Chasing Barokah
MB39. BITTER REALITY

~Jaka~

The phone is not the latest output phone there are some cracks on the screen even though it still works. Repeatedly he reached into the phone in the pocket of the right pants then pressed the power button, he is not a gadget child but especially for today he so often looked at his phone hoping there was a notification from the beautiful who was on the island of the Gods there.

"So, where is Amber? Tumben...usually together?" pak Uus got up by making a movement to stretch his waist muscles, since earlier he sat making a sore waist. Two cups of coffee already toilet leave a black vacuum at the bottom of the glass in order to accompany the task of its guard as security.

He thrust his cigarette box in front of Jaka, offering this man to just warm the body.

Jaka looked up, why not? He pulled a cigarette and then with a reflex movement, Uus handed him his gasoline match.

"Neta again there's a job in Bali, sir. The son of the birthday official," somehow today he wants to linger outside the house. Jaka revoked his motorbike key and chose to chat casually for a moment at the security post with Pak Uus while finishing his cigarette.

White smoke billowed between the two, "we shall! The strategy is good, anyway most customers here on mbak Amber, the people nyenengin, not arrogant, where muter-muter nganu! Delicious song," nodded Mr. Uus many times.

"Plus, pretty!" kekehnya linked the two fingers in front of Jaka, making Jaka laugh over the slurping of Pak Uus, right....Shanneta is beautiful, sir Uus can see that. Then where is he? Jaka began to fret because Neta said he would ask permission, does the owner have to not acc his request?

When you get to Jakarta, tell me.

Jaka's eyebrows rise while his message only ticks one. He put the phone back in his pocket, it's possible that Amber is already on the way.

After spending one cigarette, Jaka chose to go home. After all, the bar was deserted, Mr. Uus prepared to take turns guarding with other colleagues.

Nothing strange today, it's still the same as usual. The difference is that today he is off from Shangri-la.

Several notifications stormed Jaka when he reached home, but did not necessarily make him excited because of the invasion of the message from the children of Tarka who waited for the mandate from him at what time will gather and where.

Ba'da isya, in front of the rented room only.

Jaka replied briefly densely and clearly.

The streets began to be crowded by people who were increasingly coming to help. One of them called the police. And another arrested another driver.

The atmosphere of the night that should be shahdu was now even rowdy, the smell of an engine that overheat and the clutch burned into the most pungent aroma besides fishy da rah.

"Thank you!" if only waiting for the authorities and medical team will be too long, the residents who are there shoulder to shoulder trying to evacuate.

Roads are closed from two directions to the public, broken glass and iron friction along the asphalt imprint along the way.

"The probe is clamped, try to push first the stool bli,"

"Part of the driver's ringsek, already dead in place bli.." said someone who checked Jason's condition, how not the front of the car alone is out of shape. Likewise Alicia who is covered in dar ah with no better condition than Jason bak Perkedel.

"Difficult bli, try the back one..."

"Gosh," they shook their heads in concern and threw each other horrified gazes.

The car was forced to be dismantled until it became pieces in order to evacuate the three, even though they do not know how the condition, whether it is still alive or already....

Flickering lights from police sirens and medical teams have surrounded the scene. The terrible tragedy made an instant stir the citizens around. Even some who watched to the point of shuddering were horrified.

The pure white cloth closes the sheet of the life journey of a man, all that lives will return to the Creator.

"Ijin reported, several identities were found at the scene, the victim on behalf of 17-year-old Alicia Raharjo, a woman, domiciled in Jakarta as a student, Jason Alexander, 17 years old, men domiciled in Jakarta are students and Shanneta Amber Budiawan, a 24-year-old woman, works domiciled in Jakarta. There are 3 phones, and one is still on."

"Call the families of the victims to submit antemortem and postmortem data?"

"Ready man."

19.30 WIB

Jaka rested longer tonight, he gave rise to all the do'a and hope, because since then his chest was stricken with endless tightness. Shanneta had lost contact with him in the early hours of the morning. He should have arrived in Jakarta since this morning, let alone his shadow, the message that Jaka sent him still remains one tick.

*What do you have to do not acc*?

^^^09.00✔️^^^

*If you're at the airport, let me know. Upcoming retrieved*...

^^^13.00✔️^^^

*So come home now*?

^^^17.00✔️^^^

Even if he doesn't come home today, there's no way his phone hasn't been active all this time. Then where is he? Is his wife angry?

Jaka was still reluctant to move from the top of the prayer mat, even though the prayer was finished.

"O Allah, where are you going?" Jaka takes a rough breath, "likes to make me claustrophobic gini.."

"Kang Jaka!" many people from outside the house called him.

"Assalamua'laikum,"

"Kang, oh akang maen yuk kang!" seloroh Yudha laughed at the others.

"Wa'alaikumsalam," Jaka got up and pulled the prayer mat, with a short movement he folded the prayer mat and put it on the bed just like that.

The door opens, presenting a dozen teenagers who are the average age of High School and Junior High School.

"Weits the akang, just finished praying. Disturbing not kang?" ask Sinai.

"Engga, just finished." Jaka swept his eyes towards the children before him began to count and approve the personnel of Tarka RW 09.

"Which at the mah lecture has not been here kang, he said later wait kang Jaka nge notice," kekeh Yudha.

"Yes, much less Rahma's voice." soda Sinai.

"Heh, bang Jaka already has a chini!" fierce Pudin.

"Which Opic? Not followed by Din?" ask Jaka.

"Again bang, same Okie." The children chose to sit on the rented terrace, the barrier walls of the terrace and terrace of Joko, some who chose to stand and dizzy looking at the cassava garden kong Eman with nosy, sometimes they scare each other because the garden is dark.

"Behold, I'm noticing the other one..." Jaka gets into a contract intending to take his cell phone. Just as he had entered the room, his phone vibrated and lit up from earlier.

"Sir Sandi?"

"Assalam--"

"Where are you?!" cut Sandi without waiting for Jaka to say hello let alone answer it.

"Why sir?"

"Gue got word just now from Alicia's family, Alicia same Neta car accident was dawn!"

"Astagfirullah," muttered Jaka.

"Ringsek cars are not shaped. Lo dateng to Shangri-la now, I get accommodation from the Alicia family to Bali, oh yes all nyokap phone or her brother Neta," he said quickly and panicked.

"What are you doing, sir? Is it just me not enough?" ask Jaka.

"Create antemortem data, ma yat identification data," replied Sandi, even his voice to vibrate.

"Mother, don't joke! Shanneta was fine, last night she was still telling me," jaka joked, could she possibly have told Nilam's mother or Syifa? Nah!

"Astagfirullah, O Allah. If this is a test from you, then I can't..."

Apparently this is God's answer to him, why should this be the answer he got. Jaka can still hold his phone vibrating for the sake of listening to Sandi talk.

*Go wherever you want, even where I don't know*.

*Then I said it*,

*So, are you angry*?

*I'm sorry. I was wrong, don't be gini. I don't like being dicuekin*.

*Miss you*

*Then I went ya*,

"Astagfirullah---astagfirullah," Jaka repeatedly uttered the phrase istighfar and rubbed his chest.

"Hallo! Jaka, I'm waiting 15 minutes for a hunt! Go straight to Soetta, save time!" snapped Sandi melted the shadow of Neta's face last time who begged Jaka.

Jaka immediately changed his clothes, and plucking out all the sockets also locked the door.

"Jak, where are you going? I just came too!" Opik walks casually with a sip of his cigarette, he just came with Okie. Just contact the children of Tarka immediately silent at once saw Jaka who slammed the door and was ready to leave.

"Sir, replace me! I want to follow Shanneta to Bali right now." Jaka was wearing his shoes.

"Battle! What's up Jak? Why rush?"

"Shanneta accident in Bali, I go..."

"Astagfirulah..."

The children also gawked and muttered.

"Yes, Jak, go on a spit. Ci Olin I'll tell you later. I hope Saneta can't come back here without anything lacking!" Jaka nodded, asking a neighbor who worked as a motorcycle taxi driver to drive him to the airport.

The distance of the earth-sounding houses to the Mahsyar field feels so long and long! The shadow of Neta's face that laughed crisply and spoiled was getting recorded clearly in her head, *So! By no*! Until his bitter face melted at dawn as he left. Jaka regretted being consumed by his emotions, reciting sentences that he should not have murmured or even thought, his incompatibility was paid in cash by the Almighty. Would his wife really go to a place he didn't know about? Where does he not exist?

*Don't leave me, Shanneta*.

.

.

.

.

.