Chasing Barokah
MB27. FINALLY I BELIEVE

Jaka held a carpet below, because it would be like this if they slept, were in a different mattress, like their previous lives were different.

The light of different shapes and colors glowed dimly as the lights of the room were turned off, the moon, the glow in the dark star temple that Neta had loved since the SD era decorated the clean white ceiling of this room.

"Like astronomy?" jaka asked, knowing that Neta had not closed her eyes to sleep.

Neta who wrapped her body like a molen banana with a blanket was nodding in place, "more precisely like the same amazing solar system. Though his original form is not that.." his laughter crispy.

"Jaka, tomorrow we'll be back in the morning." she said, weird! Kok so miss Jaka's contract that clearly he thinks is ugly, rich in rat nests, where the bathroom has no lid, plus a thin mattress that makes the body feel crumpled.

Jaka did not argue, just now a wide smile was engraved clearly on his face even though Neta did not know.

"James..."

Eyes that almost closed again he forced to open to listen to this beautiful neng talk, worried if not heard he would turn into Reog mode.

"Hm,"

"Do you have money?" his question, making thick eyebrows Jaka frowned among his drowsiness, hearing the word money ear kok suddenly hot, whether this is often bang Togar or cang Mu'in and kong Eman say...if the wife every day nanyain money make heart and ears hot! Because there will be a wallet that is hollow later.

"Make?" ask Jaka.

"Install the bathroom door, do not cihuy if suddenly the guest comes when I'm again concert.." lamented make Jaka chuckle to hear the parable of Neta.

"Yes, I'll talk to Eman or Epi" he replied.

"I also want to change mattresses, use your body I've long crumpled.." this beauty complains a lot apparently, as Jaka first guessed and he has to get used to it, and he has to get used to it, does that mean he accepts their marriage, or is in the process of accepting it?

"Yes, I'll catch the money, yeah" Jaka was really sleepy because he was tired.

"James..." Neta turned her head downwards where Jaka had closed her eyes with both hands on her back.

"Then don't take it, I said!" he stabbed Jaka in the cheek, but unfortunately the owner did not want to open his eyes, he grinned in the heart.diraihnya index finger Neta and bite it slowly.

"Jakkaaa! Slutty! How about if I get my index finger from ngupil?!" he pulled the index finger that Jaka had bitten.

Jaka chuckled as he turned his body to the side, facing Neta, "what's the beautiful bell? I'm sleepy." his voice is a characteristic raucous people who are ready to rest the body.

Jaka's turn to ask Neta instead of silence, believe me if now Shanneta is blushing made, many men who often say the word praise to Neta, the, but only from Jaka is able to make it float into the air with the moon and stars.

"That's right! Go on, yeah, just sleep! Don't disturb!" pebik pissed.

Jaka smiled, yeahh.it's Shanneta.

Good night neng beautiful....

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Early in the morning they had woken up, it had become a habit for Jaka to wake up Neta, although initially forced with a little grievance and scolding but Jaka will not give up just guiding Shanneta.

"Assalamu'alaikum warahmatullah's..."

"Assalamu'alaikum warahmatullah's..."

Jaka thrust back the back of his hand at Neta, at first there was a delicacy from this girl but soon after he bowed his head in order to salim takzim to Jaka, unexpected Neta, expected, Jaka grabbed the face-clad head and kissed it making it freeze on the spot.

"Swans..."

"The Sowang Barokah..."

On top of Neta's bed was already a pile of Shanneta's clothes and other personal equipment, little by little, the girl began to move her belongings to Jaka's contract. There are no suitcases as a place to carry, just cloth bags considering they come with a motorbike only.

Wejangan after a more appropriate dish called nagelan handed down mother Nilam for her daughter Neta at breakfast together so that Neta is more full of hearing the mother's nagging than her breakfast.

"Don't embarrass Jaka and his family, Neta..."

"Yes...Yes already, Neta same Jaka back first ma'am.soal Jaka had to go to the workshop to find a mouthful of rice and a hunk of agate.." pamitnya.

"Yes careful! Guarded contents...I don't drink alcohol like cigarettes anymore, right? Danger to the content?!" fierce mom makes Neta and Jaka stare at each other.

Neta shook her head, "lengga."

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He stared at his daughter and daughter-in-law who disappeared behind the fence, but there was always a sense of longing that was back nesting when Neta left the house. That's how a child in the eyes of a mother, when near to make upset but when far away make longing....

"Neta, may you be the wife of Soleha.." she muttered back into the house, not knowing what brought her to see Neta's room, either because he was used to cleaning the room of his youngest daughter since long ago or indeed missed it back hugging, Nilam's mother went up the stairs to the room Neta. The room that he usually found was often cluttered is now always neat...

"Mother doesn't believe you can marry this penny, which is the same guy who may be unexpected." he murmured, opening a little window of Neta's room for air to enter. Dusapnya bed former child and son-in-law is sleeping until his eyes fell pounded on the dresser of the princess.

"What's that?" a squeak on the forehead implies confusion and strangeness. A pile of flat objects scattered in the place of Neta's hair clasp and felt familiar to him. I don't know, ever since Shanneta married Jaka she never re-entered the room of her youngest daughter.

"The prospect? Negative?"

He increasingly circulated a sweeping view of the entire room that felt neat and nothing strange, objects neatly spread on the Neta dressing table and some he checked, he checked, his heart suddenly thumped irregularly feeling unwell.

A piece of paper folded irregularly just in the form of a square like a note or shopping receipt is achieved and opened.

His eyes moved following every word he was watching, "astagfirullah!"

His gaze was straight yet his mind penetrated into the past, though,

"Mrt is not pregnant!"

"Lied!"

"Who is Neta?!"

"Neta never did anything about what I'm accusing you of! Why doesn't anyone believe it?!"

"I'm Jaka Barokah..."

"You! The man who got pregnant with my son?!"

"The first contract-----party marriage treaty, Shanneta Amber, second party, Jaka Barokah..."

"Astagfirefull!" Mother sat on the dresser chair holding a note that read Shangri-la.

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