The Love of Mas Paijo

Chapter 94: Support of a Wife

Paijo just finished talking to Om Irwan over the phone. The man who is credited with showing the way of business for Paijo was offered a new project, which is an order of wooden frames for fabric rolls. Because the company does not allow to accept the order. Because the delivery of goods that are too far when done in Malang. While the company that invites cooperation itself is in Bandung.

So Om Irwan gave the project to Paijo. If Paijo is able, of course the rupiah coffers will be more smoothly flowing in his account. Paijo enthusiastically accepted the order initially. But Saraswati's husband is now sitting in his big chair while massaging his forehead.

Need additional funds for the operational costs of sending the order. For example, renting a container truck only takes tens of millions of rupiah for one delivery from Semarang to Bandung. Paijo is confused about where to look for an injection of funds from. Debt in the bank? If you can not.

"Think what?" Saras asked as he placed a cup of black coffee on Paijo's desk.

"Dizziness..." Paijo answered. He didn't want his wife to think. Let him be the one from Saras not. Even though the couple should share with each other.

"Do you want me to get a pijitin?"

Paijo would curse himself if Saras' hands did so. "No, where can I ask for your massage. You're tired of taking my son everywhere all day"

"I should be the one who mijitin you" Paijo explained and sipped his coffee.

Saras looked pensive, she knew her husband was in trouble. Saras wanted to know, although not much help, at least she wanted to be a place to share for her husband. Seeing his wife's face so, Paijo so not heart.

"Would you do me a favor?"

Saras shone, "What?"

Paijo pushed his chair a little back and smiled ignorantly, "sit here!"

Tell Paijo while patting his thigh. Saras glared, only to be asked to sit on her husband's lap.

"What the hell, I'm heavy!"

"eat try first here, still strong ga admitted"

"but promise you a story, why are you dizzy? What was? I also want to know..."

Now Saras' body weight rests entirely on Paijo's thigh. Saras' hands were wrapped around her husband's neck. Afraid that his chair would collapse. Their views clashed, and one of Saras's hands went down the head of Paijo, down to the earlobe, then to the neck, and was restrained in the chest of Paijo's field.

"Now a story, what's up?"

How Paijo will tell the story. Dizziness in his head now even transformed into dizziness as one part of his body stiffened down there. The outrageousness just holds the effect is amazing turns out.

"Yes I have come down, yes, you have no kog story, even I am a burden to you" Saras was about to stand from Paijo's lap but was held.

"Absolutely not, you're not heavy at all!"

"sit down, don't move much"

"This is how good I am, my belly is gone"

Saras pursed his lips. Very annoyed because Paijo still does not want to tell a story even though it has been seduced.

"You want to hear me tell you a story?" Saras.

"but promise not to make your mind!?"

"yes promise..."

Paijo sighed long enough before telling a story. Then he grabbed Saras' head to lean on his chest. Then gently rubbed his wife's head.

"I need an injection of funds, Om Irwan just offered a new project. If the deal, we need a large enough capital"

"If I calculate the cost of production can still be covered, but for the delivery services that I have no shadow of funds"

"Where to send Mas?"

"Bandung" Paijo exhaled another coarse breath.

"Oh, far away yeah, out of town."

"You're not trying to nego the company there, maybe you want to pay in advance half that, enough for the cost of shipping?"

"Udah, but there won't be. Ask us to back up all at the beginning. Global direct payment at the end after the goods arrive"

"Yes, but can you really trust me? I'd better ask for a down payment first,"

"Om Irwan who guarantees, because this is a company owned by a close friend"

Saras could only murmur Oh, and then seem to think. Saras wants to help, but is her husband willing to accept her help.

"Udah don't think! let me think about how good it will be"

"Ah.. so want a drag-anget"

Saras upholds the body. "Don't go in the mode!"

Must be her husband asking for rations again. Saras knows all too well such codes.

"What's? your mind likes to go in that direction."

"Pengen anget-anget, meaning I want to drink wedang ronde"

"Hish.. you are!"

"Hahahaha.buy yoh, I'm coming"

"Start!"

"I'll get you a jacket first, let's not get the night wind"

"False Mas"

The clock shows it's half ten in the evening, when they're out of the house. Looking for sellers wedang round up the town square. It is only there that exists. Kaliwungu Square always has its own story for anyone who visits. In addition to being a culinary center, not far from there is also a grand mosque that now stands majestically with yellow light that soothes the five senses.

Saras looked at Al Muttaqin Mosque from where it stood. The feeling of peace rippled in his heart. Moreover, the square already looks hollow. Only a few tents are open. The streets are also down. Every now and then there is a motorbike or car passing by.

Paijo and Saras decided to just wrap their order round.

"At home drinking well, if here we can-can not go home, fun to talk"

"To this night square it turns out it feels different yes Mas"

"I like it. it's not crowded, it's good for wind"

"Drink the same bajigur snacking salty tofu"

"It can be until midnight if it hangs out"

"Oh yeah? while playing a game for sure"

Paijo chuckled, "He used to be young, if now he has been converted"

"Have wanted to be a father, mending the same wife at home"

"It's cool of me..."

"Yes cool...!" cibir Saras then smiled proudly at her husband.

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Tomorrow, after careful thought, Saras ventured to speak. What's wrong with trying. If her husband refused her help, she would not force it. His style, though Saras tetep will force. Hiya ...

Today Paijo came home early. After taking a shower and finishing with his dinner, Paijo relaxed watching the news on television while having a coffee. Saras came out of the room with a box and sat down beside Paijo. Paijo is still focused on the news so he does not pay much attention to what his wife brings.

"Yes..."

Saras was still confused where to start. All this time he had not been able to tell if his mother ever brought his jewelry box. Hajah Maesaroh once advised to keep it may need. And Saras felt he needed it this time. Saras wants to help her husband.

Paijo turned his head, from the tone Saras called his name alone was like attention. Paijo felt there was something Saras wanted to say. Until his eyes were fixed on a box in Saras's lap.

"What's that?"

"Mas, I'm sorry I haven't told you yet"

"Last time Umik brought this, my jewelry collection Mas"

"Umik says it can be worn in case I need it"

"You use this Mas, sell it for additional capital of your business"

"I rarely wear them either"

"Rather than idling at home, mending make money in puterin' will be more useful"

Paijo. Saras was afraid. Her husband was offended. Saras lowered his head not daring to look at Paijo's face.

A few seconds later, Paijo grabbed Saras' hand and grabbed it. "Thank you baby, but I can't accept this, it's yours,"

"I just can't buy you that much jewelry, you keep it"

"Yesterday you promised me hlo, don't come to this thinking"

Hah, it's true that it's been rejected...

"But I want to help you, Mum,"

"If it is sold, I can not necessarily replace buying it like that, it must also be valuable to you"

"Udah, don't go. Find a loan outside"

"or stuck, we better not accept the offer"

"Don't Mas! this is a great opportunity for your business to grow"

"Please, don't turn down my help Mas"

"My own is yours too"

Then both are silent. Drown with each assumption.

"Or just Mas!" Saras thanks his brain, because this kind of situation is able to give a pretty brilliant idea.

"We just pawn this, later if your business continues to return the capital, we can redeem again, you so no need to worry about me losing this, I lost this, thank goodness I will be bought new jewelry with you, hehe ... how?"

"Win-win solution!"

"We pawned yah!" rayu Saras again.

"Stop problems without problems!" Saras chuckled after mimicking the pawnshop's slogan.

Paijo smiled and rattled his wife's hair in a fit of anxiety. It might be a good idea to get help from his wife. Rather than getting caught up in the business of bank loans. The progress is good too. Paijo sure could work.

"Alright, I'll take your help, I pawn this first"

"I promise I will try hard for this nebus later"

"Thank you, you've supported me so far"

"Okay Mas, I can help you"

Saras was relieved and satisfied after Paijo received his help.

That's like a household. Must be able to carry royong and share. It is not wrong to say that there is a saying,

'Behind the success of the husband is a great wife.' May we be one of those great wives!

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Thank you 😘