When I Meet You (Romantic Scandal)
Passover

From inside the building, painted in light brown, Paijo observed Michelle's car away from her place of work while breathing a sigh of relief.

Between happy and sad, Paijo even cringe at the thought of ‘kukan and kebablasan’ which consequently can change his fate later.

Let's think clearly, Jo.

Your bojom candidate is not just a candidate.

Big expenditure, your pockets are mediocre.

Conscious. Your love will surely be as bitter as a slanted hat.

Paijo who served as the housekeeper's treasurer turned around while greeting his colleagues.

Agus, from the order and security department greeted him after seeing Paijo's arrival outside the village fence.

“Tumben car bump, Jo? Among whom it was, I saw her hair blonde, her skin white.” Agus nudged his elbow while raising his eyebrows.

“Michelle... sister temenku ngampus.” replied Paijo accordingly. But his eyes looked panicked, anxiety filled his heart when several other colleagues came to him after Agus announced very fresh news for the fathers who had tasted the taste of having gray hair and carrying grandchildren.

“Know to us-it is, Jo.” persuaded Agus enthusiastically. “Rarely you know there is the same thing bule, clean again until you want to nganter you work. That's bad luck must be bule.”

Paijo can not blame the beauty of Michelle, but to introduce her to the garland in front of her named Agus Sukoco and the fathers married and children where possible. Find problem.

Michelle's mine, uh.

Paijo turned on the computer cpu while sighing. “The child here is just a picnic mas, no intention to find a soul mate wong he already has a hand. Jogja person his soul mate.” I without hesitation fulfill the rejection is more serious. Michelle will be his mistress, for sure, before her dealings with Puspita and the family are over.

Already so Michelle dreams with him and the existence of Agus Sukoco who is friendly and single ngenes + younger and. his skin looks sweet brown from him will be easy to make Michelle look away.

Agus is undaunted. “Yo at least familiar to us-we while copying it in angkringan front of the village.” persuasion trivial, “Ya...? For those acquaintances let us have experience with Caucasian, Jo!”

”In Malioboro many mas, what in Prawirotaman. Dozens, stay at select.” Paijo replied with a race.

The bell sensor rang, everyone turned their heads towards the entrance.

“Wih... ndoro bei Kusumonegoro raw. Jian... Salim sik ah..” Sekonyong kelurahan employees took turns shaking hands with Kusumonegoro who wore the clothes of the courtiers barefoot.

Not without reason Kusumonegoro called ndoro bei, in addition to being an elder and a courtier, Kusumonegoro is the caretaker of sacred tombs in his village.

Paijo patted the forehead with a roll of paper. Sired. He stood up, welcoming his father who brought a photocopian of marriage conditions on the map.

“What's up, Sir?” tanya Paijo as calm as possible with Javanese krama.

Kusumonegoro put the map on the table with a serious face as well as a mangkel. Instead of coming home last night, Paijo actually stayed at the oyo.

“Father wants to take care of your wedding with Michelle!”

Paijo gaped dramatically. Is this as fast as his responsibility? Wohs... Edan iki, crazy. Not finished yesterday, a new problem came.

Seeing his friend like a person sambet demit duwet tree behind the village, Agus menonyor Paijo shoulder. “Lah plonga... This is the marriage terms!”

Paijo pulled out the yellow map from Agus' hand to open it.

”We talked outside, Sir.” Paijo took his father's hands gently, his steps followed the rhythm of his father's manners even though his heart wanted to hurry continuously.

In a small pendopo that is usually used for leyeh-leyeh visitors to the village. Paijo still remembered his mother's message before dying of chronic diabetes that he suffered so as not to be proud to pay attention to his father.

Paijo crouched down in front of his father who clenched his lips firmly. Still hurt he with his son's practice that does not reflect the suri tauladan that many times he taught since childhood.

“I'm definitely fully responsible, sir. But give me some time, don't try anything like this. Shy later by ourselves later we.” Paijo shook his head small. That's not how it works. “Ya... I handled my wedding files myself after I met Dominic.”

Kusumonegoro pointed backwards, towards the village field that was used every afternoon for soccer practice.

“The car is there, wait for you? Yes?” Kusumonegoro moved to point at Paijo's face now.

“Where were you last night? Continuing what you saw last night?”

Paijo sighed with forced patience. ”I told him to go for a walk first, sir. I'll see you later for a discussion of our problems last night.” He shook his head, “In the hotel, different rooms. Not to continue, mr.” Wong we just a light hug kept separated, he added that can only be in the heart.

Kusumonegoro took off his blangko, making Paijo urung calm because never blangkon his father released with such sad mimic.

Kusumonegoro looked at her with eyebrows clinging under the cold, shady morning horizon.

“Remember one thing you should keep in mind, Jo.” Kusumonegoro put a blangkon on his son's head.

“Your salary is smaller than the two women which means you can control them.”

“Ngerti, Sir.” Paijo nodded with a gloomy face. Suddenly remembered his own salary, salary Puspita let alone Michelle's salary. Add pulsating his head. Bede caste. Different flow. Especially spending.

Kusumonegoro looked at his son sympathetically as if he knew what his son was thinking.

“The present age of the household is not fully filled with love and lust, Jo. But money..” Kusumonegoro pointed at the field. “The woman brought a car. You only have a Honda so you have the pride to bring people's children to the room. Aren't you ashamed?"

”No, Sir.” Paijo shook his head, only that he immediately jolted to himself because of his answer. Paijo smiled clumsily. ”Dominic grounded, I know. Her sister must be the same.”

“Terus Puspita?” timpal Kusumonegoro's.

Paijo replied. “Puspita..” Groping his heart again, Paijo scrawled some moments he spent with Puspita Anggraeni. A man who works like a horse. Hairy, assertive, has an irony smile, is not romantic but tries to be faithful amid the temptations of his seniors.

“I can't compare the two, Sir.” said Paijo honestly.

Kusumonegoro pulled both corners of his lips, forming a concerned smile.

“Think well before lurutin lust!” Taking the blangkon on his son's head, Kusumonegoro stood up while leaving Paijo.

In the village field, Michelle who tried to contact Dominic while leaning his body on the car body was surprised to see the arrival of Kusumonegoro.

He nodded and let go of the smile and flicked his curled hair.

“Sign in, Sir. Sign in... Monggo.” Michelle opened the car door, Kusumonegoro sat in the car seat on his side while rubbing his dirty feet before stepping on the interior of Michelle's car.

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