Chasing Barokah
MB18. THE BACKLASH OF LIFE

Jaka slightly lifted and pushed the door with his body, so that the door of his contract would open.

Neta raised her eyebrows next door, okay, the antipainstream way of opening the door she had to learn.

The room on the front was cold with no life, which meant that no one slept here last night. It is clean and neat enough for a man. The first thing he did was to examine every inch of the place where he lived from today. Neta stepped into the room, the hallway called the kitchen, and the narrow box room that Jaka called the bathroom, she grimaced, "this is the real thing, just a doang curtain?!" he was quite surprised, the article did not find the door to close the bathroom room.

So what happens if he's a boker again? The loud sound of gas blowing will leak out of the room, especially directly connected to the hallway filled with stoves, he said the kitchen.more precisely the emergency kitchen.

"Yes. Here you are just like me. No one else will be looking." Jaka obviously put Neta's suitcase in.

"What a Jaka! You think I'm willing to make it happen while you're there!" he hit Jaka's arm and pointed towards the front of the stove.

"What's the difference between your voice and mine?" ask Jaka. Is it more beautiful?

"Ck! Jaka! !" Neta again hit the flat man's concrete arm, "don't like it! Don't like! I don't want to know, you put the door on ! It's good, you need me to take a shower!" fierce fierce fierce and chose to sit in the corner of the front room, right near the television, buried deep in his head in the folds of hands like a retreat.

"Yes, I'll put the door on." Jaka replied that he would have no long business and should hear the ravings of one of the most chatty humans on the face of this earth. Do not let him demo and run back to his house.

"You want to take a break please, I have to get ready for work," said Jaka melengos into the room and changed his clothes with a blue t-shirt with shabby pants that he used to wear to be a mechanic. He had not really left, all he did was take the place of the rice cooker and then pull the place of rice that he put next to the tableware cabinet, similar to a kind of plastic jar but larger in size.

A few cups of rice are then washed and cooked in a rice cooker. His hands were trained to survive by pressing the cook button.

Jaka approaches Neta, crouching in front of him, touching the arms of Neta who was rejected by his wife by shaking the arm that Jaka touched to move away. Jaka sighed, "kalo hungry, in the kitchen cabinet there is instant noodles, eggs, cornet, you can eat it first, I just cooked rice.maybe about 1 hour more cooked, cooked, you can eat. If you want a snack, the same dodol skin crackers bring the mother of Garut is still on the table, cash I put on excel clothes, if you are tired of being able to go to the house next door, you already know them yesterday.I went first," without asking for Neta's approval which was silent, Jaka got up and said goodbye.

The sound of Jaka's duck motorbike lit up and began to move away from there, the sleepless Neta then raised his head, "huwaaaaaaakkk want to go home!" whine rose up towards the room, he was already standing in the doorway of Jaka's room, his eyes circling adventuring to every corner measuring only 3 x 3 m, there is only mattress number 2 a drawer stacking clothes and a mirror as wide as 20 cm hanging on the wall of the room with room ventilation is far above. Some of Jaka's clothes were hung behind the door of the room including Shangri-la's cleaning service uniform, her suitcase was already standing neatly right in front of the mattress.

Couldn't things get any worse? Neta immediately dropped her body into a thin foam mattress and rampaged there by ruffling all the objects on it including blankets and pillows, submerging her face in the mattress, and then drowning her face in the bed, if you can run out of breath all so as to be a ghost.

The typical masculine and kasturi smell of Jaka left on the mattress and sleeping equipment gradually drove Neta to the gate of dreams.

Maybe crying makes tired or indeed he is a mo lor, until the rice cooker lamp changes color when the rice is cooked does not make Neta then wake up.

Sayup-sayup heard the sound of the dzuhur adhan from the mosque around here, making Neta's hearing slowly start sharpening, his eyes blinked several times. The skin on the face of this girl is a little sticky due to crying.

The hunger began to strike, but unfortunately he could not cook. Getting used to everything being prepared by mom makes Neta a spoiled girl.

"So damn sure you just leave the raw material! I know I can't cook !"

He woke up and intended to go to the kitchen, opening the closet that Jaka had said. Neta slightly tiptoed to look at the stuffing of the cupboard, quite complete with a bundle of colorful instant noodles and a few eggs in a small basket.

Fried eggs? Oh no, obviously he doesn't like the splash of oil. Cook instant noodles, eeemmm--he shook his head, later his hands hit by the hot steam from the noodles, then cook cornet? He did not know how, rather lazy to read the presentation advice. Until finally he abandoned his intention to cook, and preferred to order online only. Why bother?!

He again sat in front of the television that aired the show somehow, which he obviously turned on to ward off loneliness.

It's tangled with oil, heavy equipment. Even his hand muscles have been trained and stand out after a long time as a mechanic.

"Cie, if now there is a masakin dong Jak?!" seductive Opik, Jaka did not turn his head and was disturbed in the slightest, he just smiled snorting.

"Well, that's why the hunt is Pik's merit! Let's get somebody to take care of Jaka's rich!" answer Nci Olin while recording the entrance of the workshop.

"Is that right bang?!" ask customer.

"Udeh tuh!" point to Opik, "let me check first!" Opik rotates the key and performs a test.

Remembering Opik's question just now, Jaka so thought if neng bucket had lunch? He forgot that his wife was the princess to bo who malesnya naudzubillah. Although he dismissed the notion that Amber was crying waiting for him, because obviously the girl could not be so, he also ordered food or cooked what was there.

"Ci, I've done this before!" jaka said, there is indeed no job that he is more grateful than surrounded by good people such as workshop nci Olin.

"Sip, don't be long Jak. Customers stack up," the message.

"About the merits, rest should be lunch together, duhhh fate singles can only drool!" the sneer of Opik, made Jaka smile obliquely.

The work is done, he glanced at the clock on the wall, although the dirty aga covered with dust but quite clear if this time shows at 1 pm.

"Ci, I'm taking a break from prayer!" pampered.

"okay!" Nci Olin, the middle-aged woman held her thumbs up in the air.

Jaka rushed up to the motorbike to check the condition of the house and Neta, but previously he would stop by first in the warteg to buy a side dish.

While in the contract the girl cheerfully received food orders from an online motorcycle taxi.

"Emmy, yummy! It's delicious!"

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