Chasing Barokah
MB5. I'M HERE AND YOU'RE THERE (SHANGRI-LA)

He feels doubt with the evidence while at the doctor last time, not he does not believe in the medical device one but he is a typical human who is more confident, self-assured, Neta has never committed any sin other than the chemistry teacher who was so wet during High School. So what Neta does is not cry in the rich corner of the masha, but rather.he grabs the wallet and goes down.

His big move caught the attention of the house people exactly the accused of a case, "where are you going?"

"Front to the front!"

Aware of little Aqis's gaze, he threw a smile, "later aunty buyin ice cream as chocolate!"

"Yee yee yee yeee!" aqis exclaimed cheerfully.

Still in the same outfit Neta drove his motorcycle the blackpink to the pharmacy lined up near the home complex.

He went into the green pharmacy, in the corner of the room there were even scales, and Neta had weighed, "ah the same, even reducing tuh 3 ounces!"

"What do you need?" ask the veiled woman looks young around her age.

"Bak buy tespeck dong!"

"What brand is mbak?" friendly smile.

"All brands one-on-one!" neta's responsibilities are unmitigated. He just doesn't believe in the testpek, but is satisfied.

The pharmacy keeper quite frowned strangely, but people want to trade a testpek or what? But he did not mind taking all the tests that amounted to no less than 20.

"This is mbak, the total...."

The full secret of his hunting results this afternoon he brought to the house with a big smile.

He parked the motorbike as usual in the carport beside the Syifa and Syarif car.

He came into the house with a heart full of hope. But the welcome he got was far from expectations, just now he set foot on the floor of the living room the voice of Mr. Syifa shocked the conscience to make the heart weak.

"Neta, the habib family is coming next week for your sermon! Just gave me the news of Sharif,"

Neta's face is exactly a cat oyen that glare fish, exactly the clover that is caught again garong, shoots! similar skin in pakein plaster 3 days 3 malems.

"What the fuck?! I think mah if habib people know the phrase innallaha ma'ashobirin, still a clear clay mah digaskeun!" her nagging got a flick in the mouth by her brother Syifa.

"More!" snapped it.

"Yes, let you know!" Neta showed the secret of the tests after previously he gave the Indoapril crackle containing chocolate and ice cream to Aqis.

"Necessary!" refuse Syifa tired of the rejection of her wayward sister.

"You still can't accept that's your son? Habib is Neta?!" said the mother, the more inflamed Neta, the girl disengaged her intention to use the test in front of her family, anyway free. Neta stomped her feet upstairs.

*Jeblug*! !

The door closed tightly making them shocked, "astagfirullah!"

"Aunty why bun? Daddy?" little Aqis had to watch her tantrums raging like a mother-mak whose vegetable change was made with her son, Nyeremin.

"Aunty has nothing but sprains of spicy food, so scream while closing the door!" syifa replied, she knew lying was a sin, but she had to be honest with Aqis if Neta was angry because she was told to marry.

Neta moved, opened the entire package of tests that he bought with emotion, he would prove himself if he was not pregnant.

His smile smirked with satisfaction when he found the results this time around as he expected, "right! What I said! I'm not pregnant! I want to take ebaran dugong also my stomach will not soar! Unless I'm hungry!"

Neta immediately went to show this valid result, but on the doorstep of the room he froze, undo his intentions, after all his family's plan was round. Even if he showed this result he doubted if his family would cancel the match with habib Alwah, so what's the point?

So what should he do now? While no one believes him here, even when he is honest no one believes him. It flashed through his mind to do a contract marriage alone, looking for the man he wanted to hire as a contract husband, but which crazy man would he want to hire without physical contact?! Seeing his body is good, the guy immediately melorotin semvak.

Until almost the evening Neta thought, his brain was stuck in a number of names of close friends,

"*Codebearer? A widi? Bang Doni*?"

"How can I fall in love? Replace...replace !! They will not accept people their income much, the alnya if they later do not want a divorce?!"

His net fell on the wall clock that pointed to the number 6 more, he immediately got up from a collapsed position.

Black t-shirt limited to the navel, mini-stamp skirt matching color contrast with the white skin and also black sneaker shoes with gold accents to support the appearance of Neta tonight, let it be said that the rich people again mourn to the funeral he does not care, because indeed he is mourning the fate of his life, poor Shanneta Amber.

"Astagfirullah," again Syarif beristighfar saw the appearance of his sister-in-law who increasingly dare to spread the urat, as if it was a form of protest betrothed to a habib. For Neta his life is not a soap opera drama, which legowo wae when betrothed even with the rich, bulshitttt is a handsome rich man athletic body until it makes the flood...most rich people do not think old is ugly (according to Neta) Because most of whom he met like that, blame him who does not know the young CEO-CEO in Indonesia, he said, who mostly eat mecin so bucin same chick. The only handsome guy Neta knows and knows is dad. She is Shanneta Amber, a modern-day girl who opposes matchmaking, and still has eyes and a normal functioning heart, he still has a nav suu to marry a person who has minimal choice of his own sorry in other words the habib is not on the dream man list.

"Sir, try to give understanding to Neta, that's her dress subhanallah!" Syarif closed the paper books of his students and lowered the reading glasses.

Hofft! Heavy breathing escaped from the mouth of his wife, "yes mas," he never advised his sister, it was too tired.

He statered a snoppy matic motorbike, and went from home down the same street every day to the night world where he was always there, until not an hour he got there. For some it is the scent of hell, but for Neta it is the scent of freedom.

He entered, the first welcome given by bang Sandi manager club and bar.

"Well, how is it? Is this our Dj?" Neta nodded briefly.

As usual Neta will be renamed Amber here, she keeps her bag, lights a cigarette and orders her favorite drink to wrestle with her world. For a moment he could forget all his problems here through music and people.

He ascended to the throne and his podium of action and as usual, the customers will be satisfied because the action can entertain with the music he remixed.

From where he stands he pays ear to the deafening sound, his job here is to be a cleaning service and waitress, although sometimes not according to his wishes. But what can be done, finding a job in a big city is so difficult to ask for forgiveness, as difficult as forgetting the former. If he finds a better job maybe Jaka will resign from here, but right now the family in the village needs a living from him. Though the mother and Wulan did not expect much, not infrequently also the mother refused because she still had her own income as a worker at a home-grown souvenir center in Garut area. But as Jaka's only son has a great obligation and responsibility for the livelihood of his mother and younger sister.

The night, the atmosphere of the club and bar is getting crowded, especially the DJ who is in action is DJ Amber, the favorite DJ of the citizens of the capital.

Between the dim lights and the frenetic room he could see a figure who was playing the disc jockey tool panel and wiggling his beautiful body.

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