Chasing Barokah
MB15. YOU DESERVE A GOOD MAN

A line of strong drugs of various brands lined up on the Neta dressing table, it is clear that the residents of the gang gang could not be Syarif or Jaka who are into the craft of buying it.

...Strong Medicine Chicken Cap Jago...

...Bulus White Babah Holiang...

...Mighty Jamu Cap Axe Thor...

Gleuk!

"What the hell, tell your neighbor, if you give wedding gifts to her raw, good enough to buy food!" Neta put away the bottles of herbs, looking at the packaging she had shuddered. Now in the room nuanced purple and cream is full of goods at their wedding. The event that will be simple in fact similar to the circumcision of children gimbal use all offerings of food brought by the region, he said to be lasting. Jaka brought with him his super noisy neighbor to the event of his two spells, plus mother and sister Syifa invited them to the house, making Neta auto want the hair pans Limbad.

The bottles he put in the crackle and put them in the corner of the room. The girl who had changed clothes with this home shirt opened one by one the intakes of goods carried by Jaka's entourage, starting from the blanket formed into a sowang, then Neta turned to Jaka and narrowed her eyes, he said, a sowang! Yes sowang who likes nyosor-nyosor heel of the man in front of him who nyosor earlier.

"Why is my geliatin?" his question without bothering to help Neta ruffle things, right only he opened and kept getting plastic everywhere, as a result Jakalah who cleaned it up. Now all he does is prepare his place to sleep tonight. Jaka had expected that the girl sitting on the bed would not allow him to sleep in bed with her.

"Engga. Inget yes Jaka, this is just a contract marriage, so don't expect to be rich again, no! No way! Even just thinking in mind do not hope!" he had actually already warned even with his index finger wobble in the air the signs were strictly forbidden.

"I understand," he answered briefly, then he threw down his body which was based on a Neta's surpet and pillows with still wearing a cocoa shirt and a sheath, too, it was not difficult for him to fall asleep because honestly this carpet is almost the same as his mattress in rented.

Seeing Jaka who moved to lay down and began to close his eyes, making Neta unable to not comment, it seemed like this girl was suitable to be a critic or commentator.

"You slept with Koko? Is it comfortable?!" He has not been able to unboxing one by one the goods given by Jaka, there is still a heart-shaped bed cover, a towel in the form of flowers, slippery sleepwear formed by flowers, shoes, sandals, sandals, a set of facial cleansers and make up barjah, then a set of gold jewelry, Jaka not much to give dowry he was only able to give Neta a set of prayer tools, and then a set of gold jewelry, qur'an and money are only 1 million, for him it is enough that matters! Will he be able to take Neta to a straight path? It dawned on him how marriage was neither a show of contracts, nor a game.

Hamm!

The girl yawned wide like a hippo again mangap several times a sign that she was sleepy. His eyebrows raised next to see Jaka down there, his hands stretched out to the front of Jaka's face and moved to the right and left to ensure that this man had fallen asleep.

"That's cute! Yeah, so I can sleep now, too, without worrying about her grre pe-grre pe," he shot an indifferent shoulder, but he still silently stared at the peaceful face of Jaka who was rich mam poss.

"In fact, if carefully considered, yes, you are sweet Jaka, yaa...your skin is a sapodilla kematengan the rich village that has not been electrified, his name is also a guy iye right?! Pieces of your face really Indo, kampung got! But unfortunately not my type, you also judes, flat like gypsum board!" Neta straightened up again and broke down, staring at the ceiling of her old room, "overall, you're good! And deserve a good partner too, Jak. I promise you, I will not pick you up at this contract marriage for a long time," he muttered half-consciously and before long, his voice was silent until a moment later heard a soft snore from the bed.

Jaka opened his eyes that he had not slept since, "i am not a perfect human Shanneta, if you think I am a good person and deserve a good partner, Shanneta said, what if I make you a good person?" a line of thin smiles was painted on Jaka's face.

Shanneta is not a calm girl type, it is true! The sleeping position that was originally wrapped in a thick blanket has now changed style to make the blanket freefall down.

Between her good dreams, cold, delicate coils touched her cheeks and arm skin, gently shaking her body.

Heavy voices called out his name, heavy but calm did the angel Ridwan who was sure to enter the gate?! The stricken neta lifted her head with one eye open imperfectly, he was quite surprised to see the faint face of the man with the masculine mixed kasturi fragrance greeting up to the reflex he pushed the face with his wet disheveled hair while wearing the black shirt.

"Se tan!"

"Astagfirefull!" Jaka complained backwards.

"Joe?!" her eyebrows frowned, the girl blinked and rubbed her eyes to make it clearer.

"It's dawn! Do not sleep continuously, I wait for prayer together," said Jaka who had folded the carpet and tidied up his former sleep.

"Ck! The time is still there, 5 minutes more, still not happy ending the love story with the prince. Only 5 and a half hours later." he replied lightly, Jaka shook his head to see Shanneta's behavior.

He pulled a blanket that covered the body of Neta makes the girl's body squirm like a thousand feet that hit the makeup.

"JAKA! !" presumably angry.

"Okay, take it. I can still sleep without a blanket!" Neta took a pillow and put it on her head with a pillow with a sideways position to back Jaka.

"Who's your God?" ask Jaka.

"Who is your prophet?"

"What is your holy book?"

For whatever sake, Jaka's voice interfered with his peaceful sleep at this moment. But Neta tries not to be influenced by him, assuming Jaka's voice is a whisper of a ghoib.

"Okay," Jaka nodded, "we see, how strong the demon inside you is nesting," Jaka did not give up, slowly he stepped into the window, open the curtains and windows of the room so that the cold air of dawn scattered into the skin of the sleeping beauty.

He also did not stand still, by turning on his phone and playing Ar-Rahman's letter.

"Which wisdom of your Lord do you deny. Man is too arrogant to just say thank you and be grateful! So take away the life of your servant, O Allah!" said it.

"Ck!" This girl pissed immediately woke up and sat down, she glared sharply at the man who was holding a prayer mat in front of the bed.

"Nyebelin, br3ng sek deh ah..do'ain God take my life!" muttered.

"I wait 10 minutes, I've already called the alphabet," replied Jaka flatly.

"Babelle!" his muscles came down from the bed, his hair was disheveled like a person with a mental disorder, or more similar called aromanis because of its purple to pink-pink'an color, as well as his sweet lips.

Jaka mengu lum his lips are dut because they hold back laughter.

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