Chasing Barokah
MB# 8's. CANCEL MY BOYFRIEND'S SERMON TO COME
Neta shut off the motor just in front of the fence, reached out to the fencing gap rich again want to turn, "locked, ck!" the decaknya upset, even though the eyes have been attached to k.o.
He pushed the glass helmet up and reached into the phone in the bag trying to call Syifa, it is certain that his mother Aqis was awake at this hour and ngepoin oppa Ji Chang instagram, can be sure, though Syarif mas more like Teuku Vishnu.
Some neighbors flashed while staring at Neta at a glance full of concerned gazes, he guessed they were going to the mosque for the morning prayer of the congregation, yes! Pake mukena superiors bring the same prayer mat down ya kalii want to konoha nge'ninja together with the sasuke.
"Mother! Bukain pagers!" Neta immediately turned off the call after her brother Syifa raised a new also say hello, he had missed the command sentence, the base of the younger brother minus morals. Yep! Neta does sometimes call home people with the same call as Aqis, he said to stay young.
Just 5 minutes, the door of the house looks open, a woman in an instant hijab with her dress shirt is a sewot face and ketus open the fence padlock.
"Where are you?!"
"From the grave, do the work! Looking for a mouthful of vegetables and a glass of wine, especially.." he replied to the motorbike and forwarded it to the house past his brother who was still faithfully holding the iron fence, making it difficult to push if the motor did not strike, make tired.
"Usually also the most lazy at 2 o'clock already until home, this is the dawn of Neta! The more you behave the more wild," Siss Syifa.
"Rawrrrr!" neta growled while laughing while still wearing a helmet, afraid if her brother suddenly pulled out an unexpected stance from behind, so her head was safe sentosa.
"That's a lot, I didn't add bonus songs..."
"The longest song is also 15 minutes, you may not add an album!" sewot Syifa, early in the morning was like in the case of chicken tyren PN.
"Ck, that! Whatever, and I'm either always wrong in your eyes rich belek!" the reply did not want to be dizzy, his head was already clenched plus the scolding Syifa, fix it he pesen kareling tomorrow.
"Oh yes, brother, I'll have my girlfriend come to the house! So ready to go home, she wants to marry!" neta.
"What?!" he was surprised to hear the words of his sister.
"So?!!!"
"Shh-shuuttt, shat shutt!" hold Neta to hold her brother's lips.
"Mother do not need to be surprised, mother keep calm just the same father grandmother, my candidates come later in the afternoon, now I want to bobo first..don't glared at you kak, he's afraid of tigers because!" neta shouted into the room and closed it.
Syifa looked at the door of her sister's room in disbelief, was the man who impregnated her sister conscious and admitted? It felt so crowded, anger began to dominate Syifa, so at least he felt if he met the perpetrator who had stained the sister to conceive.
He came down and greeted the mother who walked from the kitchen goal, "your sister has come home?"
Syifa nodded but her face looked shocked and thought, "why?" ask mother.
"Mom, Neta was saying.he said later his girlfriend will lamar to the house," explained Syifa.
Mother was no longer surprised, her eyes had even jumped from where she was, "astagfirullah! Is that Syifa?" ask mother.
"Neta said so ma'am. Syifa was just confused about how to say the same habib Alwah bu," the two sat pensively in the dining room.
"Are you ready to meet the man who impregnated Neta?" mumbling Mother. Syifa rubbed her mother's back, "ready not ready mom should be ready," Syifa smiled.
"Mother!" Aqis rubbed her eyes in her father's sling, still clad in pony pajamas she approached her mother.
"Wake up for yourself what did you build?" tanya Syifa tidied the child's hair.
"Builded father," he tweeted.
"How come you haven't prayed dong?" the boy shook his head.
"Just pray first!" bring him. Syifa looked at her husband and gave a short nod as code.
"What?!" Sharif was quite surprised by that, because habib Alwah has fixed will mihitbah by bringing his extended family. So what should he say? Syarif scowled the nose suddenly dizzy.
Syifa looked down at the edge of the bed, her sister, ck!
Sharif breathed a long, "huffttt---astagfirullahaladzim,"
"Yes already, inevitably, even though this is bitter.mas must immediately meet habib, afraid he and his family to buy a ring." answered Sharif. Disappointment is certain, but what to say, there are more entitled than habib, yes biological father of the fetus.
"Yes, um."
Sharif was ready with a suit of cocoa shirt and black pants, he was about to get out of the room, "mas..."
Sharif turned to his wife, "yes?"
"I'm sorry my sister, yes" Syifa said.
Syifa moved to get ready for work.
"Dad, mother.prepare for long!" the gemoy Aqis, the 2-painted boy was ready since, his milk glass was empty and half of his breakfast was devoured by Aqis.
"Sorry, baby,"
Neta adjusts the netra to the light of her room, she inclines the base of the nose which is felt to be the tip of dizziness. He uncovers a blanket as warm as a man's handkerchief. His hand went to the side looking for a cell phone, but did not find him until he forgot if his phone was in the bag and had not had time to remove it again. He woke up with a situation that was a little energetic even though not very soon. However, sleeping this morning still will not be able to replace the efficacy of sleep at night.
Neta took the bag and spilled its contents, cell phone, cas'an, wallet, metal and paper cash, shopping receipts a few days ago, clasps and still a lot of plastic candy waste as well as a testpek.
Until the net is pounded in the folds of paper in the shape of a square, his lips are on their backs considering that they have managed to find a solution, should be!
"No boong people?" he murmured, but a moment later he shook his head, dispelling bad thoughts.
Jaka must be coming!
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The clinking sound of the tooling clashed, the smell of oil and gasoline mixed with oxygen inhaled, such is the life that Jaka lived all along. If after 2 pm he will work at Shangri-La then from 9 to 3 pm he will be in the workshop.
Dirty hands with oil rubbed forehead covered with sweat, this automotive smk graduate man turned the bolt nut cover oil and wipe it.
"Jak, is it done?" ask customer.
Jaka nodded, "already. Let's test it out for a second!"
Jaka turned the key and turned on the motor, the sound is now smooth not as rough as before even the motor until coughing.
There was a smile on the customer's face, "thanks Jak!"
"Together,"
"The notes are paid in nci only,"
Jaka wiped both hands with a cloth that was not clean, just get rid of a little oil that clumps in the palm of the hand.
"Nci, I'm a permit abis dzuhur..." Jaka stood up to his boss.
"Where is it?" ask the oriental-faced middle-aged woman, the workshop owner.
"Where is Jak going, back home?" ask Opik.
"You go to the candidate's house,"
Grombyorg!
"Mam post you uh mam post! Opic! Shocked me," said the nci latah.
"What is really lo?" asked Opik surprised, he dropped the key L he was holding.
"Yes, just do'ain." Jaka replied flatly, there is no normal excessive expression of people who are being hit by happiness will get married.
"Yes I do'ain good luck Jak," replied nci.
"Well, the romance won't topple Jak!" laughter Opik.
"Nyumbang-numbang, bankrupt me..gue give a gift aja ntar Jak if you are married!" answer the nci.
Jaka smiled a slanted smile, "insya Allah ci, if marriage is simple, as I can ci," replied Jaka.
"Whoa, don't be ampe tuh you owe me here and there just for a day's incantation, dizzy in the future!" reply nci.
Jaka smiled back, did Amber want to? Gotta want! After all this marriage is the will of the girl, only it feels there is something that bothers him at this time, he still hopes if not marriage on the contract agreement is the end of the fate of his marriage, he still hopes if not marriage, not he who is too hopeful like the pungguk but basically marriage on any basis it must lead to faithful, sincere, sincere and once in a lifetime, all must re-emerge because of God.
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