Chasing Barokah
MB23. LOVE SPILLS

"You didn't see it, did you?!" scatter Neta was full of intimidation, he stood on the wall between the room and the kitchen hall beside Jaka who was frying an omelet.

Neta closed her chest in place, but her eyes could not help but pay attention to Jaka like a child who always kepo her mother again cook.

"It's important that I see it?" he asked while he was busy picking up the dishes from the closet.

"It's important! My precious asset! Just be given to my husband later.." said Neta with bo dohnya. Jaka glanced at him with a frown on his forehead, then he considered Jaka what? Gorilla warts? Segini gedenya where already have a green book is still so so'an single.

"Just for your information miss, I'm your husband.." jaka poke in Neta's nose, of course his eyebrows swooped sharply, "ih! Thought sambel, put it cozy!" his cheeks immediately bulged like a balloon, Neta immediately moved from there and chose to sit in front of the television, just like a, he felt his heart and brain was insane because he could have blushed when Jaka said the final sentence earlier.

If deg-deg'an gini is hungry! his hands stretched out to pull the jar, where there are skin crackers, do not know what skin and who? Hopefully not granny skin or kid skin su nat.

While waiting for Jaka to finish cooking, he watched his favorite children's show, Neta prefers children's programs rather than adult soap operas full of drama and intrigue, already he can guess the story is not far from the valakor if there is a torment of tadjur selo right, or the seizure of the throne, treasure and women make brains mumet.

Every now and then the crisp laughter echoed filling every rented cavity, it was funny.even Jaka who was preparing breakfast alone could not help but smile at Neta's laughter, he said, he glanced at Neta from his cool place of skin chips while laughing at cartoonish clay. Actually happy is simple but human brain alone is complicated who think too much about prestige.

Not many menus are served even too simple, just an omelet with corned beef and chives, tofu and fried tempeh also sauce chili, but if you are hungry again anything feels good.

Neta admits Jaka is good at cooking, of course! He is trained to survive with life, he is also a nomad impossible not to be able to cook.

One plate of warm rice with a makeshift side dish was devoured by the girl. Jaka poured a glass of warm water for Neta.

"Thanks" Neta accepted

From behind the glass that was being gulped Neta's gaze nyalang glanced at Jaka, the more day he was more and more heartless with all Jaka's persuasive attitude. Jaka seemed to give and stick his name deeply in this marriage, persuading him subtly to give a taste to their marriage.

Plus the more Neta knew Jaka, the more forgivable this man looked, not as sincere as he worked at Shangri-la. Especially when he became a mechanic, ferociously man. If the problem of handsome mah relative, every man has his own handsome.

Neta increasingly difficult to swallow his water to stop his old drinking event.

"Why don't you go to the workshop?" ask Neta, usually at this hour Jaka sudsh ready. But this morning he was more relaxed and instead enjoyed skin crackers while moving the tv channel.

"Let's be a minute. Oh yeah, I'll take you out tonight, I'll take you out?" jaka asked with a flat face as usual even though in his heart he was nervous to be afraid if Neta would even sneer and get angry as usual.

"Tonight Shangri-la closes, right, or are you having a gig at another bar?" added Jaka.

"Moccacinos? Mocca's schedule will be the same Monday Sunday, the rest Shangri-la." replied Neta, Jaka nodded in understanding, maybe he noted in his brain his smart schedule.

Jaka immediately went to clean up his second breakfast and wash the dishes and then toward the room to clean the mattress, all that did not escape the vision of Neta. So deft he was, maybe if another man Neta was ripe boiled by him because of the nature of the princess and so bossy'nya, but Jaka.

"Jaka, where's the laundry?" ask Neta. His lifestyle and Jaka are different, he is an instant millennial, do not want cape and bother. But Jaka? Economic conditions forced him to become independent.

Jaka smiled, "what do you want to do?" ask her.

"Your clothes are already clean hanging outside," pointed Jaka with his chin towards the outside door.

"It's only 2 or 3 pieces of clothes, why not wash yourself while bathing? After entering the laundry tetep calculated one kilo or unit.." explained Jaka.

Neta revealed the window curtains of the house where her clothes had hung freely and half dry outside the house, her eyes were patterned as big as a baso telor, "that's you washing?!"

"Yes. I don't like a messy house. Yesterday all washed with my clothes," he answered casually changing clothes with his great t-shirt in the workshop. Neta is getting overwhelmed with guilt, not feeling good, then what has she done for Jaka?

"You want to go now?" neta asked holding her hand as Jaka was about to leave.

"Yes. At 11 am I go home to get ready for Friday prayers. Continue work after the break until 5, we go out after the day.." he explained.

"So, can you sit down for a second, right? I want to say.." Without answer Jaka according and follow Neta's will.

"What do you consider our marriage? Obviously I'm a girl less aj ar, just hitchhiking to eat, sleep, and take your life doang, how much trouble you, but you are patient, want to take care of eating, until my clothes? Obviously I'm not the type of dream wife, why not let go of me?" neta asked, admitting all her mistakes, she was willing to be a young widow.

The dark-black eyes looked at Shanneta deeply, "for my promise before God is lillahita'ala. My promise is with your mother, and the reason I married you is because of Allah..."

As though the oxygen supply was thinning around him, Neta found it difficult to breathe though, "that means..."

"That means I consider this marriage real.there is no marriage that Shanneta can play with. I left first, afraid Opik same ci Olin waiting for me, well at home..."

Back Jaka landed his sweet kiss on Neta's forehead, making the girl feel stung by 1000 voltage electricity that could make her die suddenly. For Jaka, it does not matter if he is currently in pain first miserable later. He believed that if Shanneta was a man of heart, his heart would gradually be broken by all his treatment, he was only certain, he was sure, everything he did today would have Neta done for ya someday.

"Assalamu'alaikum's chat..."

"Wa.wa'alaikumsalam," he murmured quietly almost inaudibly.

"OH MY GOSH! This is me why?! Suddenly tremors like this?" abugn.

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