stopped behind them. Saras heart feels slumped to the knee. I can't believe what he saw. Saras was glued, his eyes immediately glazed over without asking when a woman got out of the car.

"Sheesh..."

"Uuu-mik..."

Kubro who felt around him clouded for a moment, immediately led them into the house. Before the tears both of them completely spilled on the roadside.

Hajah Maesaroh sits on a thin, foamed simple chair that sits in Paijo's multifunctional living room. His views circulated scrutinizing every inch of the room. There are no striking wall hangings let alone valuable items. Just a round wall clock in grey with a red moustache. The half-finished wall also looks plain yet color because it has not been painted.

Saras placed two cups of warm tea on a table located right in front of his mother. Saras tried to toughen up, although he was very longing to hug his mother, but he was embarrassed. Shame has been disobeyed for daring to leave home. At the same time presumptuously married without the blessing of his parents. Saras lowered his head, drowning with that terrible feeling. A few seconds both quiet.

"Can't Paijo find a place to live that is worthy of you?" Saras looked up at his mother.

"Umik, we live together here." Saras said hanging, there was anxiety and guilt that still wrestled in Saras' heart.

"What?! How can Saraswati?!"

Saras was powerless, his tears dripping along with his trembling mouth acknowledging the truth they were hiding. "Ma-af Umik, we-we're married"

Turn Hajah Maesaroh who gaped, his tears followed dripping. "You, what do you think Umik is? have you considered this Umik of yours dead?"

"Can't you tell Umik?"

Saras was not strong, he was scattering, kneeling hugging his mother's feet. His heart is the same. Saras misses his mother, she harbors the longing itself. Without ever complaining to Paijo. Saras did not want her husband to keep thinking and feeling guilty.

"I'm sorry Saras, forgive Saras, huaaaa... huaaa..hiks..."

Both bodies were shaking, crying sobbing. As a mother of course Hajah Maesaroh was disappointed and wanted to scold them with their decision because they were married siri. But on the other hand he also pity because his daughter had to suffer like this. Marry without parental blessing and live a simple life in a home that is far from luxurious.

"I'm sorry Saras Umik, hwaaaa...."

"Say, you are dead. Umik is not willing! Umik waiting for you to come home, not disappear and then, then you know you said you were married! What do you all consider Umik?!"

"Huaaaa...hiks... Saras was afraid of being separated from Mas Paijo again, Saras did not want to marry the person whom Abah betrothed, this is all we can do Umik.. forgive Saras for being reckless like this, srrooooottt....!"

Saras took his mother's hand and forced the woman who had given birth to him to beat her head.

"Hit Saras, hit Saras if Umik mauuuuu.. hwaaa....!"

Hajah Maesaroh where he could beat his son, sobbing he held Saras to do so. Then Saras was caught in his arms.

"Dear you, no matter how much a child is wrong, no mother can hate her child!"

Saras tightened his embrace, Saras did not expect much, just forgiven enough and in a hug like this it was a relief.

"Umik has to go home now, Abah is not feeling well and wants to eat chicken porridge, so Umik saw you, Umik thought it was wrong to see but it was you,"

Saras nodded his head, "Umik Saras asked for help, do not tell this first to Abah, Abah must be angry, must be more disappointed with Saras, and also Saras is still afraid, hiks..."

"Saras believes that one day everything will improve, Saras also continues to pray that Abah opens the door of his heart and will accept Saras' decision..."

"Umik pray Saras too... srooott...!

"Of course, Umik prays for you"

Under the roof of another house, a woman in the guise of Rita Sugiarto peeked out from behind the window curtains. He tiptoed in shock because suddenly his arm was patted by the child.

"Hi! you made mommy tau!"

"look what the hell Mom?"

"That's seeing a camper in front of Paijo's house, who's been visiting?"

"Mother..stop stalking other people's lives!"

"Mas Paijo already has a wife, when can I stop being ambitious to match Siti with Mas Paijo? to the extent that there are guests also Mother kepo"

"Listen to Mom, how many times did I say, Paijo is potentially a rich man, or indeed he is already rich, you must be observant, otherwise rich mana may his wife want to be, paijo is not so handsome, Ibu Saras guess is from a poor family just like us, he is smart to choose a target to rise caste"

Siti sighed harshly, "What if Mom's guess is wrong? What if the rich Saras was willing to leave everything for the not-so-beautiful Mas Paijo?"

"You think this is a Bollywood soap opera huh?"

"Go there if you don't want to take a peek!"

Siti went to open the door, then pretended to take a broom under a mango tree in front of her house. From his position, he could clearly see who the guest of his neighbor's house was. A beautiful middle-aged woman with a robe and a headscarf. Typical appearance of a Hajah-Hajah. The woman kissed Saras face greedily before getting into her luxury car.

Fix the mother.inner Siti.

From behind the window Bu Tutik hissing, because it turns out his son is more intelligent lurking.

"When I said I didn't want to be! Uhhh!"

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You guys have neighbors like that gaess? if I ever had sih🤣🤣🤣

Get used to comments yuk, like also do not forget, for flowers or for happiness can also be very yes...

matursuwun😘😘😘