Chasing Barokah
MB51. THE M T2R FORUM

Shanneta's arrival was met with the call of the gang of the gang of the gang of gangs gang gang gang gang gang gang gang gang gang gang gang gangs nyorakin snap hape.

"Sanets! Oh my God, healthy you? Still sane?"

"Say your leg is broken? Your hands are also cracked, your necks aren't you?"

"Say you are the one who dives, my goodness the multitude of sins are old, and long dead,"

Did people here never learn naji until his tongue can not be differentin which tsa which is yes, from the beginning he came his name changed to Sanet, Sanet, less than that he'll be cosplay shaman San(t)et.

"Well, thank God it's crazy!"

"Without the cing, if the neck is broken easily, there is still a bottle neck for dressing!"

"Yes, God still loves life for repentance first,"

Aunt Hana laughs with her clop Neta and the gang's bumbling mother. Mental Neta is mental concrete, not sure if you meet the mamake gang from the land of Tomang Raya.

Another thing aunty Hana who almost wet the bed with the meeting of new members M T2R (Mak-emak Tanah Tomang Raya), Jaka just reviewed a smile just to see Neta who can mingle. Maybe if it's not Neta the person has asked to go home again and keep asking for divorce has a good neighbor.

Although finally a bunch of food welcomed the arrival of Neta, their sense of kinship was so pronounced.

"Does God have much?!" Neta quite moved and drooled when Nyak Epi brought a bowl of cork shoots, as well as mpok Aya with cucur and ice dawet, not to mention cing Anjar with a clove and sambel mainstay.

Aunty Hana joined lalapan, crackers, same fried chicken, catfish chips.

"Fear you're the same Jaka hasn't cooked yet, hasn't eaten..."

"God, thank you very much!" neta replied exclaiming happily, enough money shopping today is safe, enter the bag again!

He then handed over the gifts of his neighbors to Jaka who had been pacing in and out of iron-rich contracts, bringing in the rest of Neta's luggage including the mangosteen DJ tools owned by his wife, he said, I don't know what the benefits were he brought it to the contract. Maybe Neta wants to open la pack in rented while dj'an, whatever it is that is important Neta happy. While Neta himself sat on the terrace of Lesehan with other M T2R members while snacking on catfish chips brought by aunt Hana. Not nothing they have opened the forum silaturahmi, no matter Jaka back and forth disturbing the view, or dilatari sound of artisan us us fried and mobile mini mangroves.

"Udah, from now on you become a housewife. Let the task of finding money Jaka! Money ration from Jaka less?!" shoot cing Anjar with a sting, not that he is angry or upset with Neta, but mom-emak if you like to say a word if you are laughing.

Jaka as expected, just quietly thicken his ears hear his name as a scapegoat for the incident that happened to Neta.

"What about cing?" ask Mpok Aya. "Told to ask for the ama cang Mu'in gituh?" his question then made cing Anjar sizzle cynically.

"Yes that way. It means learning the same kite-kite so that money can be enough! The woman must be pinter, the salary of the man must be enough & meet again the brown envelope next month," he replied experienced.

"Well what do I say cing, which daily rations dapetnya dime anyway?" tanya Aunt Hana sewot does not want to lose an opinion, bang Togar is only an angkot driver whose daily income is not monthly like Aya mpok.

"Emang you think I gotawe the office? Are you the same man I am in class! Same with the angkot driver!"

"It's good, Han. Togar still loves you to eat, isn't it?! You want to eat what you're like, ntong," chimpal Nyak Epi, how to eat mak tuo this one is a little bit tawking and diku lum if eating something hard either because of his tooth is toothless and often completes the deficiency in his old age with teeth fake or indeed because of my trend lum, his ap and chew. Neta wanted to laugh at this moment. It turns out that there were absurd men bin saravvv above him, and this is where he was stranded, with those great women.

"Eat the rice. The grass feeding time. Never aye denger people don't have money to eat grass!" sahut cing Anjar, until the laughter of Neta this time.

The Neta contract is never empty of guests, although most are uninvited guests.

"Kang!"

"Kang Jaka!"

Neta and Jaka who were arranging the luggage turned compactly towards the door, even now the door of the house is more open because the children of Tarka always pacing back and forth to come for just a report or hold the answer as the chairman of Tarka.

The middle room until the front porch was no less a target scattered cardboard or strofoam board, futsal and volleyball match schedule charts, not to mention a series of events and other competitions that have been arranged them.

"You're busy doing this. Your sleep time is getting less, you're gonna get sick." Neta conveyed her lack of joy, she focused her chin on Jaka's shoulder while seeing this man preparing a schedule.

Jaka turned his head to the side making the faces of the two not distant.

"I have vitamins here," he landed his lips on Neta's lips briefly and looked back at his work, "this is not long, only until August. My part is just chat ginian doang same chat to rw equally lurah."

"Nevery day, neng." He glanced at the clock on the wall that had pointed at 5 p.m.

"That's why I slept for a while. Please wake me up magrib, if kebablasan." The ink went from sitting down making Neta pull her body and nod.

Netraya followed Jaka's steps into the room. Not up to 10 minutes of soft snoring from there the sign of Jaka was asleep.

"Assalamu'alaikum's chat. Kang!"

Neta clucked, he opened the door of the house and found 2 girls pretty sweet.

Rahma who initially smiled sweetly like to welcome the BTS members immediately changed the look of her face to be upright and stiff,

"Well, is there a Jakanya kang?" dwi asked smiling kindly.

"Just slept. If you want to come here already magrib, there is a need really yes?" tanya Neta stuck in the door.

"Yes mpok. Tarka's problem, "Rahma answered to the point.

Neta berohria, without any intention of disturbing Jaka's sleep, "what? Let me get to you later, if you want to, abis magrib. It's just a Jaka aja yes that can be asked for help, not bang Opik same bang Rohmat also Tarka huh?"

Rahma frowned trying to guess and describe the words of Neta, somehow from any side there was a sense of dislike and compare himself with Neta, even though he knew it was wrong.

"Yes, thank you!" tukas Rahma pulled Dwi to leave immediately without saying goodbye like the previous greeting.

"Oh," complained Dwi muttered in surprise as her body was carried away by Rahma who pulled her strong.

"Ma's pants, I've said that Jaka is still sleeping, ask for help bang Opik aja," said Dwi made Rahma grumble ketus, "usually also kang Jaka fine-fine aja kok, this is just his wife who does not want kang Jaka ngurusin Tarka," hebiknya upset. Actually he himself did not know why he was so upset at this time, which obviously at this time he was so upset when he hoped to see Jaka but Neta came out. With hasty steps he still walked away from Jaka's contract by displacing Dwi.

Neta extended her neck towards the departure of Rahma and Dwi, "she was well too, even ngibrit! Am I rich demon gituhh?" Neta looked at herself in the window mirror of the contract, her hands outstretched tidying her hair and rubbing her forehead, "joking! The guardian angel of heaven just came down because he wanted to call me!" he laughed and then went inside.

"Aa, neng's coming with bobo!" yells.

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