Chasing Barokah
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"Ck! Yes, this is because you are the one who made it, I went up! But don't mind me hugging or sorry for you! I'm still mad at this!" he went up to the back seat. Jaka smiled faintly with the sweet ravings of Neta, his wife was...should he say what? Pampered? The prestige? What is certain is that his anger makes greget until he wants to wander.

A moment later his hand held Jaka's waist, his attitude was not in accordance with speech, inconsistent. Jaka folded his lips and snorted throwing twitches at the lips.

"No horror? Don't even whine!" his shoot sangar pulled Jaka's earlobe rich in money.

"Yes, denger. I don't dare to hide. If it is held in the embrace of ya sukur, but also will not make any meaning.." replied Jaka half-sniffed, Neta immediately pulled both hands from the waist of the flat master and folded them neatly on the chest, and, don't want to be naughty again to touch Jaka, it's delicious! The fun in Jaka!

No more words were spoken from the mouth of Neta since rising until now arrived in front of the contract, with a special leg pounding the laps, this woman opened the door with a rude buzz, with a single brunt, exactly the apparatus again grebek house juday. Damaged by the door, let the world know if Neta is angry again.

He sat cross-legged on the carpet, breast-fed waiting for Jaka's explanation, like a genie bottle...So that I could not help but laugh. Though earlier he was afraid half crazy that Neta would rampage until the rancid trading people, or worse ask to go home to his mother-in-law similar to the title of the song.

"I don't know neng, the initial time of the proposal emang terulisnya want to invite biduan. But I don't think Alvi is the same as Irma, it's all that Opik takes care of Rohmat. I'm going to take care of the submission of the same house you yesterday."

"You don't know, men are all the same! If you are given a fish, he said that you were asking for it?!" fiercely, without the intention of lowering the tone of speech that is too tight, want to until the mouth of Jaka foamy even Neta still questioned because there is no evidence. He reached into his cell phone and dialed Opik number with both eyes that still see his wife.

"You come to my house for a moment. Obviously the same wife, why can get gini."

Neta just mendelik indifferently see it, the face of Alvi's sumringah was as if it became a shadow and did not want to leave.

"Freely I'm clear, want to sip back even, neng pretty will not believe. That's why I told Opik who was clear, wrong neng himself earlier. I want to say you're my wife but you're forbidden," she replied, now taking a drink.

Neta is actually pretty ordinary now. But his heart was loh, innate want to ventilate anger with Jaka.

Jaka opened his shirt, then grabbed a towel, but his eyes did not turn a second from his wife who is still frowning on the carpet without wanting to see it. Do not know Jaka, Neta is taking his eyes off the sin of wisdom because it does not want to melt.

That man must be killed! If you want, he will dare to be disappointed! The principle is firm, do not know where the principle comes from?

Incoming messages from Syifa, shophouse survey the day after tomorrow. You are the same Jaka get ready later on the bank phone.

Opik scratched his head, a mixture of the effects of not having a bath and guilt. Just sit he deliberately in the door goal, so if mute Neta, he just run away.

"Bang Opik if you want to invite a big girl that does not need to carry the name of Jaka! Don't ask my husband to trade perfumes!" fiery sungut.

"Scented oil?" Jaka and Opik scrunched his forehead.

"Yes, the rich song Ayu-normally does not use perfume, cheating!" answer Neta. Opik almost spouted his laughter but considering the stingy face of Neta and flat Jaka made him undo the intention to laugh.

"Sorry deh Net, the old habit is still muddled." The reason while grinning the horse.

"How is Jak? Were you invited too?" ask Opik.

"Yes, what else, if it is already rich gini." replied Jaka this time without a solution, in other words he acc Alvi and Irma.

"Get me on top of the show!" pinta Neta quickly. Opik nodded and smiled, "sip!"

"Neng, what do you want? I don't have to." Now Jaka who does not accept.

"Why? You want to be alone with Alvi later, want nyawer?!" accuse Neta, Alvi will always be Neta's tool to bully Jaka.

"It's also about Alvi, it's not about Alvi but about you" replied Jaka sitting close to Neta.

"I? Why me anyway?! I'm healthy, wal'afiat!" answer's plain.

"I don't love you,"

Opik who was originally a suspect is now a spectator of a couple arguing. Sometimes his eyes turned to Jaka with his calm face but a firm tone to Neta, then turned to the beautiful woman whose face had been taut, manyun and stern.

"What's the reason?"

"Your feet are still sick" Jaka's first reason was revealed.

"Engga," replied Neta immediately nan ngeyel. Then it was the one who said his leg was still sick, until angry because it was not picked up by Jaka who? A herbalist?

"I don't want you to jog with skimpy clothes in front of people," the second reason Jaka mentioned.

"I'm wearing mukena!" the answer. Opik laughed crisply hearing that answer.

"I don't want you to be poked by people, let alone bawer-sawer rich that biduan..."

"You are the one who saves me!" he concluded the paslon debate and closed with an opaque nudity.

"I just want to give entertainment, don't want a macem! Don't be afraid of me. So! Bang Opik, come in for me..." Neta is now smiling sweetly, gone is the donal duck that was.

"Okay, would you like a duet with Alvi or a solo?" tanya Opik raises the appeal of Neta's rejection, "idih! Ogah, that's boneng! Am I the same? If Obama returns to Indonesia for dodol trade!" the answer made Opik laugh.

Jaka had to sigh deeply, indeed the female and male stelan were different including the mouth.

"Udeh Jak, give me a hand. Rather than not get a ration of malem?! Kite take care of it," whispered Opik. Jaka turned his head and hissed, "this is also because of you!"

"Well, I want to get ready for work." He moved from his seat to the room.

"Well done, now I'm back! Haven't bathed me yet," she chuckled.

"Yes there! Pantesan from earlier stinks bang kee," expel Neta.

"Buckoo! Sadistic," replied Opik.

Sounds like Joko's cart just came to sell.

"Back you Jok?" greet Opik while wearing sandals.

"Hoooh."

"Joko, is there still?" ask Neta.

Joko nodded, "still mbak. But the base is only 2, siomay knows aci!"

"Yes, you can! Everything is one bowl" replied Neta.

"But I took the bowl first," he then turned around.

"Graft me aja mbak," said Joko open the lid of the boiler and emit smoke smelling of beef broth.

"Don't ah, just use mine. I forgot to go back, "the woman leaned over to open the door to the cupboard in the kitchen to get the bowl.

Looking at Neta who was ging-nung ging, Jaka asked, "what's neng nyari?" now he is ready with Shangri-la uniform even though his hair is not as slim as before, Neta has improved Jaka style, he said for the health of his eyes see Jaka's hair. Sadisses!

"Graft, I'm going to buy a lame baso in Joko!"

"Didn't he eat?" jaka asked in amazement, since stopping working Neta more greedy, or indeed innnya if staying at home always want *gegares*.

"Can't you?" his eyebrows swooped, but his hands were already looking up in front of Jaka, asking for pocket money.

"Yes, it's just weird. Usually you keep eating really, fear fat, satiety is," Jaka reached into the back pocket of his pants and found green money.

Neta smiled at him as she clutched the bowl, "wouldn't you?"

"Engga. Still full," replied Jaka shook his head.

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