Chasing Barokah
MB #66. DADDY, PAPAH, ABAH?

Mother brought all the Neta hair into one and smeared it high behind, "later out in the cut, not all this time in the child's jambakin," said the mother. Neta is like feeling back to being a mother's little girl, eating bribed, hair pickled, dried wiped.

Jaka and Syifa are just paid viewers, while Aya's mpok has returned home.

Jaka's gaze fell toward the clock on the wall, "to the clinic now, yeah, it's been a long time too..."

Neta just resigned, this time he behaved like a good child, unlike Neta who usually.

"Slowly..." Jaka took Neta down, accompanied by her mother. Syifa himself chose to be in the shophouse, while waiting for Syarif and Balqis, he also took care of the house which is a workshop while there are several customers.

"Be careful Jak, Net..."

"Pick Titips!"

"Yo, ready Jak! Just relax!"

"Those who have a workshop want ye bang?"

"Iye," replied Opik again struggling with keys and other equipment.

Neta does not need to experience the drama of giving birth stuck in traffic or claws of people because of the slowness in the road, due to the distance of shophouses to the clinic near.

If at this time a woman will not think about her appearance including Shanneta. Maybe if it is in normal mode he will sneer at his current appearance which*iuhh really*! By wearing Jaka shirts and subordinates of Neta brown pull cloth no matter, say the dipper grandmother or kebayan grandmother.

His face was paled helplessly when the obstetrician again asked him to lie down.

"Let's check in again, who knows has increased the opening, should he added yes..."

It's true there are additions but not much when Neta feels her energy has been drained a lot until in this second, she almost gave up making it. The doctor said if this is natural to happen to an *Dara*, plus the birth process of each person is not all the same.

*This is until when, O Allah*?!

"Akang sshhhh," his voice sizzled softly.

"Which hurts, say the same to me.." pinta Jaka with Neta position draped his hands on Jaka's neck while Jaka rubbed straight from the area of the spine to the waist. His face was heartbreaking, he shook his head already unable to describe the word pain anymore.

"The strong neng. I'm the same Wulan here again, too" he replied.

Neta bit her lower lip tight until the color paled, "I know you're strong, you're a strong mother. You are a tough wife, have many times your life, but you can rise up.inget struggle every mallem for 9 months, today's time is lost so," jaka said that made Neta sob.

"Don't cry oruh, put the energy to make it later.." Jaka wiped away the traces of tears on his wife's face.

Neta's face was so haggard and soaked with sweat and tears, "wouldn't we meet first? Make a cry if you get made up, ask for my kasian mercy?" kekeh Jaka scornful make Neta just weakly sneer at himself. Then a moment later Jaka fused his two eyebrows together and closed his eyes.

"*Excuse me mas*,"

"*Me*?"

"*He! Are there any living beings besides you*?"

"*My name is Shanneta Amber*....."

"*Jaka Barokah?!!" Shanneta almost spouted her laughter*.

"*Barokah, I want nawarin marriage contract*..."

*And each piece of the incident was like a flash of memory made like a mini movie at a cinema*.

"*Signor coer*..."

"*I believe you*,"

"*I tuh wife no morals, never take care of you, stubborn often opponents, what reason do you want to keep the same I*?"

"*Because of my promise before God, it is not something to be played with*..."

"*I'm out of town*!"

"*Why not ask my permission first*?!"

"*Go wherever you want, even where I don't know*,"

*Any growing sense of love turns into angry and homesickness*.

*Crash map*....

"*I'm sorry to leave without your service*,"

"*I'm sorry I said uncontrollably with anger, I will no longer repeat the same mistake*..."

"*Sorry I*,"

"***I love you Baroque Crunch***,"

"***I love you Shanneta Amber, even from the first time you asked me to marry you***,"

Neta mere mas her draw, "I want to go to the bathroom," he whispered.

"I'm anther,"

But something surprised the two including the mother,

Tests-tests-tests....

Clear liquid flows past the base of the pa ha to the feet wetting the floor where Neta is standing now.

"The amniotic waters are rich in Jak," said the mother.

"Big, sshhhhh!" his whimpering louder and louder, now between the pain and the mules that whack arise a sense of wanting to push uncontested.

"So, I'll call the doctor first yeah,"

Mom takes over Neta, and Jaka quickly exits the room to call the doctor.

"Hmm-hoff! Heukkk," hold Neta.

"Don't be in the melanin, son," mother cupped both shoulders Neta.

He shook his head, "but this is what was pushed so hard, ma'am. I'm not the one who wants to make it.." he said tired.

"He was arrested first, and then he hunted lemes, afraid it was not yet time."

Jaka came with the doctor, "wah! Finally, his grandpa has not been patient yet want to see mama papa...still can walk to the action room? Let me help you,"

Suddenly the fear disappeared somewhere, because now what Neta felt was to quickly pull out what had been pushed to get out.

Inhale-exhale-

"Have Ti?" ask the assistant who just coated the mattress with a cloth.

"Udah doc, let's mommy can go up.." he asked.

Tiredness does not make him give up on the bed.

"Dok, sshhhh-h-have not been strong" he said.

"Yes, briefly. You can hold his heel until he touches pan tat?"

Jaka helps Neta to be in the right position, "yes, good,"

"The shock is not screaming or making a sound yes mother, but more in the push towards the stomach, do not break yes. let the pressure later not to the nerves that can make the blood vessels of the eyes rupture."

"Ready? If there's more heartburn, my love's a cue, "take this veiled doctor. Neta nodded in understanding.

His grip on Jaka's hand tightened, "doctor--"

"Ready, give encouragement!"

Hhhhh-----

It trembled as it pushed, as if its tiny core hole was forced to expand in order to bring out something bigger than that, baby.

The hard push from him and from within had not been able to make the wound tear. Worried if the tear will widen unbecoming, Vina's doctor chose to give the action of a tear wound in the exit hole.

"I'm a little scissor, yeah,"

"Huh?" Jaka until gawking.

And it's true that the sharp object tore the core of Shanneta makes her heart ache, especially when Neta tightened her grip on Jaka's hand until her books whitened the omen of being channeled her pain.

"His wealth is great his grandpa, so we love the tear wound yes.liar no where," he smiled soothingly.

"Okay already, if you mules again love the cue..."

Neta was already bathed in sweat, countless pains she felt up to this second, "doctor...."

"Love strong encouragement!"

Neta mustered all the rest of her strength back then, "ayo neng, you can love..."

"Hold sir, lift your body up so you can add encouragement" he asked.

"Come, his grandfather was nongol his head.." said the enthusiastic doctor.

And for whatever sake, that sentence seemed to be a booster sentence for the Neta struggle this time.

The mixed pain he was putting all in, no matter what, Neta just wanted this over quickly.

Aushhh! a tiny baby's head to his shoulders out of his birth canal, followed by he who just slid.

"Yes! That's enough," immediately, the painstaking hand of the doctor's mother turned the tiny, fragile body mixed with the clear liquid to reveal an adorable face with red cheeks and white skin like Shanneta, a few seconds later, he was crying so hard.

"Alhamdulillah..."

Neta laughed and cried, "alhamdulillah, huhuhu..."

"Thank you dear, you've brought all the happiness to me." Jaka kissed Neta's forehead that was soaked in sweat.

"I became my mother" she said.

"Yes, you're a great mom. She's your rich beautiful. Love the drama of his mother's rich cry," whispered softly while laughing crisply, surrounded by the sound of crying that has not stopped, it seems true, Jaka's daughter is a candidate for queen drama like her mother.

Neta laughed and pinched Jaka's arm, "just go!"

"Please sir, would you like to diadzani?" the doctor's assistant invited Jaka to accuse him.

Neta commented a smile in the middle of a body that was already helpless, hearing the voice of Jaka reverberating filled the heart space as he chanted the adhan in the ears of their little daughter, seeing his 2 favorite people in front of his eyes like seeing an angel of heaven who is ready to fill his days with happiness and learning. Jaka Barokah, the true good looks of a man. And he was the proud priest of Neta.

"Papa Jaka--? Mpap Jaka-? How does it not fit?!" muttered.

"Daddy?! Pffftttt joking!" he chuckles to himself.

"Change?!" Neta stared at the ceiling of the maternity room, "the rich days of Aki-aki, '" she said.

"Dad. Dad's virgin," he murmured again.

"Where is a father but a virgin!" grunts sneering.

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Yeeee, finally we are at the end of the story Pursuing Barokah, for readers who are curious about the name of his son or maybe want to join the fringe love can, later I love in the bonus part yes. For readers of Janet who are not willing and said will not be willing to finish, sorry morry nih guys, Janet's entourage should I end up here, Teh sin kumaha how the hell, I have to, we want to see the excitement of Janet taking care of children, how boisterous the beautiful neng aa Jaka ngurusin baby, will mebek? Or the thumping of the akang? The answer later I give you bonus part, if hunted 😂😂😂

Finally, thank you for following Janet Squad, I know there are too many shortcomings in this work, because perfection only belongs to God. Thank you so much for readers who until now are still loyal to me, for gifts in the form of flowers, love, vote, tips or others that are matur nuwun, big hug lope lope for you, and for you, because without you Jaka-Neta is nobody..

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