Chasing Barokah
MB# 25. REALISE

Jaka is back at work. For him, time is money.There are no holidays in his calendar other than the day of Eid, or emergency moments such as illness, sometimes people seem not to be spoiled if just a cold, if you just catch a cold, the flu or stomach ulcer is only M disease (males). Push the spirit and physical endurance for the sake of mental as strong as steel. He is not a rich man who can still eat even though his work is just a foot barge with the same index foot gerakin doang, or can sawer-sawer money on the road abis it enter bui. He is the type of man who must work hard like a horse being spanked and dragged.

Ting!

Brakk!

A grekk!

The heavy sound of the workshop tools he cleaned and tidied back to its original place, because ci Olin will not tolerate loss unless damaged by work...or their salary will be cut to replace lost tools.

"Jak's spirit, find a lot of cuan. Let your bini not work anymore.bini lu saucy, afraid at the taxi people at work," teased ci Olin, while the seduced person threw his slanted smile.

"Jaka already not cool now," Cebik Opik, jutek looks like a mother-mak dicuekin lakinya fit again li biido.

"Why you?" ci Olin asked who came out of the cashier room and turned on a small fan towards his face, he waited for Jaka and Opik to tidy up all the workshop tools and close the rolling door and sliding door.

"Now I can't go to the mallem market for girls next door, ci!" answer Opik.

"The reason is you, wash your face using water wudu..biar kinclong, not oil! So the girls want lyrics.liat the Jaka, the proof is dapet bini sakep.." he said with a typical nyinyir face netizen budiarti.

"God, your words hurt my heart, I'm a heavenly master!" replied Opik patting his chest.

"Prett! Where there are heaven experts nagging where the smell of gasoline! I'm back, your brain isn't done most ngisep smell of oil!" said Ci Olin received the key to the workshop from Jaka who had closed the workshop rather than Opik who had only been dancing like a duck.

Jaka shook his head while chuckling, "already back Pik," pull Jaka towards each motorbike.

"Well, when is Tarka's son gathering again?" ask Opik.

"Most if you want 17an, besides I can not be as active as before, I want to ask Mr. RW to choose the new Taruna Reef chairman, Pik."

Opik put a helmet on his head, "loh! Don't Jak, you're good to be the head of Tarka in our RW, children in the same sequence you.lagian your ideas are creative, RT, RW on like, citizens too..."

Before actually turning on his motorbike, Jaka sent a message to Neta to get ready, before they went for a night trip Jaka decided to visit Neta's house first, who knew his wife was homesick.

Neta who was doing nothing but counting how many times the classified ads about the trial of the police case who were shot passed as long as he sat in front of the tv. Sampe squint his eyes, not to mention the pan tat that feels hot because of slow sitting.

The phone he put in front of the table suddenly lit up, one message from Jaka came in, asking him to get ready from now on. Be Neta immediately turn off the television and take a shower.

Jaka opened his rented door, because the house was not so spacious the aroma of expensive perfume that was just sprayed Neta welcomed his kiss and shrunk the smell of the workshop on his body, which was very expensive, the girl is now sitting in front of a mirror that she deliberately lowered from the room so that she can read more clearly when making eyebrows, yes even though her makeup is only thin, only thin, because basically Shanneta is beautiful from her son.

"Abis isya?" ask Neta.

Jaka grabbed a towel that was draped on the door of the room, "to your house first.meet the other mother."

Ah yes! Why did he forget he had a family?! Speaking of home, suddenly his heart so homesick, miss the thick and soft mattress and bathroom with a meeting door.

"Do you want to use my bike or your car?" ask Jaka.

"Your motorbike is, males take the car anyways stuck.."

"Walahhh, where are you going? Both of Jak's walks?" mpok Aya who was there took the clothesline to say hello.

"Yes to the mpok."

"You go to the house I'm picking up."

"Oh, iyee..salam for yee family, would you like to spend money on sono Shanet?"

"Yes mpok. The road used to be mpok, assalamu'alaikum," replied Jaka.

"Wa'alaikumsalam."

Neta did not ask much with Jaka's decision which previously did not say first, whatever the reason is Neta yes.

"Yes? Chocolate cheese.." answered Neta raucously and then cleared his throat. Neta not a second away her eyes from the movement Jaka made, speechless! That's what Neta is now natural.

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"Auntyyy!" shouted Aqis, some days he did not see the aunt this time aunty and her om'nya bring toast and favorite snacks.

"Well, why bother Jaka..." Brother Syifa smiled to fix his veil out of the room.

"The word is Neta, mother likes the taste of chocolate cheese.it happened to pass by.." replied Jaka made Nilam's mother could not comment on his smile, he had time to think of a young man as polite as Jaka, did he really impregnate his daughter? Seen from any angle this young man does not have the face and character of a criminal kela amen. Worship alone looks so diligent, now he doubts the image of Jaka as long as he knows him.

"Thank you Jaka,"

No longer in the living room, now the chat is happening in the living room, a warmer and deeper corner of this house.

"Work, Jak?" ask the Syarif.

"Just come home. If Friday's schedule is only in the workshop, Shangri-la closed," he replied politely filled with hospitality even though his face seemed flat-out rich walls.

"Neta, your husband makes you drink..when you are even busy nyemil yourself? Don't know shame!" bully mother.

"Usually also take it yourself," muttered Neta keceplosan.

"What?!" not only the mother, but Syifa and Sharif were also surprised. Just contact the hand of the outstretched mother to drag the youngest daughter until she complained.

"Awww-awww! Ma'am! I'll take this off later!" Neta rubbed her ears.

"Astagfirullah Neta, what kind of wife are you? When my husband drinks alone. What don't-don't...." Syifa narrowed her eyes, brought her face closer to her sister, because she knew how Shanneta could not be anything and spoiled.

"Your sins! Don't you at Jaka's house take care of everything?" beat the mother in her fierce tone, shooting right at the target.

"Ampunnn! Gini if the girls can't do anything. Shame on Jaka's mom, same family!" nilam's mother's hands were already greget on her daughter that made Neta reflex take refuge towards Jaka.

"Mothers uh. It's grumpy! My husband is also fine-fine, huh Jaka?!" he asked for a defense from Jaka.

"Without mother, I'm not thirsty. Let me get thirsty later I'll take it myself." Jaka.

"Eh bengga. Let Neta make it..." Sharif this time asked his sister-in-law who made.

Jaka smiled faintly at Neta now moving towards the kitchen. He escaped his long breath, it is true! He can't be anything. Shame on me, but....

Jaka approached himself who was in the kitchen, "I do not like coffee that is too sweet.just 2 teaspoons of sugar."

Neta turned her body, "it's been hunted in 3 teaspoons,"

"Neverything, next time can be remembered my taste." Jaka immediately received the coffee and tried it, "let's cover the coffee first..."

Neta lowered her head, she saw the ring from Jaka embedded in her finger, "Jaka, I'm sorry."

Aware of Neta's dim face, Jaka put a cup of coffee and grabbed Neta, "nothing, a teaspoon of sugar won't make me directly affected by diabetes right? Except if I drink it while looking at this beautiful neng,"

The girl shook her head, "you don't have Jaka's hipster," she lamented, making Jaka chuckle.

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