Chasing Barokah
MB36. NOTHING HAS MISSED YOU YET

Silent silence, that's how Jaka was during the trip to Shangri-la tonight. Just this morning he was lulled friendly and now Neta threw him to the bottom of the sea. Many times he recited the phrase istighfar, it turns out sincere is difficult. Why Neta likes to provoke frustration, is it some kind of hobby?

Shanneta was still raving while her body was hugging Jaka, the night wind was cold enough to touch her skin tonight.

It seems like this position will be the most comfortable position Neta from now on, focusing all the anxiety on the shoulders of the husband, this way he can breathe the aroma of Jaka greedily, for his provision in the next 3 days. It looks like he will miss Jaka, but Neta is a girl who is indifferent to her own feelings, she is a realistic figure and not pleasant, there is money and something to be pursued, he said, Neta smiled amusedly considering that soon is the time.

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If usually Jaka will choose to say hello to Neta just to give him a drink when going down the podium, tonight Jaka is too busy with work and of course the thought of upset against the wife.

Neta and bang Sandi had a long chat about the technical reception job.

"Thanks bang, it's good to add..." Neta received a number as well as a ticket, free accommodation from the son of the official.

"Part out of Mocca, why the hell? What am I missing?" ask bang Sandi, Wening is on the podium now replacing Shanneta.

"There's a misskom who doesn't find a point of completion between me and Widi, that's it!" neta replied that he did not want to discuss the matter anymore.

"That's a real shame. Not that Widi bestie lo," Sandi's laughter rattled Neta's hair, for her this girl was like her sister.

"Udah end, bang.titip my man yes!" point Neta at Jaka who is carrying the tray to the customer's desk.

Sandi's gaze nyalang see the figure of the geeky man, she could not believe when Shanneta mentioned if the cleaning service was her husband. A choosy Shanneta, even some oilmen and pemang guruhan he refused half the mamposss.

"Lo, why don't you tell me that time anyway, you silly prick! Play take the decision grumpy, "Sandi sipped the rest of the drink in his glass among the crowd of the bar, as a manager he did not want to just sit behind the laptop and the room alone.

Neta looked at her husband with nanar, feeling the flashback when she first met at the table that Jaka was now serving from her place, but a second later she looked at Jaka with another look, "no matter how important my history was to meet Jaka.but obviously, now I have accepted and grateful...God loves someone who loves me the same. To me the material or who he is is not important. Oh yeah, what's the place I asked for that bang?"

Sandi again spent up to the last drop and switched to sipping a cigarette in his hand, "lo want to open what business?"

Neta threw a smile at Jaka who was still busy pacing back and forth without even looking back at him, "want to open the workshop," Neta replied.

"Huwa! Kok Ember who works while on vacation. Bang San, I want times too!" Wening.

Neta laughed crisply, "the soulful child, tau!"

Sandi patted the top of Wening's head, "that's it, the Alicia to DJ Amber, a big fan he said. When I love DJ Wening, isn't it funny, ask for rice rames I love instant noodles?!" answer Sandi made Neta again laugh crisply.

"Badly! Name me as instant noodles!" cebik Wening's.

"Well good instant noodles, rather than cimols?!" neta's voice increasingly made Wening pout.

"By-by ah! Don't want to know," replied Wening diokei Neta, then the girl approached Jaka who since this afternoon more silent, even now he will go, Jaka did not say a word, Jaka, it was just a bitter look that he threw at Neta.

"Jak, how are you? Yeah, I know you're flat, but it's usually fine if I talk. Tell me carefully what cake, or what kind of pesen it is," asked Neta frowned, seeing Jaka's strange attitude. Okay, she knows her husband is indeed a plywood man, but where is Jaka warm like this morning?

"Be careful," Jaka quickly made Neta's smile dim.

Shanneta was aware of the different attitude Jaka displayed, "you're angry huh?"

"What do you think I should do? Without asking permission first you take the job, yes. That means I don't have a place here." Where am I and the beautiful neng as usual who changed me-you.

"Well, if I'm wrong, I'm sorry. I was wrong for not talking about taking a side job other than Shangri-la, but I promise after this I..."

"Pension.." muttered Neta bitterly, because Jaka had passed.

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"Then I go, yeah,"

"Yes." Yeah."

Neta's heart again melos get back the cold Jaka, he escaped several times his heavy breath wanted to scream.

His clasped hand grabbed Jaka's big sleeve covered in a jacket, rubbed it down from the elbow to the palm of the hand, "i'll be flat-footed by you, assalamu'alaikum," pulled Jaka's hand towards his face and stick the palm to his smooth cheek, for the sake of feeling the warmth of Jaka's hand as his provision there.

"Wa'alaikumsalam." Jaka's throat was stuck to release Shanneta into the airport by carrying a large bag of clothes.

Shanneta steps further away from Jaka until lost in sight.

*I'm not sincere, neng gorgeous*.

~Jaka~

The roar of the dawn wind was indeed cold, but he should have been used to this. As if everything feels painful now, is it true, if Jaka is more now.

The man reflexively gazed towards his stomach, he smiled obliquely looking at the place where Neta's hands often coiled tightly to warm him. Even his ears could still hear Neta's chatty voice clashing with the roar of the wind now even though he knew this was just his hallucination.

That was the change Neta gave to Jaka's life. His jaw up and down swallowed the discomfort in the chest.

He opened the shoes that in some parts there were cracks, whether it was torn or just folds that clearly had long been used Jaka work.

"Loh, Jack. Where's bojomu?" joko asked, this young man just came out of the house. As usual, if at this hour with a flip-flop strap and a small black sling bag, it means Joko will go to the market to buy baso materials.

"Shanneta is there work in Bali," he replied, Joko looked surprised, surprised because God is the definition of a dream island for some people.

"Whoah! What a tenan yo! Around Indonesia, Bali is so!"

"I'm going in first, Jok."

Not wanting to linger about Neta who can only make him feel bitter again, Jaka decided to go inside. He was really tired today. Jaka put the motor keys on the table, then opened one by one the buttons of his shirt.

There hasn't been 2 hours of Neta leaving, but the change is getting more pronounced.

Usually Neta will immediately complain, nagging sampe naro goods everywhere continue to grab the bathroom, the, or he who adorably dropped his body as good as a udel on the mattress while complaining about how tired the days he lived.

...I miss you.......

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