The Love of Mas Paijo

Chapter: Not Passion

To the market, shopping, grinding meat, helping to sell at the stalls. Tired and bored. That's how Paijo feels. Soul churns.

If so-so when can be rich, when can be successful.

Paijo rubbed the table with a plaid napkin, even though the table was already looking slim. He looked dreamy, thinking about his future which was still gray. Want to step up but how? open a business but what? Obviously selling meatballs is not his passion. He only temporarily underwent this.

"The table is clean! Wrong later the table is sold in people's buy!" sindir cak Sam who had observed his favorite grandson.

Paijo frowned, his behavior was similar to that of a girl who was PMS. "I'm tired of Mbah, until when do I help gini. I don't think there's any development. To the market, grind the meat, drop off a bowl of meatballs, pick up dirty dishes. It keeps its muter. It's boring! No one challenged. I'm sure this isn't my passion!"

"The passion?" Cak Sam was a little confused if invited to chat to England-UKan so. He threw away the money he was planning. Then grab his phone and type that word in the search engine. "How do you spell passion?"

"P-a-s-s-i-o-n!" spell Paijo.

Ms. Sam was silent for a few seconds, at a glance she read the meaning of the word in an article. Now he understands what Paijo means.

"Are you not happy to help your grandfather? Though mbah think will bequeath this meatball stall to you."

Paijo approached the cashier table where the grandfather sat. "Sorry, not that I'm unhappy. I'm lucky to live the same, feel more comfortable compared to home."

"But meatball sales are like this.." There is a pause in Paijo's sentence.

"I feel less hihhh...!" said Paijo as he clenched his hands in the air. "there is no challenge, nor passion. You understand, right?"

"Clearly how? mbah can help what so you can find your hihhhh?!" Said Cak Sam imitating the style of Paijo earlier.

The atmosphere of the stalls that have begun to stretch at night makes their activities not so busy. At nine o'clock in the evening, only a few customers were seen still enjoying their meatballs. Bejo friends are also seen already preparing to clean the stalls, because soon the stalls are closed.

"I'm also confused. Want work that suits your difficult passion like looking for a mate. Do I have to seduce God first, so I can find the right way quickly? which corresponds to my heart's desire!"

Sam's sister sneered again. From yesterday Paijo was mostly thinking than acting. Mbulet said it. "The answer is short and clear. What do you really want to be?"

"Employers.. entrepreneurs!"

"Employ what's clear!"

"Bah also this hlo businessman. You're inherited a meatball stall don't want to! Piye toh suwi-suwi I mouthed mumet ndase. I've been having a headache for a long time!"

"I like to trade. When in Semarang I have tried trading ballang-propeller (other name odading) around after dawn. But profits are not how rich can get rich quickly if you just mengumpulin dime. Where once fit around in pursuit of a dog, run out of baling kawakul not to nimpuk tuh dog!" remember Paijo in his hometown. The work of selling the propeller is certainly without the knowledge of his Father.

"What is your business, who is quick to make money and get rich quick."

"Drug sales are a big risk, get caught in jail. Selling kidneys is too inhumane. Am I a tuyul cattle mbah? more humane because we benefit the subtle creatures, and do not break the law either, anyway there is no law."

Sam's sister was in a daze, she felt her grandson's sanity level decreased as the night wore on. "Wake up son, sleep on your side!"

"Buakakakakaka." a thunderous laughter made everyone turn to the source of the laughter. Seen a middle-aged man with a plontos head laughed out loud at the grandfather vs. grandson chat session. Hurriedly the man covered his mouth, when he realized he had become the center of attention. "Hum...!"

Cak Sam and Paijo shuddered in horror. Lest the man get into a meatball demon possession. Or he's an 81-buyer whose brain nerves are severed one. Rather than seeing two other people of that generation looking at him suspiciously. The man walked over, but the meatballs in his bowl were over he ate.

"I'm sorry I was so slow to hear your conversation. I laugh because your conversation is so funny to me." The man reached out his hand and introduced himself without question.

"Include my name Irwan but not Irwan Musri her husband Maia Estianty hlo huh. Hehe..."

"Just be honest."

Irwan scrunched his forehead. "Throughout the generations why it's called an edition. Even my name is cooler than your name' young man!" Irwan chuckled amusedly while Paijo looked reluctant to listen to this chatter.

"Had Ranvir Al Ghazali's real name. Let's just say Paijo is just his stage name!" Cak Sam defended his grandson from the practice of bullying by the man before him.

"Sorry, I'm just joking, don't take it seriously. Does Paijo need a job? I happen to have a study factory in the Malang area here. I need people to help, rather I'm looking for people who can be invited to work together."

"I'm the one who's funding you who works in the field. We share the results. So if we want to be some kind of partner. I'm not your boss, but a work partner. How interested?"

Paijo gawked yet to understand the direction of this conversation. "Can you give me a little picture?"

"Hahaha... still confused huh? this is my business card. If you want please come to this address. Let you see firsthand what I'm offering."

"So I'm done eating and I really enjoy this meatball. I say thank you very much. Can I pay now?"

"Maxo one, iced orange and three crackers. How many?"

Hearing the offer, Sam felt this was a good opportunity for his grandson. He felt that the person before him could be trusted as well. "Tomorrow I make sure he comes to your address. For the meat tonight there is no need to pay. If my granddaughter can work with you. Of course I'll be very happy."

"Haa..really? I thank you for the deal. I have to go now. Tomorrow don't forget to come. I wait."

Paijo gave a small nod, inwardly also he had not yet decided whether to come. Irwan passed by leaving them after saying goodbye.

"Ih Mbah, kog play in love free. Who knows if he's our ngibulin. Sok nawarin job when you want to get free. Nowadays various modes of deception are many, creative and varied. He also has no pleasantries. Could lose us!"

"This is you! Mbah sincerely loves. Be well-prejudiced, who knows this offer is your path to success! Even if he's lying we don't lose much."

"Change free one portion, hla you just can give three servings directly to others. How much does hayo cost?"

Paijo scratched his head, thinking he wrapped up the three meatballs without his grandfather's knowledge. His grandfather noticed too.

"That's a different story!"

"Hm... Mbah. Understand that!" said Sam with a contemptuous look.

Meanwhile Saras chokes while eating meatballs given by Paijo.

"Uhuk... uhuk! which water is water?"

Rani quickly filled the glass with water and handed it to Saras. "Eat slowly! We also have our own kog, won't ask for yours."

"Hm. I think someone is talking to me. Or is Paijo not willing to give this?"

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