Chasing Barokah
MB# 24-S. THE DEFENSE BEGAN TO COLLAPSE

Neta reflexively followed Jaka out of the contract, drove him up to the front porch and did not want to miss staring at Jaka until completely lost at the end of the alley.

"Sanet's ring!" cing Anjar's shrill voice averted Neta's gaze from the alley, the moderate boisterous sound of Aya's voice, Aunt Hana, and Epi's nyak became the next sound background. Apparently this mother again ate together on the terrace of the rented cang Mu'in.

"Here neng, don't bae ngerem in dalem. No more playing, right?" mpok Aya.

"Elu-thinking chicken, betelor! Afraid of the same time you are, so if you ngomelin the Pudin do not fiddle, sawan die in the day! Ntar asked the Jaka to move again," with a mouthful of suhah-suhah because the sambal nyak Epi took the fried tofu from the dishes lined up in front of them, "Here neng!" invite him, Neta smiled and joined, rather than just at home made cartoons just make bored, he better join the club of mother-female lovers eat lesehan.

"Here eat neng! No, there's patin, clove, you know, what the hell else.." Show this veiled woman muttering among her chews, the fingers filled with melted clove seasoning jengkol he jilati.

"There are cue neng fish, cassava leaves, sambel terasi noh! Guaranteed, sambel terasi artificial cing Anjar most top dah!" another middle-aged woman with some of the graying hair was brandishing her thumb in the air. While mpok Aya already shuffling clear bell plates may be a gift dapet buy detergent in the supermarket. Their enjoyment is like being undisturbed despite eating only on a rented terrace like this, not between a meadow or a flower field.

"I've been smitten because of my sambel terasi. Natural pellets!" he said he was touching Neta's heart.

Neta shook her head, "so new I just ate a mpok, cing.makasih," replied Neta shook her head sitting on the floor next to Aya's mpok.

"Well at home, not yet! Tradition of mothers here also eat together deck," said aunty Hana berlogat batak.

"Still full of aunts" replied Neta.

"But maap--maap ye neng, here the food is not fancy..seadanyee! THE TOP! 5 Star taste!" cing Anjar.

"Often out neng, let's get to know. Kite-kite don't bite!" cing Anjar's laughter, made Neta smile obliquely.

"Nih neng, knowin.nyang this aunt Hana, maybe you don't know, die.. bini bang Togar, whose face is very sad! Nyang sang poco-poco every time," said Mpok Aya.

"I'm sorry I didn't come to your wedding with Jaka.adekku who contracted in Bintaro number is sick, so only brother who came.but I have the same envelope Sri," coined.

Neta smiled, "nothing aunty, thanks. Aunty is in love with Jaka's hampers?" ask Neta. He nodded, "there is! Thanks, the stuffing is good! If the tajir is different, the filling is not just instant noodles doang same isotonic drink!" the laughter agreed with the others.

"So I heard you were just back at dawn? What do you do on deck, I heard you were with Jaka at that bar?!" ask aunt Hana. Neta sat staring at the four mothers of the gangs who were greedily eating, "DJ aunt" replied Neta.

"Huh?! what's DJ handyman?" tanya nyak Epi did not understand, understand the parents who know kroncong music, wayang, jaipongan, lenong, banteran also dangdutan in RW next door.

"DJ nyak, disc jockey!" answer mpok Aya who actually he did not understand the task of disc jockey that did, only ever heard his name from the Pudin.

"What's? In what?" Nyak Epi to bring her head closer sideways to the mpok Aya, making Neta laugh, "disc jockey, nyak..."

"Jockey?! O Allah, whatan has not been done 3in1! Is it still ade? No, danger! Ntar lo tethered pulisi, udehhh let the Jaka aja nyang work, you mah stay free at home, and and beautiful nyang, layanin husband.." said Nyak Epi.

"It's hard to tell your parents! The inn wants to clear while carrying a machete!" answer cing Anjar.

"Si alan lu," hissed Epi.

Mpok Aya laughed until choking sambal, "as parents do not precede each other cing, said cing Anjar is young."

Neta laughed again, these people were so open and accepted. Far from being arrogant, arrogant or bully, do not even hesitate to give what they have, offer what they are eating, even though in fact Neta is a new person.

A plate of rice friends including cue fish, jengkol stew, sambal terasi, patin seasoning yellow and fried tofu are now accepted Neta. Nyak Epi, the wife of the contract owner still forced him to bring it, he said abstain if he had joined but did not bring anything, pamali!

Neta was fiddling with her cell phone, several times Wening sent her a message.

*Am, go yuk! Nyalon, or shopping.The good stuff comes limited*!

*Tumben is not very chatty, like new stuff. Ntar to lout*!

If he usually used to not think 2 times to choose to approve the invitation of Wening to hang out and shop, but this time his heart feels bland and heavy if he does that without Jaka's approval, but this time his heart feels bland and heavy if he does that without Jaka's approval, especially if not said, like its own burden that automatically occurs. Why yes? Neta even scratched her head in confusion.

"Assalamu'alaikum's chat..."

Because he was too busy thinking that, Jaka's arrival until he was not aware.

"Wa'alaikumsalam," the dirty clothes covered with oil is Jaka's outfit after the workshop, and Neta must get used to the scenery she thinks is charming. Her hair was not at all drizzly instead sweating a little disheveled.

*What's wrong, why are my eyes*?!

One side dish that Neta placed on the kitchen cabinet table became Jaka's highlight, "buy again?"

Neta shook her head, "same as mothers here," this time answered honestly.

"Oh," Jaka grabbed the glass and pressed the dispenser button, then gulped down the water in one gulp.

The man grabbed his towel and glanced into the bathroom. Until another amazing sight God showed for Neta this time.

Nice body impressed athletic despite the skin crisp brown, where still wet with boxes on the abdomen, make netes iller.

*stagfirullah*! Neta now makes her sentence istighfaran. Not yet there, Jaka who then went in and out with white cocoa and scabbard smoothed black peci on the head complete spray masculine aroma mixed with casturi.

This aroma that makes Neta lately so calm and peaceful to sleep. It is different, when some men choose to be busy going here and there, he prefers to busy himself to visit the mosque and rest in front of his Lord, glorifying all his hopes and obligations as a people.

A Shanneta's defense gradually begins to collapse, without Jaka having to seduce him.

"Solat had just taken a nap." he said, without rejection or arguing Neta nodded deeply.

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