Chasing Barokah
MB28. PANIC OUT

Jaka immediately went straight to the workshop, the article was already at 9 am and he did not want to until his ears were as wide as the ears of an elephant because of ci Olin nagging.

Neta pushed her cloth bag inside, but only a shirt seuprit from the door to the room, but how heavy? Feel rich carry the burden of life of the people of Indonesia! Make dry, physical tempeh! Food that enters the body of the rich directly slid into the digestive tract just like that without wanting to stop and settle into strong muscles in his body.

He spread his back and forth on the carpet by staring at the dull-colored rented ceiling, his eyebrows creeping to make sure if his vision was not mistaken, if in each corner of the contract is inhabited by a head of the lizard family and spiders, finally he felt also the feeling of sharing the roof, with animals of course not concubines Jaka. But strangely he began to feel at home and comfortable here despite living like a zoo, there are lizards, spiders, ants, chickens, cats, crickets, geckos, toads, complete!

Neta had forgotten her plans today. He will buy a mattress through an online store only. His fingers scroll the screen on the phone, choosing a mattress that would fit in Jaka's bathroom but is as comfortable as his. Price doesn't matter to him, love it!

Just one click without having to think many times he bought in cash through the online store and asked to be sent express today too, a lot of money mah free! Want to be sent through the aladdin flying carpet as well so.

"Done" stayed waiting and the bed of clouds would come, later that night he could sleep soundly while dreaming...A jaka? Kok Jaka?!

Okay, after this what? Shanneta glanced at the rice cooker, he got up from the position of the tambourine towards the rice cooker, and it turned out that there was no rice to eat later in the day...there is a sense of responsibility to make Jaka happy there, it's good tuh if you can make rice.the first time in the history of Shanneta can cook rice. If Fir'aun could wake up again, so he could make history shake the world.

The girl nodded confidently if she could do it. The next person who has heard how to cook rice is the amount of water placed can be measured by the reach of his hand.

The beautiful fingers are now willing to wash the rice like Jaka often does in the bathroom even though a little spills are important spills not one sack, then add clean water one segment of his finger, and then add clean water, close the rice cooker, and put a big smile because only this time he did this amazing thing, then what if he could cook, maybe one village he had asked to dance.

He also took a broom and began cleaning the room to be clean of dust, performing the duties of a real wife today.

Hofftt! Neta exhales tired, quite tiring but cool, just think he is doing cardio. It's just that for the business of brushing the bathroom brush he is still reluctant, let it be Jaka's business only, following washing clothes he is still not willing if the nail art used until it is damaged just because of washing.

He glanced at the clock on his cell phone, long enough he let the rice cooker do his job, he said, but why has not been smelled the aroma of cooked rice because usually if Jaka cook rice will smell the fragrant aroma of rice coming out of the hole there while spreading the steam.

Curious, the girl opened the lid of the rice cooker, her eyebrows frowning in confusion, "well, still rich gini? Is the device broken?! How do I want to eat?!" he asked, his heart suddenly disappointed.

"try-try! I'm calling Jaka!" achieved the phone that he had saved earlier, even before Neta to searching in the search engine, he said, how long is the duration of rice cooking and rice cooker brands that he uses now and the results take only 30-60 minutes.

"Assalamu'alaikum?"

"So, your rice cooker is broken! I've been cooking rice without mateng-mateng!" sewotnya to the point with a sharp and fierce tone, the intention of the heart to be a filial wife but the richness of destiny does not even allow, will be the new fashion of this girl out.

"It's busted! Empty times, I nanak rice from earlier ngga-mateng, sebel tau!"

"Buy good food, don't use this, butut!" his scathing scolding was whatever he hit there only Jaka heard there was one of his belongings that became a victim of the violence of the wife.

Jaka who was working was forced to postpone his work in order to lift the Neta call, then give a little distance away from the hearing ci Olin, Opik and workshop customers.

He rubbed his forehead which was covered in sweat circles while frowning, it felt like his rice cooker was not problematic, wong yesterday was still functioning well. This could be his wife's only empty brain.

"Milk?" ask Jaka.

"Nyala," Neta answered quivering, she was about to cry on the other end of the phone.

"Can you go home now?! Please help me for a minute!" door begged.

"But I've got a job, Net.."

"Please.." Please, Jaka sighed, why is he now so devastated by this girl that he now makes her permission to ci Olin after finishing one job. Fortunately, Ci Olin is a good and understanding boss so Jaka can permit goods ten minutes to 15 minutes to check the condition of Neta.

"Net.." he opened the door, saw the figure of the girl with the t-shirt that almost drowned her shorts were glancing and bent over looking at the rice cooker while tapping on the rice cooker. Seeing Jaka coming he immediately scattered.

"I want to learn really gini anyway, don't like ah!" he complained again and hugged Jaka.

"Eh, don't cry. Later let me try realin, make a meal later I buy rice just the same cement in warteg or Padang restaurant...." Jaka actually had a faint smile, at least Neta was willing to learn to accept her role as a wife.

"You can cook rice, wash it first, not rice?" tanya Jaka unravels Neta's embrace.

Neta nodded as she rubbed her watery eyes, "washed, I love the water one finger and I keep closing!" answer's dilettante.

Jaka immediately blinked as if he found the point of the problem, he spouted his laughter had been carried away by bo doh...

Neta's eyebrows swooped sharply when she saw Jaka laughing instead,

Bugh!

Neta hit the man's chest, "you're even shaken, rest!"

"Look, I have a beautiful magic rich neng!" in just one click the orange light says warm it turns red with the word cook.

"Beautiful neng just wait about 45 minutes'an again, later the watery rice can be mateng! Done, the rice cooker is no longer broken!" tawa Jaka explained.

"Astagfireullah! Be go, I'm really, really!" now his grim face was laughing, laughing at his own spirit.

"Ohhh be go dipiara! Mana has mewek anyway," he taunted himself while tapping his own head.

Jaka still laughs, making Neta unable to not laugh with embarrassment, "Then you don't laugh!"

Pukk!

Pukk!

Pukk!

Neta landed her punches on Jaka's body.

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