Chasing Barokah
MBH #43. HOW REVERSE?

After Jaka's departure, he could only fall down, pondering over everything. Glanced to the side where the incision was heard from the next room, the patient and the waiter were chatting coolly not like the sudden nyepi when Jaka came out. Although a little clueless with the sentence spoken, but there are words that Neta understands include money, want to go home quickly, and the events experienced.

Tired of him looking at the ceiling of a clean white room with no animals as contracted or cobwebs sticking and cream curtains covering the room. Until finally he was quite snapped when the curtains were opened a little, apparently a middle-aged mother from the side room thrusting a few pieces of sponge cake with a tissue base.

"Gak isn't from the original Bali?" guess right, maybe seen from the face of Neta that does not look like a statue of Wisnu Kencana but more like a statue of Pancoran.

Neta shook her head, "not mom, Jakarta. thanks..." Neta with a free hand received a cake from him.

"Oh, deserved." she replied briefly, yeah deserved! Quickly resembling an ondel-ondel, Neta smiled stiffly.

"Who's waiting? Where's bli been?" ask her.

"My husband is back at the mother's market, thanks-" replied Neta, she nodded, then returned to her place.

"Oh, he's married" he nodded.

God always gives unexpected surprises, wherever he always spreads good people even though he does not know whether the person is one people or not. Among the chews eating cake, the steps of several people with shoes that hit the floor sounded clear.

"Patient Shanneta Amber here sir," a nun opened the curtain until she saw that men and women were in uniform and not.

"Good morning sister Shanneta,"

"For the sir, ma'am..."

The police, who counted 3 people and one woman, entered, filling a room of not so large size around Neta.

"How's Miss Shanneta doing?"

"good. Call me Neta ma'am," he replied he did not like the fronts, except if the front pake noble he was fine-fine only.

"Okay, Neta..."

Neta glanced at another one wearing a navy t-shirt with a collar carrying a large paper bag

Jaka is quite reliable, although a little difficulty searching. Finally he can bring a few pieces of t-shirts for him and Neta.

Seen by the sellers of wet cakes typical of Bali neatly lined up menjakkan wares with special clothes there. His footsteps approached the slap in the foot.

There is a cake like serabi but on top of it is spiked coconut sprinkles and kinca sugar, *laklak*. Slide next to it there is a cake with a trumpet-like shape, *cerorot*. There are several others such as *milk pie, corn anointing, jaje klepon, abugsari, and wedu*.

Neta who is fond of snacking will definitely like, Jaka bought some for him to take to the hospital.

This witness examination process lasted long enough, Neta gave his testimony and testimony with cooperative and detail, until Jaka returned again even the police still did not leave his place.

He approached the Neta room with some black crackles hanging in his hands. They compactly turned their heads as Jaka entered,

"This--"

"I'm Shanneta's husband sir,"

"Oh," they nodded in understanding.

From his eyes Jaka could see Shanneta who was quite traumatized by the incident, trying as hard as possible to describe the event in detail, although occasionally he had to wipe his eyes and nose.

Then he was seen blowing the air with a rough sign that was neutralizing the feeling of tightness in the chest. Several times the nod in he gave in response to the questions of the authorities.

This woman siphoned her nose back and wiped away the tears when it was all over, an emotionally draining few hours. The paper bag that has been held since then is now handed over to Neta.

"This may be Shanneta's property, try to check what's right?"

Neta assisted Jaka to bend his head towards the paper bag and began to remove the items.

"Alhamdulillah, return my belongings." he muttered as Jaka pulled one by one.

"Thank you sir, ma'am.iya this is my stuff."

Apparently it did not stop there just visit for Neta today, the family of the Alm party. Alicia and Jason visit him with a hand in a series of apologies directly to Neta and Jaka.

A mother who lost her beloved daughter is now hugging Neta tightly, shedding all her sorrow. Maybe this is also the picture of Syifa's mother and sister if yesterday he did not survive.

"Mas Jaka same mbak Neta do not have to worry about hospital costs. We have borne until mbak Neta out, the cost of transportation to Jakarta later live Aletta phone only, according to the agreement mbak Shanneta and Alicia before. Once again we apologize for this incident, we say back to Jakarta."

Consider in given Neta and Jaka, "I'm in defense of condolences sir, ma'am..."

A bitter look emanated from Neta as Alicia and Jason's family walked out of the room befriending tears.

"You want to wipe?" tanya Jaka breaks Neta's daydream from the door goal, clearly Neta is daydreaming because the two families have disappeared from there.

A little thought but then he frowned, "sama you?"

Jaka nodded, "who else is there besides me?" back Jaka asked, his nosy smile implied *if they were going through fun while wiping. Call me nanny*!

"You are wiped and clean, we tell the house people including Wulan's mother in Garut," Jaka said.

After waiting for the 7-match chord, then Neta nodded hesitantly accepting the offer of her babysitter to wipe. It's the responsibility of opening, just open everything.

Jaka asked for warm water and a towel on the nurse.

"You want to wipe mom?" he widened his smile like he was supporting what Jaka would do.

Look at her flat face, harboring a million perverted thoughts, Neta thaws.

"Later to bandage his wounds, let the nurse replace yes sir," a short nod to Jaka's answer. Before long, the man closed the room Neta and deftly touched the cover cloth Neta, not only Jaka apparently who felt a sudden nervous attack. Jaka had even swallowed his saliva many times, not a sense of rebound had been pounding on him. So smooth is Shanneta skin like marble that has been chiseled in such a way, white like sterile milk, look when compared to the skin is like day and night.

One who seeks trouble by forcing Neta to want to be wiped, now he himself who dingsungatan fostering faith as thin as the layer of the skin of the ari.

The body as beautiful as this is halal for him to touch, the drainage is beautiful like the amazone river from the top to down the beautiful hill, is it a nip ple area? Astagfirullah, wrestling! Who's down there how are you? He instills an understanding in his mind, if Shanneta is in a condition that does not allow to do fun with him. Jaka immediately completed his task quickly if he wanted to stay sane.

"So" even the whispering sound of a bee being let out by Neta was like the greatest ordeal in history.

"Yes?" Jaka swallowing saliva is difficult.

"I'm sorry, yes," aware of Jaka's difficulties, Neta immediately closed the beautiful part *1* hers with a blanket after Jaka successfully swept the wet washcloth.

"That's okay, I'm fine." The lie,*bulshittt Jaka! After this does Jaka have to get acquainted with soap*?

Neta smiled, "so bad boy! Jakun you can not boong," he laughed after Jaka's laughter.

"What looks?"

Neta nodded, and suddenly his wife tilted her face and rich nyosor soang in order to kiss Jaka's chewy lips, with the intention of dampening the feeling of rebounding this incident this morning and morning in the past. But instead of subsiding, the feeling was contagious to her.

Per se tan with the condition of Neta pain, maybe touch-touch little will not make Neta broken bones again. Waslap who was originally held by Jaka is now back in the basin on the side chair, his hands are free to walk down and wipe the back of Neta who was suddenly reacting because of amused, then move forward to touch the hanging object that he had been dying to touch in quotation marks, is as gentle as it seems.

Without resistance and rejection Neta gave herself up, she could not bear with Jaka who had been holding back since.

*So soft*....

Neta slightly shuddered when her sensitive skin was touched by Jaka's rough palms even with tenderness, until unconscious that was wet below.

"Jaka," Neta released a link of chewy objects even though Jaka was still at home for a long time.

"Hm,"

She blushed in shame, "i'm the one who's wet..."

Jaka bursts his laughter making Neta bash his field, "cock back?"

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