Chasing Barokah
MB12. INTERACTION WITH YOU

The motor glides not fast but not slow too, not Jaka does not want to accelerate the speed of this 125 cc engine, but does not allow him to drive like Ianone on the streets of the village, with many people passing by and the streets limited. After all this is not a circuit where the road is smooth without obstacles, there are still sleeping police, pits, and gulalians surrounded by children until they spill halfway.

"What time is your mother in Jakarta?" tanya Neta opened the chatter, from earlier the mouth cavity feels sour because so mute people all the time.

"So dawn," he answered briefly successfully make this girl berohria, and quite know if Jaka is not cool, it seems like circle friendship was only limited to broom and mop cloth. The heat of the weather does not necessarily warm the atmosphere awward between the two, more precisely because Jaka who does not want to mince words just ask how to get stuck? Or how are you, still crazy?

Although not so felt but Neta know if the feet shrewd Jaka is moving teeth, because still the movement was felt even though not as strong as the earthquake shock, the road began to narrow and dense. Not residential real estate let alone a complex with a brawl griya towering as high as the sky, but the suburban streets where the house is lined up closely like a twin stamp between the vastness of Jakarta. Really the definition of a fringe person. They had stopped at one of the chicken stalls in unison and bought several pieces of fried chicken along with tofu-tempe complete with lalapan and sambal. Maybe for a side dish at home. Not an expensive restaurant-class stall, only a small stall with display case wheels complete with fryers and fuel as well as wooden benches facing each other for customers who choose to eat on the spot, where if the mamangnya fried the buyers must step back 5 steps afraid of hot oil splashes.

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Jaka right, the alley to his residence narrow as narrow as the mind of the apathetic country, let alone his car, can not be passed, Neta even had to close her legs until her feet stuck to pa ha Jaka so afraid her knees scratched and banged on passers-by or tenuous walls. Bending of the knee immediately dislocated. Or it could be later the trousers of the material that became a victim like fat pants. And the positive thing about the current situation is that he can see clearly also feel the back of Jaka sandarable, the smell of perfume from the clothes lubricating from the clothes worn by Jaka, there is a mixture of caplox soap fragrance also there, too, that's a sign Jaka has just taken a shower, not like the one wearing the scent of bulgari at this time. But there is something different from him at this time, Jaka's hair is not seklimis usually a bit wilder although still the impression of neat it can not be far from this man, kok.kok, my eyes are siwer brayyy oyyy!

The motor goes further into the alley, where a row of buildings such as flats or rented with a stove and clothesline decoration into the lattar, some of its citizens blend into one outside the house.

"Don't!"

"Jak, take Sapeh?!"

"So, take your girl?!"

Neta's gaze instantly scrutinized the full description on anyone who asked behind her sunglasses, while the human they asked nodded briefly with a thin smile without making a sound.

He took down his sunglasses from his nose and then got off the bike when Jaka stopped the bike right in front of a row of simple contracts.

The taper-style high heels were tracing the rented yard roughly. The first sight he saw apart from the atmosphere of the rented residents who were far from polite words was clothes clothes clothes clothes clothesline and dale m4n Jaka who hung right on the iron hanger, geez ck!

The eucalyptus door opened when Neta or Jaka had not intended to go inside, a girl smp with a wide smile welcomed.

"A!"

"Take in, make a rice cup.." he handed the chicken in the hand of the girl, looking as if the girl was smiling amusedly at Neta, "oh this is her boyfriend Jaka, geulis...a!" he said then come in.

"Mom, bring some rice!" he shouted, actually without having to shout even his voice will be heard considering the extent of the contract is no wider than the Neta room in the house.

"Come in, mother in." invite him without holding Neta like a child tk.

"Oh yes," the girl was according to Jaka's followers, but only then did she trace the rented terrace which was only as large as the tomb's plot, Jaka landed a disarming gaze towards the shoes that Neta was wearing as if he was threatening if the owner dared to go further wearing shoes, then he would not hesitate to burn them to a scorch.

"Oh, sorry-sorry!" Neta grinned wide and half grimaced, then she opened her shoes.

"Just put it on the side near the door so you don't step on the kids." said Jaka diangguki Neta.

Jaka opened the door handle of the rented room, nothing special here, even sitting just floated with a plastic carpet with a picture of a boy and an alphabet, he said, there is no expensive television as big as a screen tancep just a small tv that if you look at the face of the artist aja eyes until it should be rounded as big as a jengkol, afraid of the taper which is where Dwayne Jhonson which is the garden light. For the rest of the small wooden table to just put a cup of tea for guests who come, guests? Neta recka a Jaka rarely even never had a guest.

There was a friendly smile from an instant veiled mother, the tail of her eyes until it wrinkled a few folds as she drew a smile of omens if the woman was no longer young.

"Mom, I'm Shanneta Amber." Neta just introduced herself not to wait for Jaka to introduce herself, fearing the fiery country rush again Indonesia.

"God willing, beautiful." The first sentence successfully made Neta's nose fly through the rented roof and lost with the angels of heaven.

"Sit down, but I'm sorry there's no chair..."

"Oh nothing ma'am," Neta shook her head because she didn't really care, if she needed to squat outside and nothing. Jaka looked towards the door like a goa goal, narrow. He called it the kitchen.

"This is the hand of the mother of Neta for the mother equally adek," Neta pushed the paper bag containing the cake towards Sri's mother.

A glass of warm sweet tea was served along with a plate of dodols and large setoples containing leather crackers on a wooden table to Neta from the man's hand, then he sat down next to Neta and the mother, who was sitting half-circled facing the television, couldn't he just ask for Red wine and pizza?

"Name is good.i Wulan, adeknya a Jaka.." smp girl with split hair middle smile reached out to Neta, the girl is quite sweet and looks innocent.

"Wulan yes, greetings to Wulan." replied Neta.

Neta's meeting with Jaka's mother and sister was quite warm. Neta did not believe the words of the person who said the fruit fell not far from the tree, because the evidence throughout the chatter that had been sniffed between Sri and Neta's mother, because the evidence was, Jaka was only silent as a listener even though Sri's mother was quite warm and chatty but friendly and kind, 11 12 was the same Neta so familiar so deket.

"Jaka has nothing to be proud of son Shannet, work let alone home, apart from the responsibility. only have dependents mother and sister in the village," he was now staring hard at Neta.

"Oh nothing ma'am, I don't see that" he replied. While the talk is still pecking without wanting to talk like an antique jar from China.

Sometimes he glanced at the talkative Neta as if he had known Wulan and mother for a long time.

"So when are you taking me to Shannet's house, A?" asked his mother to disperse the view of Jaka from the television that aired a high-ranking officer who was sentenced to be sentenced, the volume of television was really reduced until the horrors felt again watching the news show kalbu language.

Jaka swallows the salivary making his jakun go up and down, "it's up to Neta, ma'am." Really! Kan who has a wish is a girl with a big smile like a close up ad that is close to you.

"Cock whatever? Is there no plan for when the day will be? Faster is better a.. Mumpung mother is still here, so do not go back and forth to Garut, dear fare.." kekeh his mother.

"Then, what about tomorrow?!" neta asked lightly, as if not concerned with what was in Jaka's brain right now.

"Tomorrow?" jaka asked frowned, thought a kind of picnic marriage to Ancol? But then it must have been taken by Neta.

The girl pulled Jaka's arm closer to her and whispered in Jaka's ear, "tomorrow, keep getting married! Let habib spit-cepet hempas! The same dowry problem is easy to eat!" say Neta with ease and enthusiasm.

Jaka turned his face towards Neta making the distance between the two faces only a fraction of an inch. Instead of answering Jaka instead blew the face of Neta who had been his eyebrows up and down with a big smile like sales. Her eyes are perfectly rounded and clear, as well as the shape of her beautiful face unsettles the heart of a virgin.

Ohhhh!

Neta flinched soberly, making her face pout "what the hell?!"

"Your face is too tight," he replied, but in the chest his heart was not able to be conditioned, Neta too often provoked his male soul, to be honest.

Mom and Wulan chuckle and giggle in front of there see the interaction of Jaka and Neta, "funny pisan ma'am." whispered Wulan, where it looks like Neta loves her sister so much, it was seen from the crush of this girl and their sweet interaction, although her brother was notoriously stiff flat bin, but Jaka seemed not to refuse.

"May be happy virgin." the mind of a mother looked at haru, only this time her son was willing to open his heart to a woman, she said, because all he thought about all this time was making a living for his mother and sister without thinking about himself.

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Note :

*geulis: beautiful.

*pisan : really