Chasing Barokah
MB56. MY BODY IS STRETCHING GINI

As promised, today Jaka and Neta met the bank, Syifa's co-workers.

"Neng, but I can't for long, it's been the same license ci Olin..." Neta just nodded sweetly and muttered to answer her husband's words, not because she was still angry but she was eating chocolate.

"Fat, this is it! Anyway ingetin me, tomorrow morning sports week!" his vows are in front of Jaka.

"That's nothing, later added the gemoy, more soft," admitted Jaka.

"Do not know how many days it has continued. That's why my mouth doesn't stop eating so that it doesn't work out, "honestly, Neta, this time the woman clamped her eyelashes and smeared mascara.

"Why? A maag?" jaka asked, Neta shook her head not understanding, "don't know! That's what Aya cooks sambel, yes, it smells right here!" he stuck out his tongue which suddenly let out an abundant daluva, suddenly his tongue and nose like being possessed with the most aroma made the stomach shake. This is how life contracts, the aroma of cooking and internal problems feel to belong together.

"Do you want to buy medicine or a doctor?" ask Jaka.

"That's it, so much more. I am ordinary! I'm traumatized by the doctor, and finally I'm accused of being pregnant!" the gerutu tidied his hair for the last time, while Jaka himself was ready since earlier, men are indeed not drag women, sat-set, sat-set swivel! Especially for him who does not make much intension make up, wash your face using facial soap, the rest is just a moisturizing sachet that is important not shiny right into the light of the lamp.

"Yuk!" Neta cleared out her combat equipment.

"Neng turned around, turn out and dance, turn at home ngga--" said Jaka who did not willing the beauty of his wife many times noticed.

Neta smiled a slanted smile, "yes it is. You who ngaco, come out mah dandan. Time wants what is rich people just wake up. Continue to mean to the mall negligent if at home wearing party clothes that?"

Jaka nodded, "should. Get out wearing a clothes. At home wearing skimpy clothes," Jaka grinned at Neta's belittling reaction.

"Don't like to go back and forth. Ngaco! Let what try?! Let's fight with people?"

Jaka advanced his face right next to Neta's face which was suddenly ambiguous due to this sudden attitude.

"Let me easily pelo rotin," he whispered.

"Ck! Uhhh!" Neta suddenly distanced her face and body along with Jaka who laughed crisply.

"Cardboard!" the sarcasm goes first.

"What cardboard?" tanya Jaka followed the beautiful neng then locked the door.

"No lie!" in response, he cracked the candy wrapper and threw it in his mouth.

"Later to go home to buy sop ribs. I'm lazy to cook, except if you want to ya monggo--" Neta never run out of stock desire, there is always something she said to Jaka follow. And Jaka always obeyed as long as it was natural, normal and human.

"Ready, make a pretty neng what the hell is it?!" his wink was ridiculous when he was on the bike, and it was successful in making Neta shove his shoulders while throbbing, "idih---"

"DICKHEAD!" Jaka always imitates and then laughs.

"Naik neng sweet," teased Jaka back.

"Don't be rich that's you! Strange you know, rich not you I know," Neta pushed Jaka's jaw and sat on the motorbike he nicknamed, the butut.

"Bahala neng," replied Jaka forwarded his motorbike.

They did not come with the butut, but with the red jazzy. Although fairly close but for the sake of a trust from surveyors and banks, the jazzy is always reliable.

Jaka drives while Neta looks at the location of the phone.

"Later from the front turn right the power," said Neta with eyebrows frowning in focus.

"Tau neng's. I would often skip the area of the shophouse," he replied turning on the penny lights as smooth as possible.

Jazzy took the two out of the village gate, not far away. Only a distance of 5 km both are already in front of a housing, where a row of new shophouses open neatly lined, and some are still empty no one has.

"fit it! It's open laundry," muttered Neta revealed the view where the shophouse that has been filled has a minimarket business, salon and dispensary. He is experienced with housing people, because there have been, he really knows what is needed here.

Jaka glanced at a glance,*aamiin*. He remembered Olin's words one afternoon to him and Opik when Jaka expressed his intention to open the workshop, daffodil, ci Olin supported him despite the conditions.

"You don't get out of here, Jak."

Then he said a quote about looking for a partner, "choose a partner (women) who always encourages us to be a human being forward, not just constantly growing (breed). It is not a matter of beauty, cook, or good in bed only because all those skills can be honed with the age of marriage. But the principles and views that want to move forward together, sometimes not all women have. Manut indeed must, but that does not mean his personality must be weak too, because when the nahkoda falters, then the ark will certainly be shipwrecked in the slump if his partner just hangs all the livelihood on the captain."

Then Opik replied, "ci! Ci Olin also talked about what household ships?!" he just threw a roll of note paper on Opik.

The 2-storey building in front of him which will be the place where both of them live, building a household. A shirt approached with the developer.

"Briker?!" he guessed and greeted Jaka. But Neta cut him off, "it's no longer a virgin kaleeee," he said slowly that only Jaka understood.

"This is Shanneta's sister Syifatun Sawalina?" Shanneta nodded.

"You want to go straight into the dalem to see?" another person showed the iPad with a short video that shows the ins and outs of the shophouse to be occupied following the advantages possessed.

Jaka and Neta are so careful with the explanation of the developer and chat with friends kaka Syifa, so it does not feel the time is rolling so fast.

"Sorry, I can't take long. Must work," added Jaka decided to leave.

"The house is ready, when?" ask Neta.

"Abis 17an event finished yes neng. Let the chill out, "Jaka was so busy checking all the preparations for the summit, next week." he rubbed Neta's cheek.

"You're packing things that are not going to make for the next week. So later not too riweh fit to move."

Jaka closed the book and put his phone off work, then he switched to Neta who had been spinning chips. He just realized that Neta was wearing his shirt.

"Why wear my shirt? Where's your shirt? Are you in the packing?" he also plucks spiced cassava chips in plastic jars. In recent days women have always asked for foods that are salty and savory rich in chips.

"There was. Don't know if I'm the only one feeling, or yes. My usual t-shirts kupake kasa mengeremasan really yes, not comfortable anyway, not semriwing that!" he nodded strangely.

"Ah time? The effect of snacking keeps the power neng!" cibir Jaka, the two were even more cool in talking about this less important thing, letting the television in front of the two talk to themselves.

"Later I'll wear your T-shirts that are Tarka committee, yes, the time of the peak event." Neta raised her eyebrows, Jaka nodded resignedly, "it's up to you."

"You've been chatting with Sandi yet, if you want to resign?" ask Neta.

Jaka shook his head briefly, "yet," the curvature of his lips showed that he was still relaxed, Neta who saw if Jaka too selow clapped the back of the hand that was entering the jar of chips made the pieces of chips that had been clamped back fall to the bottom of the jar.

"Don't get doped!" fierce fiercely.

Back Jaka clamp one of them and chew until it sounds crispy.

"You're so relaxed! Tell me from now on, bang Sandi tuh like complicated if people want to go out, wait for the salary lah-waiting to start instead first, or whatever!" neta's eye tail is always pointed sharp but sexy.

"Yes later said neng," Jaka stood up from his seat and stretched his muscles, "maybe you are gedean because at home never move, neng. Try to follow the gymnastics rich mothers on Sunday. He used to say he wanted to exercise every week, just once for that brother already." Critic Jaka took a glass of water.

"Males ah, his brother if abis run early in the morning.like drooling saw snacks in the brothers, so even more fat stack, run no how much return bring 2 times fat." Neta's hand was outstretched asking for the drinking water that Jaka was gulping. He closed the jar and stood up to the room, "Here!" pull it in the hands of Jaka, until now both are in front of the mirror.

Neta was now looking at herself, she turned sideways, then turned back to the other side, rubbing the whole body, "is there nothing different from my body?"

"Kok I feel that now the motion is rich that heavy! Rich sticky king kong!" he watched his body carefully. Not to mention the easy feeling of weakness that never healed.

"I'm so lemes on,"

Jaka initially frowned as Neta described her complaint, but a moment later she smiled meaningfully.

"Want to see a doctor?" her question approached and stuck to the back of Neta who was still staring in astonishment.

"Ah, what do you want?! I'm not sick!" he answered quickly, he was most anti with the name of a doctor.

"Yes aja want to be happy," kekeh Jaka.

"Silaturahmi mah same minister, same rich people! Let's ask for a greeting" replied Neta.

Jaka rubbed both shoulders of Neta and then moved towards the fruit on the dadha that felt increasingly chalky. After that, down towards the belly of Neta and sweep the excess space of the shirt until it stops at the lower abdomen, displaying the stomach that aga protrudes once Jaka attaches the shirt to no space.

Neta gasped at the change from the mirror, all this time she never paid attention to herself from the mirror, or indeed he himself who suggests the brain not to look in the mirror or worry about self-change including dusty pads under the corner of the closet, what he previously refused to come raw as a dream.

"You're sticking Jaka up, neng."

Yet Neta's expression was just gawking.

"Do you not feel that change? Or not counting when the last month came? We did it when we came home from Bali, already 2 months ago.I've never even seen you dapet,"

Neta now turned around with a worried face, "how am I really pregnant?!"

Jaka frowned, "why is it? Yeah good atuh!"

"I can't take care of a child, Jaka! I'm afraid of grazing. I'm not ready yet" he yelled at Jaka's chest.

"You can't do it yourself, you can't" he kissed Neta's forehead, then grabbed the jacket.

"What about myself, am I the one who is curling up, you are not following me?!"

"Where are you going?!" ask her to panic.

"You buy a testpek for you," said Jaka to take the key of the bike while sharing a happy smile.

"Jaka yeah! I'm afraid I'm pregnant!" his screams stopped Jaka's steps.

"Tell me, why are you afraid?" tanya Jaka squeezed both shoulders of Neta gently.

Instead of answering Neta instead looked at old Jaka, until finally the two eyes were glazed, "i have to seneng what sad anyway?!" a second later he cried while stomping his feet.

"Some of you! Really enter the seedlings!" his nagging back manyun exactly donal duck.

"Body I'm so stretched gini! Rich rubber cawaatttt,"

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