Chasing Barokah
MB64. I LOVE YOU AKANG PERJAKA

Small thanksgiving tipped rich mukbang, all macem food brought.

In the corner of Nilam's mother, he was busy exchanging recipes with cing Anjar, Nyak Epi and aunty Hana, in the corner of Syifa he talked about kpr installments with Aya's mpok, apparently he also wanted to imitate the footsteps of Neta and Jaka. And in the corner of the fathers, mas Sharif chatted casually with the men, there Jaka, cang Mu'in, bang Togar, bang Jeje and kong Eman, occasional laughter adorned their chatter. Apparently Eman and Epi kong have improved conditionally.

Jaka smears his cigarette in the ashtray and goes to look for Shanneta, who chooses to lie down with Aqis upstairs while watching. And in fact this afternoon, the pregnant woman even fell asleep while mingling Aqis on watch the flaming tv.

"Can you sleep, even though rame gini?! Innate little Jaka isn't this tea, or your new habit?" Jaka chuckles he almost swirled Neta's nose, but is stopped fearing if this woman is rampaging because her sleep is disturbed. He took a thin blanket belonging to Neta and covered the two as a stomach. Since going out to work let alone pregnant Neta so doyan sleep, wherever he was never miss his nap.

The atmosphere of the shophouse is quite cool unlike in rented even though the weather outside is hot. Maybe because the floor is coated with ceramics, the area of the room and the amount of air entering from the doors and windows that open.

Jaka also threw himself beside Neta even though it was not covered with a thick carpet, it seems that Jaka's faith is not that strong to not disturb Neta, Neta's body turned to face him, it seems that Jaka's faith is not that strong to not disturb Neta, and his hobby lately is touching the beautiful face of the wife.

"Ck!" let Neta flick her hands in the air make Jaka laugh. Once twice Neta still closed her eyes, but the third time she could not not not buy.

"Remember!" hit him at Jaka's dadha and then he turned the body to mean that Jaka no longer bothers him.

But unfortunately, Jaka did not give up just like that, he even more attached himself and felt the stomach of Neta.

"Nicebelin! Disturb tau!" the irritated stranger tried to throw Jaka's hand away.

"Wake up, it's your guest just below..."

"There are you who are cool, I mengelonin Aqis, while learning to snack on your child later..."

"Our son, my own son's time." Jaka replies to the words of Neta who now laughs crisply.

"Less mothers are like Wulan," said Neta.

"Yes. Want a phone?" the bargain is called Neta.

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A life that has been running for more than 3 months in the shophouse brings a new spirit to Jaka, a little definition but the blessing feels meaningful. A regular night's bedtime, Neta who always welcomes him at home is a small part of the blessing that he is so grateful for now.

Jaka opened the body of the consumer motor, "it was not kang if the trip is far, like to die alone.." lamented Jaka, "ngebul ngga bang, the exhaust?"

"Yes really, that was it before!" yells.

Drrttt-drrttt--

Jaka's phone vibrated in his pocket, but he had no intention of opening it let alone replying quickly.

Not because he is arrogant but if he is focused on work he does not want to be bothered with anything. About 1 hour he was done with his work, the smooth sound of the motor matic made the owner smile satisfied.

"Well, you're the same expert!" his praise.

"But baby, here only ampe at 3 pm aja ya kang. Sometimes I have time abis ashar, or magrib to be hunted close if you want to service the motor," he said.

"I have a private workshop, there can set an appointment or if you want to come directly open from 3 pm to 11 pm. So out of here, I'm in my own workshop."

He smiled happily, "well, great is the akang! Ready to go, ask for the address if that's it?"

"In the Diamond housing shop, sir. Very big road ahead," Opik said.

Jaka reached into the pocket of his pants to take out his wallet, from there he took his business card.

...BAROQUE MOTOR...

Jg. Perum. Diamond no. 34 Tomang, West Jakarta.

Teleps. 021-355271XX

He received Jaka's business card, "okay kang sip!"

Jaka got off his motorbike, shifted the shophouse folding door to the end, he shifted a little work equipment that was felt to block the step, he moved, two motorcycles are still in the process of repair and the plan today must be completed, but previously he chose to eat and rest first.

"Have a rest, Pik" he asked Opik, yeah! His comrades also work here.

"Ready boss!" Opik directly snatched the showcase containing cold drinks of various brands. Maybe this is the advantage of Jaka's workshop, the customers who come do not have to fold their lips while waiting for the motorbike to be repaired, they can order warm or cold drinks, as well as instant noodles and toast, because there is available here.

"Assalamu'alaikum!"

"Wa'alaikumsalam," answered Neta, the stomach that grows larger at the age of 23 weeks is starting to make it uncomfortable.

"What cooking?" Jaka kissed the top of his head at a glance as he passed towards the bathroom.

"Soto chicken, cobain dong kang. Dapet recipes from cook-pad."

Jaka turned the water faucet until clean water came out from there, "it's not really pretty neng cobain taste?"

"Udah, if I said I was. But don't know if I said akang..." Neta again scoops the soup with a small spoon and feels for the umpteenth time, worried it feels strange.

"Yes is it. If the word neng is delicious, I think it's also delicious." Jaka answered out with a half-wet face.

"A Opicion is downstairs?" Jaka nodded.

"Would you eat first? Same with Opik..."

"Yes." Yeah."

"Sir Jefry has a phone?" tanya Jaka plucked emitting from a plastic jar that was presented at the dining table with chicken soto, warm rice and other side dishes.

"Not yet, did he know what time to take the motorbike.." reply Neta looks so busy cleaning the dirty container and wash it in the sink, making Jaka anxious to see Neta. The once spoiled Neta, the one who can't do anything, is now busy being a housewife and her workshop manager.

"My son is calling you?" casually approaching Neta and bowing in front of his wife's stomach, the wide hand rubbed the distended stomach of the house dress, to make the one in there respond.

"Shh, tickle me!" well, Neta, Jaka then chuckled at her, "she knew her father was coming!"

"Hm, it's almost every mallem you're tengokin!" Neta pushed Jaka's head slowly.

"That's also ah,"

"Yes,"

"Nengga neng."

"Well, Wulan said when is the mother here?" ask Jaka.

"Because mom told me when?" Neta asked back.

"Lusa. Maybe I should pick you up at the terminal, I'll take a lot of your stuff," now Jaka turns to take the plate.

"A Opicion ! Go up, eat first bang!" let Neta shout down.

"*Ready Net*!" answer from below.

"Yes, I'll pick you up. My skin fertilizer pesenan much, not my pesenan pesenan memen-temen. Do you want to continue--have to use a courier from Garut to Jakarta dong?" Neta sat down in the chair next to Jaka.

"We ask first mother, if it allows datengin to hold off from Garut, meningan bring her raw aja. Later here we process while mixing our own production taste, packing itself." explained Jaka.

"And pray! So the entrepreneur crackers the skin of asgar!" neta Laughter. There is no busyness to make Neta so fond of toys at home, to just greet friends and acquaintances, or so he joined the fad post food, and, when he accidentally posted skin crackers from Sri's mother some friends including sister Syifa also drooled.

"You want me to become a business aja kang, his friends at the bank Syifa also want!"

"Can. Agreed tuh!" jaka Anguk.

"Wahhhh! Eat this, you know I'm a laper!" exclaim Opik up to the top floor.

"Open to the bathroom first ah! Smell oil! Hand wash, face wash, flower bath!" neta Cibir.

Opik clucked, "this bumil emang ngeselin. This work in the workshop is not a grave dig!" go back to the bathroom.

"Check out the dedek again when?" tanya Jaka was already greedily scooping the rice into his mouth.

"Tomorrow,"

"Sir, tomorrow the workshop opens itself first huh. I anter Neta check the content first," said Jaka.

"yeah!"

"When was his birth? Very long," he said now reaching for the plate.

"New 6 months also. It's 3 months away..."

"Gue kirain tomorrow," kekeh Opik scooping rice.

"Think of a little cat!" neta's circus is throbbing.

Neta closed her laptop, bookkeeping this month is done she calculated. Slowly but surely profits began to crawl.

"Let a little but a blessing," he murmured.

"Goddessh! Finished work today! I want to do something!" Opik stretches his muscles, for Opik, Jaka and Neta only give working hours until 8 hours, both are not up to the heart if they have to refor Opik for the benefit of the workshop.

"Gue unplug Jak, Net!"

"Yes bang!"

"Yes Pic,"

For busy workers, sometimes checking the vehicle becomes a rare thing and difficult to remember the opening hours of the workshop in general, so it is not surprising if Jaka customers here begin to arrive through from Isya. Tonight alone still sat 3 people waiting for the vehicle that was being repaired.

Neta always accompanied Jaka there every night.

This time Jaka was chatting with customers about motor care that he certainly did not understand, rather than just listening, he said, he chose to move the television channel attached to the wall looking for a tv channel that broadcasts exciting shows.

Repeatedly he pressed the remote button but there was no show that he thought was cool, until his finger was silent on one of the television channels that was airing the activity of police pursuit and raid 89.

He was quite stunned and jolted when he saw the building as well as the ins and outs that he was very familiar with being held an impromptu raid by a number of officers in brown uniforms.

"MOCACCINO," he murmured.

Some people were seen and examined for taking addictive substances and illegal liquor. Although disguised and blurred he knew that those who were being examined were people who Neta knew.

"God! Ck-ck!"

Maybe if Neta hadn't met Jaka, she was there right now. To make the mother ashamed, to make herself fall into the valley of oran kemaksi.

Aware of Neta being frozen in place with a nagging expression, Jaka approached, "why?"

"That's kang, Mocaccino was raided by the police! The power is sealed too!"

"Huh? Keep Wening? Widi?" ask Jaka.

"That!" point Neta at the people being led and led into the police car.

"Astagfirullah," muttered Jaka as he watched the news.

"If I hadn't come after you back then, I might have gone there by now. If I had not been chasing you before, I might have fallen with them. If I hadn't been chasing Barokah I would have been a bitch." Neta added.

Jaka threw a meaningful smile, "God is still a pretty neng." Jaka rubbed Neta's hand and moved the tv channel, "rest first. Are you done with the bookkeeping? I'll be up, then,"

Neta nodded, "yes. I go upstairs." he pulled the laptop and took it upstairs, along the steps of Neta turned his head back, saw Jaka who was back at work while chatting with his customers lovingly.

"Thank you for being patient and fighting for me. Thank you for giving me the opportunity to pursue Barokah. I love you akang Perjaka..." Neta again climbed the stairs with a heart full of joy despite a little fatigue due to a bulging stomach.

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