Chasing Barokah
MB17. MY PAGI IS NOT LIKE YESTERDAY

Jaka came down followed Neta to the dining table, his face bete, gloomy like the weather is again cloudy.

Neither mother, sister Syifa nor mas Syarif no one opened his voice, until the little Aqis spoke up, "om Jaka, why just down, om just woke up?" tanyanya guess.

Jaka reviews a warm smile for Aqis, making Neta look in disbelief, can smile too? His mouth is paralyzed! Delikan his eyes now move towards the rice and feed it into the mouth, without wanting to get rice for Jaka.

"Om already up from earlier." replied Jaka.

"Keep why not together with the same outing aunty, usually if the same father mother was out the room like together.om embarrassed same Aqis yes!" the, yeahh! Aqis is a Neta wanna be whose pedeal level is already los dol.

"Aqiiss...." Syifa shook her head in reprimand.

Jaka again throws his smile at Shanneta's niece, "yes. Om Jaka was ashamed of the beautiful Aqis, early in the morning had woken up to pray the same help mother, a great child.." his reply made the girl nod definitely, "iya dong om, must, obligatory!" his kikik.

Though beside him Neta had rotated her eyeballs while curling her lips a sign of sneering, "licker," she murmured without making a sound.

"Mom, sister Syifa.mas Syarif, with no disrespect, maybe this afternoon I want to take Neta to go home to my contract.not me not at home, I do not feel at home, but because the contract is closer to Jaka's workplace, so Jaka and Neta can also be more independent," he said breaking up the adult residence. Mother threw eyes at each other with Syifa and Sharif, "why not here Jak? Isn't Shangri-la the same distance from the contract or from here?"

Neta nodded quickly with mom this time, so quickly the dashboard doll was just lost competitive, "nice! I don't rido, mom, if I have to get out of the house?!" her question is pumping the residents at the dining table.

Syifa exhaled, "maybe Jaka meant workshop mom, good after all if Jaka had the intention to be independent, let Neta also learn how to be a whole woman.during this time, my mother always managed him..." sahut Syifa agreed with Jaka, so suddenly Neta glared unacceptable, "just fine! I'm not spoiled.less girl what's Neta, nih..body, sexy! Onderdil, judah! Need checking?!" Neta squirms her body like an eel.

"I mean your nature Shanneta," added Sharif anxious also with his sister-in-law, want to pinch his kidney.

Ck! Decak Neta, it is certain that two people in front of him will side with Jaka. Mom weighed in while nodding her head, "right too. All this time, you have never studied to grow up.yeah, but often play here.." mother smiled faintly and then looked at Jaka, "titip Neta, Jaka...if he can not then teach, if he does not want to learn to reprove well, if he remains stubborn and irritated then just return it..." mother's message immediately makes the atmosphere of breakfast becomes refreshing.

Neta clucked, as if he was the most childish creature on the face of the earth, "mother.lagian if Jaka does not want to teach also Neta can call go clean, if can not cook there are still many warteg, do not need to be that way mom..kalo Jaka play rough, there is KPAI.." his reply made Jaka mengu moss his lips, while the other was serious this girl even said.

Mother gritted her teeth, even Syifa had knocked Neta's head with a clean spoon, while Sharif shook his head in frustration.

Aqis laughed every time the spoon landed on the aunt's head by her bundle.

*Blag--blug--blag-blugg*!

As soon as the sound of the suitcase being dragged down the stairs violently by Neta, as kdrt acts. Jaka was about to reach for Neta's suitcase, but the girl suddenly hulked, her hands clasped Jaka's hands, her small body able to lift a heavy suitcase into the jazzy's trunk with just one pikulan, suitable to be a rice lift in Senen market.

"Mom, we're saying goodbye. Greetings to brother Syifa, mas Sharif and Aqis." nodding in then salim takzim to the mother.

"Yes, play home often..."

Neta did not escape hugging mom, "Neta go jihad first, ma'am. Do'ain Neta ain't crazy in there!" ketus grumbling.

"What the hell are you talking about, ngaco."

"Do'a mother is always there for you.keep the condition of the womb is good..."

Neta was stunned when she rubbed her stomach, "yes," in short.

By driving a Neta car, the two darted towards Jaka's contract.

"Later to park at the workshop nci Olin only. God willing it is safe, my bike is also there..."

"Hm" answered Neta.

There was no meaningful chat that happened there, there was only the sound of music deliberately played Neta to fill the silence, because in fact he sat with the giant wall of China.

Every now and then the singing voice of Neta fills every cavity in the car, embarrassed? The answer is shame in front of the wall! I thought he saw Jaka. At least by singing can release a little annoyance in his heart at this time.

"There's a job at Shangri-la tonight?" tanya Jaka broke their silent moments, more precisely Jaka who was silent.

Jaka singled out a slanted smile, "engga. Later go--" not yet finished Jaka talk, Neta who knows the direction of the talk will go to cut it, "engga. I left in my car, and you used your own motorbike, but there was no word to say.." 'he said grumpily.

Jaka nodded, "yes. It's up to you, "he replied, but Jaka just wanted to say that later he would take care of Shanneta from behind, but apparently this girl was already gaseous rich in soda.

Jaka pulls the hand brake lever and gets out of the Neta car, following Neta who gets out of there. Apparently Jaka's motorbike was already in the workshop, waiting for the owner to come pick up.

Olin's workshop is still closed, probably because it's still at 8am, and the new workshop opens at 9:30. The rolling door is still tightly closed.

"Here is your suitcase, let it be put in front.." pinta Jaka.

"Same mom Wulan's still home?" tanya Neta went up to the back seat of Jaka's bike.

"Home home, yesterday afternoon the same mother Wulan went straight home to Garut on the bus.Soalah Wulan must go to school," replied Jaka menstater motorbike and drove it, he said, aga was quite difficult considering he could not freely move the handlebar motor blocked suitcase as big as gaban owned by Neta, but it did not necessarily make Jaka throw the suitcase to tpa.

This road will always remember Neta, because this road will be passed every time now, a narrow alley with a million hallmarks of gangs suburban Jakarta, his view penetrates space and time, this is his decision, he himself invited Jaka into his life so it is impossible for Neta to blame fate.

"Jaw, are you back?" the voice of someone broke the busy Neta who was researching the streets.

"Udah kong," Jaka paused his bike in front of a permanent house near his contract.

"Cie has Jaka, now if there is a bojo, ayu anyway!" kekeh Joko who is smoking and coffee with Eman kong owner while nongki early in the morning on the porch of the crank.

"Scan! Bekel Pudin mane!" shouted the teenager in uniform smp in front of the side contract of the crank house. Indeed, the distance of the owner's house and the row of his contract is side by side even though it does not mepet.

"Round bekel aja you inget, Din! He was told to buy terasi to a stall using ogah-ogahan. Baba you want to sambel," he replied no less shouting while giving a piece of money 10 thousand with rough from a small wallet patterned interest.

"Child now where to be told to buy terasi, Yes..let alone the warung the hajj, his son sakep ya Din, when did you buy terasi?!" laughter ncing Anjar, clearly he was mopping the terrace floor as seuprit with squatting ria, the scent of the sachet's floor scent was calling out to smell, is this the smell of pine?

"Eh, Jack. Behind you, this new manten, mesraaa..seated putty-paste, rich cave first!" sapanya sees Jaka and Neta who are still in place.

Neta just smiled bitterly, not he who frenzied adhesions, but the motorcycle seat room that does not fit because there is a suitcase of his.

"There you go," added mpok Aya a little boost when Syaipudin gave a salim takzim sign bakti.

"Yes ncing, mpok. I first..." Jaka decided to return the bike to the front of his contract. The boisterous vegetables sounded batak-style music from the side contract with a typical terrain accent that sings loudly, between the music and the voice of the impromptu male singer was not connected at all, the rhythm and tone did not meet, making the ears of Neta feel terdzolimi.

Not yet his ears feel frown. Well, the morning atmosphere of the gang welcoming Neta is so lively!

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