Chasing Barokah
MB# 54-S. AKANG JAKA SEDAMAN

"The Virgin?!"

A smile as wide as moringa leaves, adding to the sweetness of the woman's face. The hair that he painted blonde in some mane that was scattered like corn hair.

They looked around, including Neta. Phlegm that is irrigated with high mineral water seems to return to dryness in order to peak heat in the body. The angry person rarely thinks clearly, the inn is rich in flash floods, anything that blocks the bulldoze where it is cloudy too, as well as the shallow brain of Neta which suddenly resembles a flash flood.

Jaka gave a brief expressionless nod of meaning, just when meeting her for the first time.

"Jack. Shannet knew.ini--" with a happy smile Opik stood beside this woman.

A dark aura gripping over the area of Jakarta and surrounding areas, from his face alone seen if Neta will soon explode, destroying RW 09.

Neta put the coarse bottle in her seat now, then she stood up and pointed firmly at the woman Opik was carrying, Jaka was quite surprised by Neta's reaction, for a while he was silent until Jaka finally mengu mengumu lips.

"Oh! So you're the name-" he's already hired with a fussy face, like ready to pounce on the person in front of him, Rawwrrrrrr!

He nodded steadily, "yes really, brother! I'm Irma," she smiled and turned to look at Jaka again, "kang Jaka how are you?"

"Well Ir," Jaka answered briefly.

Neta blinked a few times, holding her index finger in the air, as the outburst of anger swept through the waves, turning to shame. Jaka lowers Neta's index finger making Neta blink.

"Net, do you know this is Irma?" tanya Opik makes Neta stutter, "ha?" he laughed crisply, MENEKETEHE, it's important that I know?! Who is it, the president's son?! Neta breathed out rough and rubbed her own eel. Good thing not to mention the name Alvi, if you can be ashamed of 7 derivatives. Neta laughs at her own spiritual kebo in the heart. Jealousy makes you blind, blind to the eyes of the heart and mind.

Glancing at Jaka who was next to him, Neta's neck felt rich had been locked to death so shame, Jaka held back a laugh to the point that his cheek skin was sore by folding his lips, "beautiful neng wants to say who he is?" whisik Jaka's.

Neta turned her head to horror, elevating her prestige, "ish! I want to say Icih!" fiercely stinging.

Jaka smiled amusedly, "jealous huh?"

"Well, sorry, there's no jealousy in my dictionary!" his bully gnashed his teeth, his hand had even pinched hard on Jaka's arm, his defensive attitude made Jaka unable to not laugh. But just now he released his hand from Jaka's arm another came closer and joined suddenly nan surprising.

"Ma, you ninggalin ih, I'll talk to Mr. Lurah again!" bohay body with a well-heeled body, also a press body shirt accompanied by a neck piece that came down almost shows the cleavage of dadha when he slightly lowered. Anti-storm eyelashes make people galfok, that's what lashes gutter flood?!

The woman was surprised to see Neta, exactly rich again see the ghost, "OMG! DJ Amber?! This is dj Amber, right? I'm very happy with DJ Amber!" the thrill made everyone there surprised including Neta himself, but soon he glanced beside Neta where Jaka was standing.

The look on his face was even happier to see Jaka, "bang gahar, brother until his side asked me to play here until I invite Amber all here for me?!" without excuse, the woman passed Irma and Opik just like that until Opik's shoulder was hit, "buset!" Demi forced a hand with Neta and then sucked her hand right in Jaka's arm. Jaka turned away and brushed off Alvi's hand. A second Neta like a horse, what the hell?!

"Lo know Vi?" ask Irma astonishment.

"Look! He dj Amber, who I said dj cool at the Mocaccino bar, often the same duet artist capital!" he exclaimed.

"Waw, it's not wrong to invite Jaka here for the peak event later. Can you meet reliable dj, can dong kak...ask iringin us later on the gig time?!" pinta Irma on Neta.

How dare you pay, ask me to remix?! Inner Neta rebuking.

Opik had even grimaced to see the behavior of Alvi and Irma, which made Neta raise her eyebrows next to him, her face was not as fussy as before. But isn't the calm look even more frightening? Horrified!

"Neng," Jaka tries to explain but apparently Neta has his own way to resuscitate Alvi, Jaka's hand that had touched the arm of Neta was pushed by Neta himself.

He drew his smile as sweet as he could on Alvi, "you?!"

"Gue Alvi, brother Amber.by the way I see you in Mocaccino. The songs that you remix cool, can colab the same famous artist," he praised, but of course Neta did not care about the praise, he was more interested in the nickname Alvi for Jaka.

"Oh okay, Alvi.nice to meet you sist!"

"Alvi, Irma, Shanneta this is a wife-"

"Gue Shanneta Amber, dj invited by Tarka rw 09 for the 17th event later," cut Neta grinning towards Jaka.

"Isn't he a big brother?!" neta boughtak's eyes sneered, but Jaka had already shook his head in reprimand.

"Unchun! Thanks brother, the most handsome brother!" he said blatantly praising Jaka in front of Neta, he had even tried many times to reach Jaka's arm, but Jaka refused.

The air is taken greedily to neutralize the feelings of the heart that has exploded but as much as possible he did not show. Uda nyosor-nyosor genitourism is the property of a Shanneta Amber, okay we show you how to awaken the elegant like what?! If only berserk in the crowd and make yourself ashamed! Neta doesn't want nyungseb to the same hole. A person like Alvi is not his level

Then look at how classy the Shanneta-style mosquito is.

"Miss!" jaka's call was ignored, Neta still walked without turning around.

"Sir, Shanneta!" Jaka chasing Neta who already ngibrit angry away from the crowd to the way home, no matter rt 5, M T2R mothers or volleyball matches. What is clear is that he was upset, even though Jaka had tried to avoid and rejected Alvi raw, just now, in fact the man wanted to explain to Alvi and Irma about their relationship but still Neta was already angry with Alvi's disrespectful attitude just now. Her pride as a wife was humiliated. And he didn't like that, Neta with all her arrogance and selfishness didn't accept. He's pissed-it's pissed! He wants to respond in his own way. He is not a patient and forgiving man.

"Neng, don't be gini or neng! Let me explain first," Jaka grabbed the hand of Neta who had tried to walk quickly but what power because his legs still felt sore so as soon as any step would be overtaken by Jaka.

"Yes, behind me I'm rich!" Neta tries to shake Jaka's hand.

"By Allah, I did not invite Alvi. I don't know if you're behind, the kids invite him."

"Neasiness, that's your leader! Time doesn't know! That was what! He said if you invite him, you ask him to come here for the summit." Neta did not care about the debate they saw some people, while Jaka was already agitated.

"I'm coming home, we're talking at home, embarrassed here." Pull it in Neta's hand.

"Have a hold on! I want to be a showman too! Want to see as good as his flagship artist brother gahar?!"

"Miss!" jaka jolted with his flat expression.

"What?!" the snaps are no less flat than Jaka.

"Astagfirullahaladzim, this Opik!" his mutter rubbed a rough face and brought Neta towards his motorbike after previously calling Opik and Rohmat to handle today's event.

"Review you Pik. I fought with Neta, because you secretly invited Alvi here."

Behind his call Opik can only grimace apologizing, he scratched his neck hot, "waduhhh, why so complicated gini his business, ck."

"Let's go up," pinta Jaka, but Neta instead quietly did not intend to go up on the bike, just with his wayward he walked.

"Allahu," hissed Jaka muttered. Neta's anger is like a tsunami sweep, not knowing which one is wrong, all of them hit the sap.

Jaka drove his bike slowly following Neta, he drove so slowly to match the steps of Neta, this woman was still a manyun, ketus did not want to glance at Jaka in the slightest.

"Neng, horrified first. If you don't believe us ask Opik same Rohmat yuk! I don't want to be accused of gini, so long as the business," said Jaka, Neta remained silent.

"Neng, don't be rich little boy gini atuh."

Neta stopped her steps and then sneered at Jaka, the mood that had been hot since the beginning plus events like this and the mood of Neta that was dropping lately made everything worse. What makes girls like Jaka, sapodilla mateng, dekil, plus geeky ?! Neta's pissing off, al! Of course the same reason Neta why can love Jaka. Because of Jaka's personality, Jaka is not too handsome, but he is not ugly. Jaka is not rich but he is responsible and always tries his best to make anyone will be moved to be fought for by him, Jaka is not a religious expert but he tries to be a man of faith. The treatment that Jaka gave, which made girls clamps. Also the cold calm character makes women curious. All simplicity wrapped in wise maturity into a complete package of figures Perjaka Barokah.

"I want to go home!"

"Yes, we talked at home. Ride, rather than cape pretty neng walk, will hurt again." he persuaded. Neta looked at Jaka and narrowed her eyes, while her brain was weighing, up-and-over, up-nothing?!

Up, prestige.

Not going up, tired ah! Want to take this bushy! Inner struggling.

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