Chasing Barokah
MB 29'S. THERE WAS NO COORDINATION

Pudin knocked on Jaka's rented door.

"Sanet's look! Mpa!"

The voice of the teen smp was raspy rickshaw rich Ariel Noah, probably because it had entered the age of puberty.

"Yes for a moment" Shanneta looked at his first masterpiece, white rice! He laughs proudly, tomorrow let him be the one who begat.

"God is cooking rice!" shom bongg's mumbling!

Because of the great pride in Neta, the rented door he lifted only with a force of one-eighth of his energy, small! The power of succes yes this way, make the heart happy whatever will be done feels as easy as scratching bentol.

The face of the ex stink of the child who smells of the sun has grown and his dadhanya began field greeting eye view.

"Why Din?" ask Neta.

"There is a contract for bang Jaka. Packagers.." point Pudin at 2 men who are carrying a thick and tender mattress while nodding towards Neta.

"Where does Jaka buy a mattress?" ask Pudin.

"Oh!" Neta exclaimed, "it's over here, bring it here! I didn't have my phone yet anyway mas" pinta Neta waved her hand at the two people behind Pudin.

"So it's been called but it's not lifted," answered one of them. Fortunately, they met this young man who had just returned from school.

"Oh, is it? Means I'm again in the bathroom kanya, yes already...can you please enter ngga mas?" pinta Neta is called both, remember! The customer is king.

"Thank you Din" said Neta, to which Pudin was called.

"Sama-sama, if so Pudin turned back deh mpok.." he passed, only blocked one rented house from Jaka's contract.

"Buy what's Net?" mpok Aya who heard the commotion, went straight out.it is difficult if living among such dense settlements, buy anything tuh neighbor must know, want it expensive goods until cheap terasi even omniscient neighbors. Except if Neta buys tuyul!

"Courtesy of mpok," replied Neta.

"No! Buy a mattress rich mpok Neta dong nyak! Padded, big, make a good night's sleep, "indicate Pudin.

"Yes, by the way, you're back?"

"The teacher's meeting!" answer Pudin.

Cing Anjar came out, indeed the hours to noon this time the mother-form is still on the seger, "new bride, the mattress must be resilient yes Net...jaka is hot again iye ngga? Not ape-ape after deposit let the spit deflect!" the middle-aged woman raised her eyebrows making Neta for the first time meet red, embarrassed.

Mpok Aya laughed, "hot, it was so on the stove! Cing Anjar ngaco ah!"

"What's hot?" asked Pudin, this teenager frowned making Neta more uncomfortable with this chat.

Cing Anjar laughed while Aya sizzled, "not yet you know! Come in, change your clothes..."

"Cing, mpok..I go in first yes..."

Neta smiled and looked at her new mattress that was placed against the wall of the room.

His outstretched hand touched the object that was still sealed and plasticized neatly, flashed through his mind chatter mpok Aya and cing Anjar just made his face again met with red and laugh at himself.

"Crazy times huh, I thought of such a rich scene! Idihhhh, amused yourself..gue is not ready!" gidiknya. He did not think that far with anyone even with Jaka, the shadow will be beautiful first night or more relationship in the team as if still gray, or even dark?! He is still in the stage of accepting reality, trying to accept the sense that God gives to flow in the trough of the heart to the soul, not as far as the chatter of Cing Anjar and mpok Aya let alone to have children, NO! He is not yet, not even ready to have a descendant.

Neta removed the thoughts that made her shudder amusedly, "go check first ya...did try!" Neta took the scissors and pulled the mattress until now the big thing to sleep in was now rolling out to fill the front room, fortunately not to hit the table and television.

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Jaka wiped his hands together, "Reverse ah! Hungry me Jak," Opik who used to rest in the workshop now decided to go home and eat at home, because by chance the mother cooked her favorite jengkol stew at home.

Ci Olin put the signboard on the front door of the workshop.

...***Sedue rest***...

Jaka and Opik split up at an intersection near the alley of Jaka's house, not unlike the one that the children of the region and had to contract the house. Opik is more fortunate to still live in the home of both parents, although it must be handled by his mother who is demanding, her name is also mother-former, kepingin his son better.

The motorbike that Jaka drove through a gangway and several neighboring houses, until it ended up in the field right in front of his contract.

"Cie, Jak! Hot huh, ampe mattress change?!" anjar cing claw laughed mpok Aya, "diem nape cing, the mana do not shake.gue hard nybut yam lu,"

Jaka shone, "hot? A mattress?" he got off his bike while nodding briefly, "come in first cing, mpok."

What was? It feels like the new house he left 2 hours but has made a new furore, what else does his wife make now?

By carrying a crackle containing rice dishes, Jaka entered into the contract.

"Shaa! Shanneta!" Jaka shouted out.

"Open the door!" Jaka knocked on the door.

"Just a second! It's hard for me to lift" replied Neta.

"Thank what?"

"So help me, jatoh mattress, ngalangin door.I can not lift it! Heavy," he shouted again.

"Courtesy?" ask her.

"I bought a bed. Keep me checking, I jatohin down uh, it turns out to menuhin the front room, I want to lift but heavy! Help me Jaka!" his voice was like someone else's frenzy and fatigue.

Here we go! If you buy without coordination first, make a hassle, where the room is small!

"Where do I want to go?" Jaka asked to make Neta come to think, but a second later the two approached the window, apparently Neta and Jaka had the same idea.

Just as Jaka looked down and opened the window, Neta pushed him out.

*Brakk*!

*dughh*!

"Aww!"

"Jeez Jakaaa!"

"What the hell?!" Mpok Aya and Cing Anjar to the point of being shocked at the loud noise.

Jaka who retreated due to hard shock rubbed his upper forehead.

"Ha-ha-ha!" Neta laughed, "sorry-sorry! My husband is sucked!" but he did not stop laughing over the pain of Jaka.

"You don't want to open the window first," complained Jaka complaining and grimacing, quite making kleyengan and frown.

"You didn't say squat there either, so I pushed!" buy over.

Jaka approached the window goal and went straight in, stepping over just like a thief.

"Here I look! Oh Allah..the red, the lump is not?!" his laughter still resounded, his outstretched hand pulled Jaka's head and blew Jaka's forehead full of tenderness.

Behind the pain unconsciously, Neta has admitted that Jaka is her husband.

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