Chasing Barokah
MB4. FINDING A MATE FOR SHANNETA

It has been 3 days Neta rest at home, to restore health, brain and heart, but instead of getting healthier he even more crazy, because the house people always talk while crying and asking questions, who is the father of the fetus that it contains? No way there is, you think this is the time of Siti Maryam?

He was tired, it could be that Neta crazy always said pregnant out of wedlock, he better get out.

"Where's Neta going?" ask mother.

"You get out, get some air to keep your sanity!" He breezed on his motorcycle, contacting fellow DJ Wening.

*Srutt*

*Sruputtt*

Neta sipped her ice coffee drink to the toilet, leaving behind ice and bobba toppings. If he could gares with his glasses. His brain was billowing like the chimney of a sugar cane-carrying train in colonial times.

Wening chuckled at Neta's story, "so you have stomach pain thought to be pregnant?!"

"Gue was surprised, why your test results can be positive? Don't-don't..." Wening began to eat the story by raising his eyebrows next to the height of the mountain.

"Where do I know! Bo do very, do not want to think. When do jobs leave town? If I have an offer!" neta said looking straight ahead indifferently and indifferently, it is so his character, as long as he does not commit sins then he was indifferent.

"Not yet, at most next month, while still a routine Shangri-la club and bar schedule with Moccachino bar!" answer Wening.

Neta breathed her tired breath, she moved, "gue want to be real ah ah! My nutmeg has started to bald most minds!"

While in other places, Syarif never absent at his regular study event, along with fellow study groups from various regions, the profession he gathered.

"Shearif, how?" tanya Alwah, a senior in this study group.

Sharif shook his head resigned, "nihil habib, my sister-in-law remained silent, my wife even my mother-in-law had raised her hand to ask."

The bearded man about 7 cm long breathed, "do you allow me to ask your sister-in-law?" Syarif stared at habib Alwah in disbelief, the lecturer at one of the country's universities until speechless, so speechless he stared cengo like a goat be go.

Habib Alwah chuckled, "insha Allah, let's just say I am saving your sister-in-law's spirit, helping others. I sincerely lillahita'ala, God willing to be a reward for me and my family, hopefully I can guide your sister-in-law till jannah," he explained politely looking right sincerity and sincerity. After going through the thought for a whole day since Sharif spoke to him, he began to think hard as a foundation stone and pray in the third night.

"Alhamdulillah! Then I'll tell the family and Shanneta, habib's good intentions..."

"Oh yeah, I have some free time after this. How about I go home and tell your mother-in-law myself?"

"Oh can! Can be! It just so happens that Shanneta is at home," Sharif nodded.

About 3 hours he was out of the house, Neta returned with a state that was a little fresh and hair that changed the color of paint, so purple to pink-pink'an let his son say eggplant.

But he then frowned when he saw in the carport there was another car type SUV, he then entered not feel strange.

"Whose car?! Tumben really, what is the cement car of Syifa or mas Syarif?!"

He curled his lips and shuddered his shoulders indifferently.

Without saying hello he just went in, feeling still very upset with his family members.

Neta stopped her steps when with her compass they landed a gaze on Neta, he saw another person with a white peci, a beard of about 7 cm like a drug lord until his throat was choked and reflex said, "assalamu'alaikum," he was suddenly salya.

"Wa'alaikumsalam,"

"Neta, here son!" mom waved her hand.

"Why mom?" Neta was already suspicious of them residents of the living room, plus the man with a beard and white sneeze even smiling anjay rich people electrocuted.

"Shaneeta Amber, this is my sister-in-law whom I have told habib," Syarif introduced himself to the man who was nodding exactly to his older brother.

"Neta," nods Neta judes. Neta is not a profiler in the police department, but she has the instinct and ability to judge someone, from the romance of seeing this habib she kissed the faces of the mating kebellets.

"Shaneeta, this is Habib Alwah.beliau mas study fellow at the Islamic da'wah center, owner of a car showroom and tilapia livestock business in Jati gede, Indonesia, he had been married but God loved his wife so much that he was quickly called to his birthday, leaving a 15-year-old son."

"Ikut bela sungkawa's. Continues to? What does that have to do with me?" Neta glanced at Sharif, mother, sister Syifa alternately with a sharp glare.

"I already know your story from Sharif, Neta. Insha Allah with the permission and the pleasure of Allah, I want to accept you as a package with the fetus in your womb, insha Allah I am sincerely born inward," he said.

*Have I guessed*, *Habib sincerely, I don't*!

Neta laughed, but no one there laughed until she finally laughed to herself and snapped her crisp laugh, she cleared her throat to ward off discomfort, even as he opened his mouth was clearly visible piercing and piercing on Neta's tongue.

"Gini yes mas habib, or I call mas ustadz, or ustadz habib?" for a few seconds they fell silent, until Neta finally took the initiative.

"Okay Mas Alwah! I want clarification.actually I am not pregnant, i'm 100 percent virgin! Yes, although people doubt me considering my work and association but I make sure I'm not pregnant." Neta went up to the whole family, inexhaustible thought they were so eager to match him with a widower son one.

"Neta! The net!" syifa's mother and sister caught up with Neta who rushed upstairs.

"Neta! The same polite guest, he kindly wants to accept you already...." Syifa did not continue her words, Shanneta threw a sharp look at her brother and mother, she was already caught off guard, "what? Want to get pregnant again?! Neta is not pregnant! Not knowing Indonesian anyway? If Neta says Neta isn't pregnant, yeah!"

*Plak*!

Unknowingly Syifa slapped her sister's cheek, "conscious or alert, now in your belly there's a little fetus, Neta! You must save mother's marwah, family's marwah, your own marwah! Stop defying, accept the reality of the deck! If the father of your fetus is not responsible, you say. For your pain and disappointment are the same as ours," Syifa cried hugging her sister.

Neta melen guh long, her cheeks feel hot and a little numb, "whatever."

Neta closed the rough door, and dropped her body just like that on the mattress, she also did not forget to lock the door so that no one would disturb including Aqis. Now he can't be that cute anymore.

"Neta says follow the same family decision" Syifa said.

"Alhamdulillah" they said breadfruit.

"Quickly I will notify the family at home, for later I will inform Syarif, ma'am. Syukron,"

"Greetings to Shanneta" said habib Alwah.

There was the sound of the roar of the car engine from outside the sign of the SUV car coming out of the yard.

"Am I pregnant?" Neta got up from the bed and looked at the self-reflecting mirror, she unclipped the tip of her shirt and patted the stomach that sounded like a ripe jackfruit.

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