Chasing Barokah
MB# 52. NOBAR

Slowly, Neta began to be able to accept if now the habits change. Usually he never enjoyed the atmosphere of the morning, surely he missed the beautiful morning to noon with a beautiful sleep after a night of action in front of the panel dj'nya.

No matter if you want a lontong in the race, want a porridge in the Hajj race, or a yellow rice worker climbing a rock anyway he never knows the atmosphere of the morning. But now, early in the morning like this he has wrestled the same clothesline mpok Aya. This is how living together, a bamboo, devils, a building, must share must not be selfish.

Jaka does have his own clothesline, but it's only for himself when celibate, now there is a Neta that obviously will be more pieces of clothes washed.

While Neta was preparing her breakfast as best she could, Jaka squatted down to wash her and Neta's clothes. Yep! For this one task aa Jaka still takes over his duties, except in @n. Neta has given a proposal to buy a washing machine, but given the electric power of the small contract and the narrow space of the contract forced the desire has not been realized.

"Neng, it's got a tear down below. You hallucinate salt, onions, tomatoes are just as raw.." he asked as he turned to the bathroom goal.

"Right-buckling?" his question made Jaka turn his head, for a moment he noticed his wife, yeah! The typical style of young mothers in the morning, wet hair draped with oversize shirts and sepa ha pants. Why should it be raked anyway? The answer is because his neck is full of temporary tattoos.

"You'll fry for a second" he said.

Jaka then lifted the bucket of clothes that he had washed out for the next so the duty of the lady meneer to sunbathe.

"This is sambel what's his name? Ko delicious anyway," Neta raised the tofu that had been poked chili, his mouth that chewed the food, *Then taste more chubby now*.

"The saka sambel," he answered briefly, expressionlessly making Shanneta frown.

"Saka? Is there a sambel saka name?" as soon as the name sambal there is no such thing as a human name.

Jaka put on a nosy smile, "saka.inget," she replied. Then Neta looked at him fiercely and hit Jaka with both hands of a bundle with dirty hands.

Sakainget \=\> as he remembers

"Neng ih, fierce wife of kang Jaka!" goda Jaka shies away from Neta's dirty hands. One more thing that Neta knows now, Jaka is not always flat like a gypsum board, he can be a humorous figure at certain times and with certain people.

"Idihh--" Neta grumbled.

"Disease !" sahut Jaka imitated Neta until both said the same.

"Later come to the room rw, there is a volleyball match with futsal, watch the same mpok Aya, cing Anjar, or Tarka children also exist, Sinai-Pudin, Okie.." added Jaka.

Neta shakes her shoulders, "don't want to. No interest in seeing rich that," he replied.

"Rather than in a quiet house, why try? There neng pretty can snack," Jaka has moved to the bathroom and washed his hands, while Neta, his instinct inem'nya work by stacking dirty dishes and cleaning up the leftovers. Unlike before, if he ate he immediately saw the fall without bothering to think of dirty dishes, the messy banter also immediately throw into the rich sink again throw frisbee, frisbee, let Syifa's mother or sister wash.

"Sleep, the most mascerine," he replied lightly.

"I'll come if you have one,"

"Tomorrow, I have been there all day. Ci Olin tomorrow close the workshop first," replied Jaka, pocketing a cell phone into his side pants pocket.

Neta retorted with her shoulder, "tumben."

"I go first," there's never a kiss left behind when alone if it's just like this. Always, he wanted to sweep his lips to the surface as smooth as Shanneta's silk.

"Hm," only a mutter became Neta's answer as he saturates Jaka's brief sweep on her forehead. He felt loved, loved, and needed. If you remember, in his house there is not a single photo that shows his togetherness with Jaka, even married photos just do not exist. Maybe sometime, he would ask Jaka for a photo shoot at his acquaintance's photo studio.

In the afternoon like this is delicious tuh ngadem while dancing gray hair. This group is not in the contract of Neta or aunty Hana, but in the page of the owner of the contract, Nyak Epi.

"Kong Eman where is nyak?" ask mpok Aya, his head turned towards the inside of the house but his hands were above the head of the Mu'in cing, the hair that was still thick it would long thin also if every day removed.

"Lagain see the cage is the same kebon," he replied enjoying this afternoon by moving a mini fan shaped hello kitty towards his face, nene 5 grandchildren with gold this mentereng quite contemporary, he said, young people are losing. Money a lot, jewelry do not be asked again, exactly the gold shop goes even though the teeth are toothless.

"Udah, Mr. Tuo, why don't you just shut up?" noon hours like this aunty Hana quite can be wild because Julian took a nap.

"It's hard to tell your parents! Ntar kite is also sprayed! Katenye if the cave is not pegi, notar who wants to see, kebon same cage no one complies, you-elu also nyang loss do not get a living." Sewotnya repeat the times when you crank Eman nagging.

"Emang Kong doesn't have a job?" tanya Neta enjoys a spoon of vinegar in one bowl of rame-rame with another just different spoon only.

"There's a neng, but the die control itself is working." Neta must understand.

"Well if you work yourself mah neng, not strong, it's old easy gout, gout."

"Ntar afternoon watch me!" mpok Aya open voice asking for support.

"Huh? Our RT this afternoon? Don't know me," asked Aunt Hana raised her eyebrows not knowing.

"Iye. I'm aunty," he replied in a voice.

"Yes the volleyball team of mothers right it's-it's doang in Rt kite, nothing else. Well you auntie, Sanet! You should follow it, let's play not just ntu again, there's a new face!" cing Anjar proposed with treatment mpok Aya plucking his gray hair.

Nyak Epi only nodded briefly as she curled her lips in agreement, "dimane?"

"Most field rt 6, where else nyang airangnye big?!" cing Anjar.

"I have no interest in cing, which is not good at volleyball either." replied Aunt Hana.

"Neta did not like cing sports too much, it was also taught but not too respect," replied Neta.

"OK it!" aunty Hana's nod doesn't want to see Aya disappointed.

"Yes mpok, Neta will be there. Where's the lawn next?"

Jaka has been alone since morning to take care of the match which has now entered the preliminary round.

Crowd riots occurred in the field of pride RW 09, not only from the surrounding residents who came there but almost in one village present, not to mention RW sir, not to mention RW, and Mr. Lurah was present to open the event.

Euphoria is not only there, the ranks of hawker traders suddenly open Lhapack increasingly crowded the spacious area in RT 06.

"Neng Sanet, hurry up!" shouted cing Anjar, the three mothers were waiting for Saneta outside, while Aya's mpok and volleyball team rt 05.

"Yes," Shanneta came out in a hurry and locked the door, no excess force from her. Even impressed cuek with his home costume, different from others who if out everything dipake. Neta has her own beautiful aura, although her style is just underneath her flip flops.

"My chain, neng Sanet already ama jaka. Even running at home?!"

"Rather from morning cing. All day long, males ah!" the answer is now to walk down the gangway and then out of the area to the streets of the village that Shanneta just knew since he moved here 1.5 months ago.

"This is evidence of a jealous wife. Though the son of Tarka many nyang demen ma si Jaka neng &e biduan winkin the Jaka," said Nyak Epi, but Neta shudder indifferently no matter, most high school boy or college boy? Aides? Come on, just a twinkling spoiled not make Jaka flickering lope, he just had to chase until nepelin, Jaka still plate. He was not afraid because so far Jaka flat bin cold.

"It's just kind of like it, I don't have a problem. The name is also a feeling, can't choose who to like." Their steps are not too fast because they match the steps of Epi, turning between the banana garden is not how the edge of the road.

"Eh, if I didn't hear wrong Tarka invited the dangdut biduan next to the Alvi is the same Irma? Watch the peak show later!" exciting aunt Hana enthusiastic, followed by another excited reaction but not with Neta.

"Oh" the short answer he gave. See the biduan dangdut kampung alone has made the mothers to set themselves up as a fanbase dangdut especially if like him who saban when met Cita-citamiang, Siti Badro'ah, or Happy Asmoro. Shrimp nangis kemeranya.

"You don't like dangdut deck?" ask aunt Hana.

"Not like aunty, but it's common to meet Cita-citamiang, Siti Badro'ah, Happy Asmoro, constantly-" Neta knocks on her forehead to remember which artist she has ever met.

These three mothers gawked at him, "huh?! Have you ever met any Cita-citamiang?!"

"Asmoro Happy?!"

Neta nodded confidently with a look of astonishment, "yes, the duet together even if there is an event invited out of town,"

"Ofrightz!!! Then you're a deck artist? Why don't I know?!"

While cing Anjar had patted Neta's back making her flinch, "don't think I'm a neighbor ma artist! Pantes I feel you're different, you rich artist!"

"Well, my contract can ride hargenye if the artist class only lives in my contract!" suhut Nyak Epi has been staring proudly and counting, of course getting a hectic cry nan sewot from aunty Hana and cing Anjar, "yes do not be nyak! !"

Neta pulled out the phone, she realized there was an incoming message, but that was not the goal. The opening of the icon gallery photo viewer then shows some memories of camera shots when he showed outside the city with famous capital artists.

The three of them were getting too low on the spot, "Wash those barrels?!" when two images on the screen show Neta and a famous sworddut sitting sweetly together in the backstage at the HUT show one of the shows on the national television station.

"The birthday of the fish tv station flew in 202\*" said Neta.

"Waaawws! You're gonna have to perform at the top of the deck, you want to see me, if you're going around and around that cassette!"

"Duet neng, with Alvi!" nyak Epi's nods are steady in support.

Neta smiled grimacingly, "kalo akang ngijinin...."

"Si Alvi right.." aunty Hana muttered scratching her head, could not imagine if Neta had to duet with Alvi.

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