Chasing Barokah
MB16. NOT AS GOOD AS I THOUGHT

It seems that God really lowered his direction for Neta by sending Jaka Barokah that morning to Shangri-la.

The gold-faced box lay on the mattress and had its contents removed. Mukena made of semi-silk in pure white is more beautiful used by Neta today.

Neta still felt arrogant on the figure of the man in front of her until the last greeting her lips were still a manyun because Jaka had disturbed her peaceful sleep.

Jaka looked back and stretched out the back of his hand in front of Shanneta, but the girl frowned, "what the fuck?"

"You don't want to make an extra reward, let it be more afdol again," asked Jaka.

"Well?! Salim?!" asked with a high tension, his eyebrows even raised as high as Monas as if he did not accept Jaka's orders, this man then nodded, "for a long time how do you ngeselin anyway Jak?!" neta said, his eyebrows swooped steep but did not stop grabbing Jaka's hand did not want if this man brought up the postulate again as when waking him, kok ya nyeremin it horrified, " it's not finished, is it?! Clean right?!" his nose sniffed Jaka's hand like a tracking jing.

His eyes glared cynically at Jaka, will he consider this morning he was silent to an older person.

Neta opened her face and just put it on the mattress without wanting to clean up as usual. Without permission or saying goodbye he came out of the room, making Jaka look at the black netra concerned to see him, until here he can judge if Shanneta is a spoiled girl who is not independent.

"Hello everybody!" his sap came down with a sumringah face, Syifa was stirring coffee in a cup belonging to Syarif, while his mother arranged food at the dining table.

"Tumben" said Syifa. His sister rarely gets up this early.

"Yes!" little Aqis who always cried out, Neta really soon to be, if anything but shouted.

"Well, where's Jakanya going aunty? Still sleeping?" he continued asking because he only found his aunt who came out without Jaka, even though his father and his mother when out of the room for breakfast were always together like a baby with his parents.

"There's a room." Answer's short.

"Asikkk breakfast what are we this morning!" exclaim Neta enthusiastically, just sit down at the dining table chair while looking at what the menu presented this morning.

"Loh! Jaka hasn't come down yet, Net?" mama asked to see that the youngest daughter had already taken a plate, for herself.

"Tau, be a moment rich.." he replied shuddering indifferently scooping rice for himself, already impatient to eat the dish in front of him, ilenya aja sampe make flood. Syifa approached and handed her a cup of hot coffee to her husband, "nih mas."

"What the hell you are, you're his wife. Even eating alone, maybe Jaka is awkward or still reluctant here, instead of taking him together! Usually yes, if the new manten everywhere is always the two, lha this.ampunnn you tuh!" namel Syifa, his hand scooping rice on the plate Sharif then Aqis, for him husband and child is his priority, then when he saw his sister out on her own without Jaka making his eyebrows tethered, Shanneta must indeed diruqyah like it.

"Take Jaka down, Neta," said Sharif.

Neta thaws and stops the send, "ck. Later also if hungry down," he said.

"What a mother's sin, Fa---" her mother ridiculed her inexhaustibly with Neta's attitude.

"Ck! Yeah-yes!" dumelnya, do not expect if Neta will want to bother following Jaka up when he was in this good position, then what he did now is...

"JAKA ! ! DOWN, BREAKFAST! !" yell rich neriakin prospective bpjs participants in the clinic. Syarif to the surprise and choking coffee, as if he was used to choking on coffee in the morning because of the work of Neta.

The plot!

"Shanneta!" reprove mom.

"Call up, you're sure you are. No manners, that's your husband is not a porridge," mother's scolding, long-time Sharif's nose can be sharp because too often he claws, living so many years with his sister-in-law subhanallah! Make him crazy suddenly.

"Ck, just repotin!" he muttered, yelling annoyed. Want to not want the girl to get out of the chair and climb one by one stairs, not to mention eating energy-draining!

The door to the room was opened by Neta. A man was patting his mattress deftly with the condition of the room that was neat, as well as the mucus neatly stored on it.

"Widdihhhh neat!" he added amazed without sin, his arrival made Jaka look back for a moment to continue his work.

"The same mother the others sent down for breakfast, the hunt went down! I don't want to be lectured mulu, hungry!" nagelnya again, indeed Stelan Neta seems to be so, spoiled women, naggers, chatty, jutek, and always at will.

Jaka who had just finished approaching Neta on the doorstep of the room, "this afternoon you come with me home."

And for what sake, Jaka's speech felt so buzzing in Neta's ears richly pokein idgham bighunnah, "home? This is my home, so come back here!" closed protest.

"But not my home. I'm your husband now, so wherever I go you come," he explained, closing the conversation that was not at all warm for Neta and choosing to pass Neta just like that to come down.

"Loh! Jack! Can't do that. Jack!!" his screams screeched muffled teeth that clenched. Soon he grabbed and pulled Jaka's shirt until the man stopped at the 3rd step from the top.

"So we're just a contract marriage yes, if you want to stay in your contract, yes already gone, but I'm still here!" niggling. Jaka smiled a thin smile, "Then what did mom and the others say, if I was there and you were here? At the end of the day, you were told to come with me," and what Jaka said just now made his brain inevitably agree.

"Why don't you just live here, don't you even have to pay the contract?!" Neta made a proposal for her own sake, and obviously Jaka would not agree, it was a bad idea to educate Neta.

"I want to go home. That's the decision, pay or not let it be my business and dependents. The good thing about a household is self-study," she explained, continuing her steps down the stairs, obviously...Jaka is not asking for Neta's approval, to be honest he is worried he can not reply again Neta's words.

"Joe!"

"Joe!" but Jaka did not hear it until he reached the bottom floor.

"Si al! I chose the wrong person!" his decak was annoyed at ruffling his own hair, as if a weapon eating master. Neta squealed stifled as she berserked herself in place, tailing down. Nav suu ate it suddenly soared high into space.

Even he put his clothes in by throwing them into the suitcase with his mouth full of sneers, so sincere!

"*Your contract is small, it is suitable for chicken coop*!"

"*Where hot, make no feel at home*!"

"*Many small children, noisy*!"

But apparently the mockery did not work for a Jaka who was thick with steel, for him scorn Neta he considered the breeze, the makeup of sambalado in his ears and heart.

"You have to be ready to adapt there. Because it will be your place to live from now on.insya God is small so will be full of love if people say mah," replied Jaka kalem impressed chuckling flirting with Neta on the edge of the mattress, which actually makes Neta more inflamed to see it, flat people do not fit if so, why is he amused himself huh?!

"That fits the vow, your tongue is stiff enough to say love" he sneered.

Jaka watched Neta, who was getting annoyed by putting her clothes in her suitcase with her mouth pouting, "lo rese!" objurgation.

"Thank you, you're the first one to say that, and since you said that, I'm so flattered."

"Dicha! It's so weird," Neta shuddered.

"Look, I'm your husband Amber..."

"Ck, rest! Bring status, we're just a contract marriage anyway! We are divorced again!"

Jaka smiled a slanted smile, "if I don't want to?" ask her.

"Well, we can't have a deal!" Neta almost forgot, where the deal he kept, the al! Why is he so careless.

"My agreement and yours are only on a piece of paper without a seal, while my agreement with you in front of the ruler is legally strong," Jaka said, Neta until she gawked with a broken heart, apparently Jaka was not as good as he thought.

"Ihhh, the al ! The al ! The al ! Don't want! Look out for Jaka!" Neta throws him in her clothes that she just put in a suitcase, so much so that she accidentally throws her lacy triangle into Jaka's face.

"Yahoo!" Neta widened her eyes and covered her own mouth with her hands, not believing that she was opening her own disgrace, luring Jaka to pervert.

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