Chasing Barokah
MB# 47. LOOK AHEAD

Neta sat sweetly with her hair still wet in the dressing chair, if you remember the historic event last night it feels like you want to bury yourself under the foundation of the house so humiliating him last night or plant yourself in the yard with the mother's water guava tree.

He applied the ointment on the stitch scar due to the tear and also the pen-mounted surgery scar, lately the almost drying wound was itchy.

Still the henchman he rubbed the leg area, before Jaka finally grabbed the ointment in the hands of Neta and helped him apply on the shoulder blade area.

"Here I olesin, opened first next to his clothes neng--" pinta Jaka.

When Neta lowered her shoulder dress, the white skin that he explored last night was again waving to show shoulders as smooth as silk even though it appeared by him the incision of the pen installation operation in the shoulder area formed a horizontal wound of several cm.

Gleuk! Jaka again swallowed the difficult saliva. Now the temptation is felt at the tip of his lips, a taste of last night that is irreplaceable with any sense of pleasure in the world.

"Still gatel?" tanya Jaka distracts her perverted eyes nagged Neta, "gatel really, want to scratch! Hence the ointment. Later also please buy me ointment to say the scars, my skin time now codets, not smooth again?!"

Jaka could only smile at Neta's grumbling complaints.

"Ngga need arm sling again or if you already have no pain mah, then his hands will be difficult to move slowly stiff.." he said giving advice like a personal doctor Neta.

"Try to learn the way, the scars of the stitches are also almost dry, right," Now Jaka knelt in front of Neta to apply on the white legs of his wife. While Neta pulled the arm part of the home dress used and buttoned it back.

"Yes, I've been doing it weekly. I want to go to the mall again, or just to Sangri-la."

Jaka raised his eyebrows next door, "why go to Shangri-la?" to be honest, he prefers Shanneta like this, wearing a home dress and flip-flops waiting for her at home rather than Neta with skimpy clothes while turning the dj panels in public entertains those who have fatigue of life. He did not want his to be seen by many people, let alone the eyes of men.

"I just want to play aa, besides I haven't said anything to Sandi or Wening. When I'm not saying goodbye or saying thank you, rich chicken just play nyelonong out.." pinched Neta gagas on Jaka's cheek which was far from chubby with a smile of anxiety.

"Well, are you going downstairs for breakfast?" ask her to extend a hand and be warmly welcomed by Neta's two hands.

Slowly and very carefully Jaka helped Neta to set foot on the floor, "don't be too imposed, just a little."

Neta was sitting on the sofa watching the morning show and snacking when Jaka chose to help Nilam's mother water the plants in the yard while taking care of the red jazzy to always look clean, and also to keep her eyes clean, well groomed and beautiful rich who have. Neta takes her to the car wash before she marries Jaka.

Still heard sayup-sayup voice Jaka chatted with the mother who talked about water guava plants and mango gedong owned by mother. Water from the hose raining down the trees to look fresh water droplets on the leaves. Let alone humans, plants are treated by Jaka to look fresh...

Many times the mother berohria with the words of Jaka occasionally he also laughed, it seems very exciting chatter in-laws vs. daughter-in-law in front there, making Neta turn off the television and immediately move to join. But before he actually stood up, the phone that Jaka had placed nearby shook many times.

At first Neta only mocked seeing the appearance of a butut phone that was clearly different from his, he looked old and cracked, "should be museum nih hape, change the glass screen, danger if gini, "should be, ntar Kegores got a hand!" his lips.

"Hape legend," his laugh was crisp.

But Neta can't help but be curious about the incoming messages. Although she is not a nosy human who is always curious about the affairs of others, at least her female soul is curious about who sent her husband a message and what it is.

"Not sins?" her question was muttering.

Then he chipped and shook off the air, "ah, sin be it!"

Still with the lip curvature that sneered, he grabbed Jaka's phone and turned it on even though he finally had to be disappointed because the phone screen was locked.

Not giving up, he shifted the screen to show notifications, at least he knew who sent the message and a little content of the message.

**20 unread messages**

***TARK RW09***

*18 messages*

***Ci Oline***

*2 messages*

The index again shifted the two icons above, there was nothing important apart from the chatter of Tarka children who were joking while asking for a meeting, then he shifted the message from Ci Oline.

Neta's eyebrows frowned at reading each word, saying,

\**mau casbon how much do you Jak*?

\**On the back of it, I took the money to atm first*.

"Jaka casbon? Make what?" mumbling wonder. It turns out this is what Jaka felt like when he decided last time without asking his own opinion first, kesel-kesel want to eat people.

But then the action kepo'ismenya shocked Jaka when ja entered to take the car keys for he heated.

"Who's neng?"

"Disappeared!" he said reflexes, almost he dropped the legendary phone belonging to Jaka, the willingness to hide people.

He immediately thrust a mobile phone at the owner with his haughty face to cover up the shame, "you ask kasbon ci Oline?" ask her to the point.

Jaka nodded, "yes."

"Make what?" his eyebrows instantly raised, his tone aga raised. I feel that being held back is not good.

"Make a contract this month," he answered looking at the phone and he may be replying to a message from Ms. Olin.

"How much the hell, you got to casbon everything?" his question began to get inflamed and again threw the pan tat on the sofa, lowering his position from Jaka.

"You've bales w.a'nya ci Olin?"

"Here, it's." Jaka pointed his phone at Neta.

"Why don't you talk to me first, it's just off!" the shoot disagreed.

"You've got nothing to do with yourself," he said again in disagreement.

"Don't get cultured in that casbon, I don't like it! I know your wife is not it, she said you don't like me to make unilateral decisions, but you teach rich that?!" his grunts clearly do not like the attitude of Jaka who always carries the burden of himself like *Atlas*, which sustains the earth on his own shoulders.

"Catalin!" he said he didn't want to know.

"Your money is simple just make it later in the future. Take it easy, my salary is still there, not yet Shangri-la's salary... I can handle this," really Jaka can handle this without having to use Neta money. It's just a little thing he thinks is common during this phase of his life.

"Simpen what to do, if it's your turn to keep a patch you even tell simple. Thought I'd spend money?" now he's getting upset. Realizing that Neta was upset, she grabbed both of Neta's shoulders, "beautiful neng don't get angry, this is common for me. The promise of next month is not gini, only the current month will be doomed again, my savings money is not enough to cover it."

"It's because you say something ordinary, so I call it culture." Neta's clear answer has different thoughts and principles than Jaka's. Uniting two minds, characters and principles does require an airy heart, both understand and understand, that is a marriage bond.

"Yes already gini, you cancel casbon to ci Olin, then use my money. Count on you again pinjem to me?!" the option Neta gave this time made Jaka think.

"How much?" shoot again.

After Jaka left work, Neta only enjoyed the day while accompanying her mother at home. If in the past he would travel to the mall, then now he prefers to stay silent while talking recipes. Until finally Syarif came home with the little Aqis.

"Grandma!" his screams ran into the house carrying with him something he had bought from his school.

"Assalamu'alaikum," Sharif went into the house.

"Asik, what did Aqis bring?!" Neta followed.

"Aunty, look at this!" the boy showed the hermit crabs whose shells had been painted colourfully resembling cartoon figures alongside houses from his cardboard.

"Geez! Kasian is so clammy in the paint so this patrick?! Fix this guy no morals!" Neta laughed and looked at him.

"His name also seeks money" kekeh mas Sharif passed both.

"Well, is it aunty?! There's spongebob too!" the boy sat down on the floor below and took out the two hermit crabs he had bought on the floor of the house slowly so that the two would walk. And sure enough the two hermit crabs slowly came out of the shell and moved to make the call of Aqis echo and then he entered again, "yaaaa!"

"Road yuk aunty!" bring Aqis.

"May, aunty's patrick! Aunty's name is barokah!" neta answered, laughing at Aqis. So did Sharif and the mother who heard it.

"Based on durhakim's wife" murmured Sharif still chuckling.

"Barokah time, Richard cake...William kek, or Ken?!" the Aqis proposal provides an option.

"No, that ugly! Bagusan Barokah's! Let the hermit's life be a blessing," retorted Neta jumawa.

"After aunty, okay be ready! From here the starting line!" said Aqis put his cage on the line that has been determined.

"Okay, finish'nya there?!" show Neta.

"okay!" aqis replied remained focused on her her her hermit crabs.

"Ready! One, two three!"

"Come William!" exclaiming Aqis, the boy breathed out from his mouth into the shell making the hermit move out his legs and claws.

"Go Baroque go!" neta exclaimed at the shell and exhaled his breath imitating Aqis, fainting deh tuh kelomang kebauan.

I can't help but laugh at the behavior of Neta and Aqis, the presence of Neta always sparks laughter and excitement.

Tired of the Aqis hermitage, Neta moved slowly towards the dining table, joining the Sharif mas who was sitting enjoying a bathtub and a glass of juice.

"Where are you going?" Sharif tried to help but Neta shook her head, "calm me, I can."

He then sat in the closest chair, "gold, I want it!"

"What's the?"

"How much does a shophouse cost now?"

Sharif paused his chewing and saw Neta for a moment, "you want to buy a shophouse?"

"I want to make a place of business anyway, but if all of you can be left why not?" obviously Neta was so visionary, looking at her life far ahead.

Syarif sighed trying to find out in his smart brain, "if there is no wrong there is a cheap price of 400s, in the Jaktim area."

"But I'm confused mas, my money is mediocre not to mention I want to open a workshop business for Jaka, let him work more freely at home..."

"Suit well!" sahut mother.

"Am I selling red jazzy, yes, but I love it. Where to buy it using the hard work again!" obviously Neta with a confused look.

"Don't dong!" timpal.

"Tuh, if you want to sell a tool dj you are even lined in the room not kepake," indicate mom does not like.

"Did, don't dong. Memories, after all if sold will not be how bu," reply Neta.

"Why not try to take a kpr?" sharif's proposal, immediately Neta and mother were silent.

"Your brother's in the bank, can be taken care of... Shophouse dapet, money savings you make capital tools, problems solved. But chat first with Jaka, good how," he continued.

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