The Love of Mas Paijo

Chapter 90: In the Lonely Round

Hajah Maesaroh has been discharged after three days in hospital. His personal equipment has been neatly arranged in a light brown tote bag. Haji Bagong has also finished taking care of the hospital administration. Time home.

Haji Bagong himself was so happy because his wife was healed and could go home. Although his wife's attitude is still as cold as an ice block, it's okay, if not tomorrow it is tomorrow again, Haji Bagong is sure Hajah Maesaroh will return to soften him.

But when they were in the car. One fact must make Haji Bagong think again about his thoughts earlier.

"Take me home to my parents,"

Haji Bagong choked, fortunately did not forget to breathe. "Why? why don't you go home?"

"Well remember the doctor's message, right? I still need rest, I shouldn't be depressed or have a lot of thoughts"

"What's staying with me, you feel that way?"

"yes.." replied Hajah Maesaroh straightforwardly. She did not dare to look at her husband. His gaze was straight through the windshield of the car before him. While Haji Bagong of course held his anger secretly. All this time no one dared to defy his orders, neither his extended family let alone his wife. But now, his children and wife had even dared to fight against him. Not against, but rather dare to behave. How is mental health more important, right?

"Maesaroh.we should not be discussing this now. I was disappointed when I found out that you were secretly meeting the boy,"

"THAT KID?" this time Hajah Maesaroh dared to raise his voice. "That kid Abah said?"

"HE'S OUR SON!!!"

"Auchhhhh....!!!" Hajah Maesaroh groaned, holding his head, his head back dizzy as his emotions exploded. Though this was only the beginning they spoke after many days Hajah Maesaroh silenced his mouth.

"Hi.. did I say, you're still sick, we're going home now, don't discuss this first!"

All of a sudden Haji Bagong, his wife Maesaroh, of course he was worried about the state of his wife.

"Please.I want to go home to my parents' house" Hajah Maesaroh said, still holding his throbbing head.

"okay! I'll take you to the Mothers' house, but for a few days, you can be there"

"I'll go home by myself, if I want to go home"

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Meanwhile at home, Saras is worried after finding out that his mother has fallen ill. Yesterday, he was with Paijo at his house. Of course after making sure Haji Bagong is not at home. Saras and Paijo just stood in front of the gate, then got the information from Malik, the security guard who stood guard that morning.

The rest, Malik did not want to tell where his mother was being treated. Saras swore he would be fired if one day he was re-recognized by Haji Bagong as his son.

Saras' head suddenly dizzy. Eating is tasteless. Wanted every time to accompany Paijo but that was also impossible. Her husband was too busy outside the house. Actually Saras is also bored at home, although a little he can also help Paijo work at home. Watching the workers, for example.

Saras can only pray that Umik soon recover and can return to visit him here.

Umik, sorry Saras has not been able to visit Umik..huaaaa ...

Saras was crying alone in the room. On the other side his stomach was cramping. Saras guesses if his monthly guests will come back. It is better to sleep first, who knows after waking up later everything will be fine. His dizziness will disappear, his stomach cramping as well. I hope his mood improves too. Slowly but surely, a subtle snoring sounded. Saras fell asleep with tears still wet around his eyes and cheeks.

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Only now oh I feel

Having no wife is lonely

There is no place to pour

My sense of longing oh and affection

Only a month was I abandoned

O Allah, O Lord, avoid the temptation of Shaythan

Only now oh I feel

Having no wife is lonely

There is no place to pour

My sense of longing oh and affection

Only a month was I abandoned

O Allah, O Lord, avoid the temptation of Shaythan

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...Duda-mas'ud...

One month passed, Haji Bagong was stuck alone sitting in the living room inside his palace. No more smiles of his wife or the laughter of his children. Haji Bagong is lonely. He felt the walls, the huge gold-plated bell clock, the family photos on the wall, all laughing at his solitude. Is it only now that he can feel the sadness, or has he been smart to cover up the sadness?

Haji Bagong is not a widower who lives dead his wife, nor is a barren man who then has no children. His own selfishness and harshness caused him to lose his family. His two children left, and now his wife did not want to be persuaded to go home.

Sayup-sayup heard the chant of the old dangdut song. It came from the right wing of his house. The place where the house assistants live. Including the guards' rooms.

Only now oh I feel

Having no wife is lonely

There is no place to pour

My sense of longing oh and affection

Only a month was I abandoned

O Allah, O Lord, avoid the temptation of Shaytan....

"THAT SHIT!!!!"

"WHO WOULD DARE PLAY THAT SONG!!!!'

The cry of Haji Bagong was followed by the sound of a vase of flowers breaking due to his wrath.

STAFF...!!!!

No one said, the household assistants chose to pretend to sleep rather than accept the tantrums of Haji Bagong.

While Malik who became a suspect, because it had played the song while drinking coffee next to the house, immediately turned off the music. Malik curses himself inwardly, and suddenly hates the box of music that he has been proud of his sharp and clear voice.

"AGGGGHHHHHH....!!!!" Haji Bagong shouted hysterically. The sound of broken glass is heard again. At its peak, the golden-plated bell clock did not escape being the target of his rampage.

"I'm crazy! Haha...."

"I'm crazy because I've been living in my son and wife!!!!!"

"Your satisfaction?!!!! SATISFIED???!!!!!"

"SATIS Y'ALL LAUGHING AT ME HUH?!!!"

"OR DO YOU WANT ME DEAD HUH!????"

"HAHAHA... I WON'T! MY TREASURES ARE MANY, I WILL LIVE ANOTHER TWO THOUSAND YEARS!!!"

His arrogance long ago defeated Fir'aun huh?

"YOU POOR PEOPLE WILL DIE FIRST, HAHAHA...."

"UHUK, UHUK, UHUK!!!!!!"

Haji Bagong coughed after berating maki unclear.

In the room two women of different ages, shuffled under the blanket while whispering.

"Mesti kae Malik sing nyetel dangdutan mau, tenan pendent beef jerky!"

"Let's go, the marshy Tuan Kaji, the koyo ngono..."

"Mr Yem, Kono tilik'i sampean, Mr. Kaji nak kenopo-nopo, I'm wedi!"

"Great! mbok thinks I'm a wedi shelf. I've spent decades talking about Mr. Kaji, krungu suarane wae I wes crooked!"

"Yawes Mak, mengko dewe risk-resik nak Tuan Kaji wes mlebu room"

"Koyo ngono yo, mergo ulae dewe, son of bojo until the shelf at home ning omah"

"Free sugih, uripe languishes!"

"Hush! Your cup, Ojo kebablasen want to talk! Mr. Kaji mireng, die kuwe!"

"HMmmbbbbc.... Iki I'm looking at Mak!"

And that night the atmosphere at Haji Bagong's house was so gripping. Not a single person dared to approach the owner of the house. Haji Bagong wept, deep-seated nelangsa, hated himself. Failing to be a husband and father to his children.

"Home home, I'm home alone, if you stay here, who am I at home?"

"It should be, Abah realized so, before our two daughters left,"

"We are getting older, who will accompany us, take care of us, if Abah considers our children dead, even though they are still alive!'

"I will not go home until Abah is conscious and willing to accept them back!"

Pieces of his conversation with the wife again ringed in the ear of Haji Bagong.

"NO! IT MIGHT BE THAT EASY!"

"AH!!!"

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