Chasing Barokah
THE MAGHFIRAH KAMOJANG MUBARAQQAH

...Tasyakur bin scrumptious and Aqiqah...

...Maghfirah Kamojang...

...We are happy...

...The Baroque & Shanneta Amber...

...May be a princess sholeha ❤...

A cute little toddler photo printed on a boxed rice box with rice filling, vegetables, tofu-tempe-permedel side dishes, gule and goat satay, plus fruit, mineral water and snacks as a complement.

Aqiqah event little princess Jaka and Neta took place simple but did not reduce the happiness of both families.

Jaka kissed Fira's forehead, her little daughter who is now in a cradle after having her hair cut into scissors at random by the study mothers and the neighbors present.

"Neng, dedek wants 'nen kaya..." Jaka saw the little princess who was now moving restlessly with a mouth that was mangap-bangap and stick out the tongue like looking for a source of life. But it looks like his ex dj'nya wife is actually eating a delicious afternoon meal menu...Yeaup! Since giving birth and suusuii Fira, nav suu eat Neta quite large.

The baby was very impatient, aware that if the mother did not give her food, she cried loudly even though she was in the cradle of the father.

Maybe Fira was a drop of Celine Dion, her voice so loud it broke the eardrum. But as a result, the mother is approaching.

"Yes deck..iya for a second!" Neta sped up her feed with horsepower and then drank quickly, "teng don't mess around then, you'll sprain!" she can be a responsive mother who is on standby, but not to the point of endangering herself.

Soon Neta grabbed baby Fira from Jaka's hand, then brought him into the room to be more free to issue baby food reserves Fira, as a standby father...Jaka follows Neta to the room, leaving family and relatives still outside the room.

Neta prepares with her grip on the pillow as Fira's tiny mouth devours Jaka's voracious toy. Jaka must be willing if now his favorite toy belongs to his little daughter.

"Akang--" he called out in a panic, but before Neta nyeroscos was any more noisy, Jaka had already handed the breast pad to Neta, making this beautiful neng chuckle grinning, grinning, Jaka is a husband and father on standby.

"It hurts you?" her question looked at her little daughter who was so strong that she was sweeping a sap, probably too thirsty.

Neta nodded, "still. Dedek ngi sepnya strong kang, this is me scuffed..."

"Do you want to use olive oil again?" actually Jaka is quite lazy to do this, because sometimes he has to hold a wild haz rat in him that comes with impolite without permission. But seeing Shanneta in pain, he really did not have the heart.

Neta nodded, "later pas dedek bobo aja, kang."

"Kang, will you be able to get anther to Shangri-La? Make a Sandi bang the same Wening, you guys make a security guard too," pinta Neta.

"May," he answered.

Jaka gets ready to go to Shangri-la, he asks the mother to separate the 5 Hampers Aqiqah to take with her, while Neta is with her family at home.

Not with his blind motorbike or motorbike owned by Neta, but Jaka brought the jazzy red. As someone whose income is many times more than since becoming an OB, Jaka has obviously changed, but does not make him forget Shangri-la.

He kissed Fira who was in the lap of Wulan, apparently his son was so spoiled. Although asleep, he should be in a sling or lap.

Neta handed her neatly arranged hampers in cloth bags to Jaka, "want me to put them in the trunk what would I bring down?"

"Let me just. Beautiful Neng do not carry heavy first," he replied as he received the bags, Shanneta helped bring Jaka down.

*T*!

The sound of a car alarm sounds when Jaka presses the remote button, he then opens the luggage door and inserts bags of hampers into it.

Jaka rubbed his palms, "nervous euy! I haven't been to Shangri-la!" he said it made Neta laugh.

"No more work?" ask her.

"Yes, beautiful people came in. Don't go outside. Pamali, still fragrant.." with her nosiness Jaka pulled Neta's hand, brought her face closer to Neta's neck and wiped the scent of his wife's body to Neta Kegelian, "uh! Still fragrant!"

Puk Puk ! Neta puts her fists slowly on Jaka's chest, "mode ah!"

"Yes, come in. I'll go for a minute. Want nostalgia first," he chuckled.

Seen by the building in front of him, the building is still triumphant among the frenzy of the night.

In the corner of the security guard post there, Mr. Uus is still loyal to cigarettes that emit white smoke, old age does not make him retire from his current job, he said, and maybe it will continue like this until the body can no longer hold the trust. Or maybe his children were able to bear the burden of his life and his wife.

"Pak Us," Jaka greeted after previously pressing the remote button of the car and retrieving the cloth bags from inside the trunk.

"Jaka?!!" his brows furrowed in the distance then approached.

"Oh Allah, Jaka?!" he exclaimed in disbelief to see Jaka now.

"Different! Is he the boss he said?!" shoot Pak Uus see Jaka from top to bottom.

Jaka smiled faintly, "come on sir. Still equally looking for money anyway-toh'an.please now have a little one, must reset more again," crisp laughter.

"Wahhh, is that right?! Cepet very Jak, don't feel I've aki-aki?!"

"Selamet ya Jak's. No news, haven't seen your son Jak,"

Jaka again commented on his thin smile, "nothing sir. Ask for his prayers just to be a son of righteousness," reply Jaka, he handed two bags to Mr. Uus, "make the father the same sir Asep."

"Waduhhh, what the hell? Thanks Jak! Moga your son to be a son of Solehah!"

"Aamiinu. If so I go in first sir, would like to see Mr. Sandi..."

"Oh, please. There was just a new date. Once again then get ye Jak!"

Jaka nodded politely and then entered the nightclub, his condition was still the same when he first entered and last came out, only the people were different, the people were different, either he who never memorized the faces under the dim disco lights.

His eyes rolled towards the bartender's desk, where Sandi used to be with Wening. But now Wening is on the podium.

He walks towards the bartender's desk and approaches someone, who turns out to be with someone else and Jaka knows him.

"Sir."

He and Widi turned, "Jak? Oh my goodness!" he dyed towards the back of Jaka's body. Widi was quite surprised to see Jaka, had not met for long, plus their last meeting was tinged with tension and hostility.

"Meta?" ask Sandi.

"Jagain Fira at home," replied Jaka, Sandi patted her head until she forgot that Neta was now a new mother, though the other day he himself delivered a gift for a baby padlock that looks like Shanneta with his wife to the shophouse of Neta.

"Make brother, Wening the same.pak Widi," Jaka put a cloth bag bag on the bartender's table and pushed it towards Sandi and Widi.

"Thank you Jak! Say thanks also to Neta," replied Sandi happy to receive a hampers bag. While Widi who looks misbehaved and seems not to want to see Jaka, now it is seen extending her hand, "congratulations.buat lo the same Amber, sorry I have not stopped looking at your baby with Amber."

Jaka grabbed her hand, "thank you."

"You know, I said sir, because it's only a permit for a while with Neta."

Jaka resigned from there, and stepped home, while Widi opened a hampers bag with a small baby face in a card attached also in a hampers parcel containing a comb, a small towel, and, aromatherapy oil and small mugs, he chuckles small and anxious, "lo baby beautiful Net, rich mother.

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As I promised at that time yes, the name of Jaka's child I took from the word Kamojang which means Beautiful girl from Sundanese land.