Chasing Barokah
MB38. CHASING BAROQUE
Shanneta sighed, looking at the appearance in front of the mirror, pleasing to the eye as usual. She laughed because she praised her own beauty.
With just a touch of a black choker necklace, then everything is done. Blazer dongker wrapped in an tube top (kemben/tank top super minimalist) brown brick, combined sepaha pleated skirt in color with blazer to be a plenary look of the DJ class Shanneta, in accordance with rumors circulating if he can match other famous Indonesian DJs in the ranks of fresh and talented DJs.
His hair color had changed back to black accented brown, he was intentionally totality. His final appearance today just consider his farewell to the world per-DJ'an. And after this he will resign from Shangri-la.
Step black jingle shoes tread the semi outdoor style event room, with the theme of one stop dancing. Balloon gold and black became the dominant color hanging and beautiful attached to form the entrance curve and decoration in each corner of the room, the chair that has been neatly arranged with in the left right corner of the view of Kuta beach. The event was held in a villa close to the beach area.
...❤ SWEET 17 ALICIA ❤...
The event whose contents are dominated by teenagers this responsibility would describe the freedom of the younger generation today, he guessed they might be among the money from the style of dress, lifestyle and talk alone is different. Maybe it was so, too, but why was Neta so sick of seeing it now, as if the world was just them.
Flickering lights befriended the night breeze swept over Shanneta's skin, this is how the naughty glamour life he would leave behind, he closed his eyes just to live this atmosphere. Who knows, you will miss.
The sound of mc combined with the pounding waves that roll over the exotic appearance of the night. The owner of the event attended a costume outfit like a princess with a smile that never faded considering today is a special day for her.
The moment the event did not make restless distracted, Neta repeatedly glanced at the cellphone he kept in his bag. The bag he always put next to him.
Jaka was really angry with him, until now he did not reply or read messages from him since the first message was sent.
There are still a few dozen minutes before he starts the action, Neta choose to send a message.
Sorry, I was wrong. Don't cuddle me. I don't like being diced.
Long he waited until his cell phone battery only stayed 10 percent.
Yeah, I work first. Tomorrow I try to talk to the same who has a wish to be given a ticket back to the mall so that you can go home I am home.
Greetings from far away,
Then Neta took a picture of herself and she sent it to Jaka with the caption #miss you 😘
The sound of corvetti shooting in the air accompanied by applause and happy birthday singing surprised him. "They! Shocked me.." murmured Shanneta stroked his chest, he turned off his phone and put it well in the bag.
Amidst the hustle and joy maybe only Neta who currently feels bland, but he put it aside for the sake of a word of professionalism. There is a price to pay for a musical taste and popularity, a feeling.
Last night's party for the world does not have a curfew for young people who are lulled in the favor of the world.
Jaka sighed in his place, the amount of anger hanging still lost to all the sweet words of Shanneta, she said, at exactly 7 p.m., he who was wearing a jacket prepared to look for rupiah at Shangri-la read in advance a message from his wife.
A pictorial message still rotates green aga a little long, the effect of the quota or indeed the hapenya that has not been *support*, etc*, until a photo of the prettiest woman after Sri's mother is plastered for real makes the turmoil of longing more overflowing.
Jaka may be late, because when he answers, the message only ticks one. He rubbed his nape with tired thesahan sign a little sorry why must be late to answer, maybe there Shanneta will not be able to work quietly like he was last afternoon.
*Opik is right, it shouldn't be so*.
Married couples are life partners, however it is not Neta's fault entirely, the attitude of the wife how the guidance of her husband. Because back, Shanneta is still in the process of learning should not he even leave her, there is no man (woman) who immediately became a perfect wife figure like Khadija or Aisyah, he said, especially for a Shanneta who doesn't know anything.
"Yahu! My brother!" exclaims Sandi, his gaze and Wening can not be separated from the flat object that shows the instastory of the owner hajat.
"Dyan! Emang Amber does not taste the music, I admit I just lost, ngiri I bang!" timpal Wening then gulped down Jack daniel. Jaka who accidentally crossed can see the silhouette of his wife's slick appearance.
"Eh Jak, here! Bini lo see!" Sandi waved and pulled the end of Jaka's shirt roughly without permission so excited to show DJ Amber at the youth event.
The body of Neta who was exposed successfully made Jaka fantasize his first ciu man with Neta that morning.
"She's got word you're not?" tanya Sandi asked briefly but her eyes were still staring unblinkingly at the flat screen.
"There sir,"
*Ck, naughty wife. Want to play around you neng gorgeous*...
Jaka again clucked upset because Neta even gave up his smooth skin in front of the children the smell of kencur which would surely drool to see the beautiful DJ sexy.
"Woahhhhh!"
The cry of enjoying the atmosphere and the song so echoed.
Alicia smiled, she did not choose Amber wrongly.
"Sister Amber! Thank you so much for liking to know!" he widened his smile to greet the mood.
"Together, Alicia's happy birthday. Huh!" Neta handed a box of ribbons to the birthday girl, she had already prepared it this afternoon before the event.
"Gee, thanks Amber!" fun.
"Sir Am, selfi yuk! Want me to be on the sosmed, oh yes later my friends want acquaintances he said,"
Neta is actually tired considering it's already 2 p.m., but she's fine.
"Oh yes, brother, tomorrow we vacation sdkalian hunting souvenirs from 8 am aja yuk!" take Alicia.
Incidentally, the girl discussed the matter tomorrow.
"Alicia, it's actually I want to say.kan gini ya..." he seduced the 17-year-old boy to accuse him of getting a quick return ticket with his signature style as he did with Jaka once with a sudden interest alibi in Jakarta.
Neta can smile with relief, this morning she is going home. The longing that is increasingly piled up mixed with guilt is no longer unstoppable. Maybe from now on he should think of the matching sentence as an apology, should he jog and swallow jank in front of Jaka to be forgiven? Neta shuddered amusedly imagining it.
Soon he picked up his bag, because Jason and Alicia were out there waiting for him.
Although it was felt that he could not reach Jakarta when Jaka returned from Shangri-la, at least Neta had tried as quickly as possible to pursue his Barokah.
At exactly 3 a.m., he was escorted by Alicia and Jason to I Gusti Ngurah Rai airport.
"Oh, sorry so repotin. Though I have been taking a taxi, do not need to be taken. Your kasian hasn't slept yet" Neta said.
"It's easy, brother, nothing, I'm used to staying up for mabar." said Jason rubbed his nose while smiling to see Neta from the rearview mirror of the car.
"She's a regular sis, hoammm!" Alicia yawned, propping her head to the left side with her hands.
"I'm because kepengen nganterin kaka come home so come along, oh yes the rest of the payment I've transferred kak earlier isya." Alicia looked at the back seat.
"Sip!" Neta mengokei, with this he will have enough savings for his life ahead with Jaka.
The black car sped between the almost deserted streets of the city. Today's 17-year-old child can hold the world in his hands.
"Yaaa...fuck actually, emang kak Amber does not want to shop first it around Bali?" the girl showed her typical childish frowning face if the desire was not fulfilled.
"I'm so sorry..." Neta.
"Yes, there's nothing.." I grumbled.
"Gini deh, later in Jakarta we will make an agreement if you want to hangout together, I am happy to meet!" Neta tried to seduce the spoiled girl.
"Asikk!" yells.
His shoulder movement up and down gently sighed as he stared at the streets of the city, he would come back here with the love, Shanneta smiled.
But that smile didn't last long. Only a fraction of a second of blinding light attacked the three pairs of eyes, until the world's newest brand black car was now slammed into a ringer and dragged as far as several tens of meters.
BRAKKKKKK!
Sreettt! Ckitt!
A grekkkk!
His heart rate slowed. This was too tired, so that the pair of eyes that had the image of the ideal priest had now dimmed.
Love, I'm home....
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