Chasing Barokah
MB #63. LOOKING TO THE FUTURE

Jaka did not come in uniform as usual. And prefer to use a car, because now Neta goes with him, make Pak Uus pangling.

"Hey Jak, come on! Mobilan now?!" ask her without aling-aling. Until another person came out of the passenger seat made Pak Uus pursed his lips quite surprised and nodded politely.

"Hay sir!"

"Eh, mbak Amber," she said.

"The same message mbak Amber," continued Pak Uus.

"Healthy mom, have you started working again?" ask sir Uus for pleasantries.

Neta simply commented a smile and walked in, "neng first. I'd like to talk to you for a second, Uus." Neta nodded.

Shangri-la's sparkling voice never went out as usual, Neta breathed deeply as she passed the entrance. Perhaps he would miss these hellish scents, his life in Shangri-la was not short, it was unimaginable that this time he came to say goodbye to the world that had raised his name, a world that has been fused with its flow.

Neta had been silent for a long time at the entrance between the dim lights and the noise of music until Jaka grabbed Neta's hand from the side, "why is diem here? Mr. Sandi again sat there," pointed at Jaka.

"Nearly 6 years of my world in Shangri-la, still can't believe that now I will leave some of my soul.." he muttered to see the podium DJ who is now there Wening is turning the panel dj.

His outstretched hand rubbed Neta's shoulder, "there was a time when man had to change into a better person. Drawn out of a previous life to achieve a new, much brighter life. I can't promise anything right now as pretty, but one I can assure you.Simple life with our little family" Jaka nods.

Neta took a deep breath, then moved.

From his place, Sandi can see Neta with Jaka, "The bucket!" the thrill goes fast.

"How are you?! Huh! Still want your house, just came back here?! Get hired!" pebik pissed.

Neta grinned, "You've been at home so late diem like to be out males, males anyway!" the answer.

"Yes already. Yu entered the room. Jak, you just work. Let bini lo in the employee room, calm down safe Jak!" said Sandi.

"Seenak udel," snorted Neta, "hey sir manager, my husband wanted to talk!"

"Don't be noisy here" said Jaka with an already uncomfortable face and grinning to hold the ear-splitting sound.

"Yuk!" get Neta to herd the two of them deeper into the employee room.

"What the hell is this?" His forehead creased but still followed Neta's wishes. Until now, all three have been in the employee room, with Neta directly sitting on the sofa.

Jaka sat next to Neta, "sir Sandi, I'd like to resign."

Sandi frowned, "wait, what does that mean?"

"Today I'm coming for resignation, not for work." Jaka Evident.

Sandi further frowned her forehead deeply, until several folds. "With no wind no rain, you ngundurin yourself Jak? Is it because this bini lo told you to?" tanya Sandi pointed at Neta, "kalo yes, here I chopped his mouth first."

"Have a son! I open a business bang, so Jaka same me, resign from here."

"You mean?"

"Gue mutusin make a stop from the world dj, bang." Neta's smile depicts bitterness, but like it, this is the decision he took.

Sandi tried to control the look on her face and digest each of these sudden sayings, "lo sure? It's not a minute to be a dj, Am?"

The pair of beautiful eyes looked at Jaka, until the look of Neta's eyes gained more power than him, "sure bang."

Sandi let out a long sigh, leaning her body onto the sofa with her two clutched hands she used to support the weight of the head.

The big-bodied man was speechless, just a beard and shook his head, "know what I have to say," his laughter was discordant.

Then he stood up and went out of there to get into his room, "wait a minute."

When Sandi returned, she had already held the brown envelope and handed it to Jaka, "lo's salary this month. Thanks for working here,"

"And lo! Who suddenly came and kept the news stop so dj. Don't mengeselo later at any time, I will susulin and gret lo if Shangri-la again kepepet need lo!"

There's no good farewell, but Shanneta can make it through tonight. Goodbye Shangri-la, good-bye nightlife....

"This is his house?" ask mother.

"Yes ma'am, this is Neta's Rukonya Jaka." Syifa replied giving a message to the sister who was already there.

"Whose house is bun?" ask Aqis.

"It's the same aunty house as Jaka, Aqis. Kan was already told if we want to go to the house aunty," Syarif pull the brake lever right in front of the spacious parking lot shop. Until someone they knew came out of the 2nd floor balcony, "Aqiss yuhuu!"

"That's Aunty!" the boy got out of the car and exclaimed, "aunty!" her laugh.

"Here come in baby, not locked!"

Syifa and the others got out of the car, taking with them their luggage, "mum! Welcome to my hut!" the thrill of pride from above, yelling richly yet again mating time.

"Your neighbors are here?" ask mother.

"Not yet, maybe even a little more" replied Neta. Bumil this one back inside, continue his work arranging and unloading goods from the cardboard.

"Dad-dad, spit push the door!" the boy leaped in impatient excitement to quickly go inside and explore the aunt's new home. Mas Syarif pulled the iron door that covered the bottom of the shophouse until he was shifted to show the inside that was still empty, only the woven mats are green-red fantasies and some large items that are still placed uncalled there.

"Be careful son, watch out!" he added when Aqis climbed the stairs to reach the top floor.

"Hayyy! Here and there, aunty's got chocolate jelly!"

"The aunty house is a mess, rich toy Aqis if it has not been machined!" the girl approached and researched every corner of the second floor of this shophouse.

"Dear, aunty just moved. Here, just sit here. Om Jaka just finished this part, so I can watch!" take him to sit on his thick velvet carpet that was brought from his mother's house.

"So aunty has her own house, what kind of aunty room is she in?" ask Aqis.

"Make Aqis! Aqis can be bobo in the aunty room if Aqis wants to," he answered taking a jar of chocolate and jelly for Aqis and turning the lid open.

"So Aqis has room 2?!" aqis asked exclaimed, and Neta nodded quickly, "yes, can you, Aqis keep her room aunty?!"

"Can!" he laughed displaying milk teeth that had not been partially dated.

The sound of footsteps of some people was heard climbing the stairs, "wih, pretty big too, wide!"

"Yes, mas. I just found out! Staying in bulkheads can be some room! I want to have one too,"

"Heyoo bumil! What about the wawa utunnya?" ask Syifa.

"Alhamdulillah good. I only have more fat, brother. Pregnant her said the neighbor in the gang senggol tuh pregnant to bo." adunya to the brother and mother.

"That's good. Not to worry about morning sickness, so nutrition for you is the same as the mother's grandchildren are fulfilled," mother put some bushels, lunch boxes, and paper bags containing food brought. Neta left Aqis who was cool to watch while snacking and then went to approach the mother, "take what aja bu, seem a lot!" he began to wander at the sight of one by one mother's luggage.

"Here, look. He said your neighbor wants to go to the dateng."

"Where is Net?" tanya mas Syarif, since this man was on the balcony, more interested in seeing the view around from there, the big road is right in front of the shophouse which is bounded by a large paved land, access in and out of the housing that is on the side and behind a row of shophouses.

"Udah must be selling Net, if here!" gumam mas Syarif stared at the business opportunity.

"So in the car rental, take the leftover goods, and then go with the neighbors."

Syifa was also interested in what her husband was doing, she walked towards the balcony, "try with yuk! But what is it?!" coined.

"I thought about opening the laundry. But it's just a while ago, the workshop has not been work, just want to start." replied Neta to do what both of them do. Mandangin view of the skyline of Jakarta from the top of the balcony of a rich shophouse looking into the future.

"Good idea, there's nothing here. Must be realized!"

"Don't go on, afraid that someone might start a robot. People today have a chance at a direct sat-set." murmured Sharif.

"Plan make it ahead mas, if smoothly, insyaAllah I really take care of the business just here with Jaka."

No need to use the angkot group exactly manasik hajj entourage, just with a motorbike has arrived at the shophouse owned by Neta only by taking 10-15 minutes.

Some motorbikes stop in front of the shop, next to the car Syarif and Neta with luggage that is quite sambreng.

"This is your house, Jak?! Huge-gede!" cing Anjar's nod.

"Cing! Mpa!" call Neta from the balcony.

"Well, it's Sanet, cing!" mpok Aya.

Jaka took a quick glance where there was already a mas Syarif and brother Syifa beside Neta, he then shifted the folding garage door that became the first floor covering, letting everything go inside.

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