Chasing Barokah
MB #62. A PATCH OF LOVING MEMORIES

The old couple had been secured by their children and were working on solving their problems inside the house. Also, the neighbors who saw it were disbanded. The morning ftv drama is over.

Jaka pulls clear tape to strengthen the cardboard layer to transport goods.

"It's transported from now on, neng. Let's not be boisterous tomorrow. Just bring the rest,"

Neta nodded sweetly in reply, not with words because her mouth had been chewing fried food since. Luckily Jaka, Neta was not picky about food in her pregnancy.

"That means tomorrow only stay in bed for the goods that gedenya?" ask Neta, Jaka nodded.

"Sanet, Jack!" mpok Aya immediately just went in by carrying a cardboard container of used canned cake products because the door opened as wide as the body of the kentung.

"It's not enough? The biggest of koh Lian's stalls."

"Gede mpok, thank you." Jaka received it from Aya's mpok, Pudin's mother was sitting on the floor on the carpet with Neta, while watching Jaka packing things, his gaze was haggard, "new also here how long, Net. I'm moving on aje..."

Neta rubbed Aya's hands, "move also not far too much, mpok."

"Maen just go home. After all, I was alone at home. I will work in the workshop ci Olin, or during the day I play here, let later he will be picked up while returning home," replied Neta.

"Yes already. The move is tomorrow, right? Cing Anjar ngajakin nganter while eating in your new house."

"Can mpok, that's fine! All small sizing, ajakin mom with Syifa, how kang?!" neta asked, Jaka nodded in agreement, "may."

"That's why I'm back, I haven't been holy!" he chuckles.

"Yes. Thanks mpok!" jaka and Neta.

"I'm not saying it yet with Epi, want to pay but no more fighting the same crank."

"I'm sure you know neng, let it be later. This malem is going to Shangri-la?"

"So dong!" quick nod.

"okay." Jaka glanced at the clock on the phone that had shown at 08.30 wib, "that's how I went to the workshop first, it's noon." He stood up and shifted some cardboard to the corner so as not to block the road, "later in the afternoon I took it to the shophouse."

Neta nodded as she stood up, staring at the entirety of each of these simple little contracts, where her love grew for a Virgin, where she learned to become the new Shanneta. It feels like just yesterday he came with all the haughty, spoiled, unspeakable nature of nothing. He chuckled little to see the bathroom that had been fitted with a door 3 weeks back.

"*What a Jaka! You think I'm willing to make it happen while you're there!" he hits Jaka's arm and points towards the front of the stove*.

Jaka realized Neta was looking at the bathroom hallway herself, surely he imagined what happened between them, he wrapped his arms around Neta from behind, "neng gorgeous imagine the vape incident that jatoh, or ngeden there?" tanyanya while dipping the head of Neta.

Neta chuckles and turns her body, the two white hands automatically coiled around Jaka's neck, "yes. If it's funny, I'm really fierce with you, angry handyman..."

"Yes, beautiful neng is fierce. But I love you."

"Neither possible." Neta shook her head, "I'm a fierce girl. Often makes you sprains, fillers, doesn't take care of you,"

"Because I've been in love with you ever since you asked me to marry you. You are beautiful, anyone will bend your knees including me, all your attitudes I consider a challenge for me. I know you are a good woman, it looks from you who always appreciate your family, your mother even though at that time you were thought to be pregnant but you did not yell, run away let alone fight. You respect my mother, Wulan. Make me more stunned, the more here I fall in love because you want to learn and accept me."

"Shanneta Amber, the future mother of my son, I fell in love for the same time as you" Jaka said.

"*Love you more akang, love you more*.." reply Neta muttered clearly full of love. Jaka pulled the chin of Neta, the current beauty of Neta many times, either because pregnant women always have their own aura, which is clear in his eyes Shanneta always arouses his soul every time, especially now. Jaka can't prevent it.

Amidst this loving atmosphere Jaka wants to scratch the last ink of his memories with Neta in the room of a historical witness of his love story with his wife, to further open a new leaf in a new place with a bright future.

The two chewy things goethan ada to cause a loud decapitation sound. The deeper Jaka meng his ap, the deeper both drifted into the vortex of the sea of endless love. His hand has now pressed and held the nape and waist Neta to follow the game. Highlight his eyes still look dark, but Neta released pago etan both, making his lips look so wet, "you have to go to the workshop, later scolded ci Olin."

Jaka locked the door and brought Neta into the room, "mumping the mattress has not been moved. Make last memories here!" jaka said that made Neta laugh.

"You are! How doyan!"

Not wasting a chance, he then pitted his wife's body at the door of the room, with darkened eyes he drowned himself back with Neta as his hands were not going to be silent, go through each surface of that smooth skin. Put down every barrier between her and Neta whether it's a t-shirt or pants.

Neta never thought that the god of pleasure was a Barokah virgin, because since then he had only been rendered helpless and restless on a shaky contest. Jaka smart incarnate, in addition to being a mechanic and ob he is also good at bringing him soar into space, is he a pilot of a boeing 737 majors sky full of love or even a captain of a romance ship?

Every pounding full of excitement was always interspersed with the ravings of Neta who asked him to immediately spout the vanilla sauce.

"Not late, later ci Olin waiting. Angry,"

Why should I rush if he can enjoy it to the top? Neta's stifled screams indicate that if his wife has arrived while he is still busy climbing, he is always thirsty and Neta is the release of his thirst.

"Just a minute" whispered Jaka. The veins of his hands were increasingly protruding to grip the bed sheet and pushed strongly something he would remove down there. Until the tightness in the core cavity makes Neta more firmly hold Jaka's body that mene gang.

"This baby I want to sleep," said Neta Parau.

*cup*!

Jaka releases himself and gets up, grabbed by a cell phone to notify Ci Olin if he arrives late.

He grabbed his towel and wrapped it around his waist, "kalo going to sleep, the door was locked. Rest rich I don't go home, make nebus come late."

"Hm" he replied muttering. Every time he finished carrying out his obligations Neta always felt if his power ran out.

Only 5 minutes, Jaka took a quick shower so as not to get late.

"What do you want to buy back?" tanya Jaka put on a t-shirt and tidied her hair.

"Whatever, what am I eating." He answered without intending to see Jaka and still faithfully closed his eyes.

Jaka smiled at Neta, who was curled up behind a blanket with her shoulders and back still plain.

"Mandi neng, let seger. I'm going ya.."

"Hm." she replied again.

"Lock the door! Assalamu'alaikum."

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