Chasing Barokah
MB #1. QUARTILE
...Blurbs...
...Love comes like a way to Rome, not just one way. Like the story of Alladin, 1001 nights. But clearly, he will come because of his sincerity, affection and togetherness....
Really? Wow!😯
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"Hello world, this is DJ Amber.let's start the party!!" the thrill of turning the panel on the disc jockey'nya tool and then he put the earphones in the ear to sharpen the touch of musicality.
The high-intensity spirit is used to meet the eardrums of music lovers, so that chapped all the eardrums replace using cow's skin drum. The world seems to have no curfew because it will always be on fire by humans who are tireless.
This is the life of Shanneta Amber, a 23.5-year-old girl who turns night as day and day into night, and afternoon so what? Prokkkk prokkk! Many times his mother always asked Amber to quit her world, but the graduate girl of business management school rejected the mother's proposal, he said he was already in the comfort zone.
Tracks!
Mother turned on the lights between the darkness of the room, not yet awakened she then opened the room curtain until it turned to the end.
Srekks!
Still not awake he opened the bedroom window so that the morning air attacked the skin.
NJEBLAG!
The sound of a room window that opened wide, if he could just collapse the walls of the room so that the sun and air really enter without permission and greetings before.
The second girl, really rich in palm oil, misah own life as people. Though the only sister is a good woman, veiled and a staff of the state sharia bank, anyway the ideal woman, who after working as a child, mother of children after her dream, her beauty is no doubt inside out, top down, front back, let's say only pan tatnya doang that looks, but still good looking!
His eyebrows frowned even though the eyelids were still reluctant to open, as if he was tightly masked by the belek and eyeliner, not to mention mascara and false eyelashes, widihh kebayang already rich whatever the eyes, not to mention mascara and false eyelashes, about a rich ciliwung that many trash kalo again in the test season, hail-nyanggat ngga koruan.
"Yahoooo!!!" shouted the mother, as soon as the eyes bought a great like a Balinese dancer, forcing the dirt crashed away.
Amber sat down and raised both hands, making the mother chuckle and point the broom handle toward her son's waist, "raise up!"
Aware of her mother's mischievous behavior, Amber throbbed her hands down, "mother!" the dizziness that whack made him unable to go back to sleep, even though he had just fallen asleep at 2 am earlier this day.
Amber decided to go to the bathroom just doing her morning ritual like most people, mengcengin toilet lips for storage.
"The girl woke up early in the morning! Prayers of dawn to shine! Invite a mate and windfall," however upset she is, Amber is still her favorite daughter, after the husband is gone, she lives with two daughters, a daughter-in-law and a grandchild. Yep! Sis Syifa lives here with her husband mas Syarif.
"Later Neta put the old night light takbiran in idung, eyes, cheeks, chin with the same head to shine! The match does not need to be picked up, pesenin aja ojol later also come!" the answer is not so clear, because his mouth is so busy talking and brushing teeth. He widened his grin, but there was still a nyempil ji gong or the smell of hell scent left behind.
"Done up! Suitable to be a brand ambassador for advertising chewing gum," he said.
"Mom, if Neta is a suitable advertising artist, right mom? Ew! Neta's teeth are neat, clean already rich in hospital pagers,"
Mother chuckled softly, "who said the hospital pager was white? It could be an item, or a chocolate!"
Neta frowned, indeed the habit of this girl talking by shouting like this house is a forest where the tarzan shelter, and the inhabitants are mon yet also elephants.
"Ah mother so old!" the answer.
Neta grabbed a face wash soap with the Barjah brand, although not as late as the advertising artists but he was suitable to use the product in the country. Not shower? Still fragrant, no smell of goats or demons. Neta came down after glancing if the bed was so neat by her mother.
"Mom, I've sent money to snack the same rice, durable yes I've used formalin really..." Neta down to climb the stairs one by one with her home flip flops. The hair that he dyed the colors of the traffic lights just tied him to one just like that, Sexy? Of course not too, he knows if the residents here there are mas Sharif, however he is his brother-in-law. The long pajamas of the ambulance car in Robocar Poly are named Amber, just like the name becomes the national dress in the morning.
"Assalamu'alaikum yes aki, yes ukhti!" he bowed before the dining table to his brother and sister-in-law.
The byurrr!
Laughter Balqis Habibah Khairiyah the 5-year-old boy echoed in the dining room, fortunately his father did not miss the nerve had a sister-in-law so.
TUKS!
Syifa tapped on his sister's head with a soft spoon.
"You're it!"
"What time is semalem? Did you say you came home at 2? When does Sharif pray tahajud?" it is his duty to lead this boy to a straight path after the departure of the father.
"That's a bit of mbak yu!" it's like the abdi dalem, dalem wells.
Syarif sighed, "who proposed mas the other day..the company again open vacancies, have you not tried? Get out of the Neta from the place of worship so," pinta the sister-in-law slowly full of caution, if talking to people minus morals yes this is the fear of the nudity in the new fashion, so must use penny lights and yellow lights, use 1 or 2 teeth so that you don't want to be bit on the straight road aka virtue ngga los dol.
"Uninspired yet, mas. The inspiration again maen online game tuh at the patrol post while helping wifi," he answered pulling a chair and was about to sit down.
"Aunty's the chair...."
Brakk!
"Astagfirullahaladzim!"
"What the hell?!" the mother shouted in surprise because of the noise in the dining room.
"Anjayyiyy! Why did his leg break? Gini's dilapidated chair is still kept here?!" screamed early.
"Well! Kan, yamaha!" sewot Syifa's.
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