Chasing Barokah
MB #9. SILENCE MOM

There are no special clothes that Neta prepared to wait for Jaka's arrival. Precisely Neta was too haunted with his home clothes, nyemil know the contents made by his mother while watching cartoons with Aqis, he laughed with his nephew as if his life was rich never had a heavy burden, he said, neta should have a debt to the loan shark so that life is so difficult or the road while carrying a wagon of cuanki so as to enjoy life carry the burden.

Jaka slow down the speed of his motorcycle, looking for the home address of Neta kaya nyari jodoh ayu ting-ting. He escaped tired breath, he should not have to be like this, what is he chasing? He's a man why must you lose to women, why should you want to be colonized, cobak?! Love at first sight? Come on, as beautiful as a woman he is not that kind of man who immediately convulsed like an angel chick. Then why Jaka want to wear rich pantofel shoes to continue to be able to accept the crazy idea of a newly known girl, the answer is he did not know the obvious with the Neta maksa, cry, cry, venting continuously sticking to the leech-like body makes his male soul instantly become iron man, want to protect!

"This richness," he grinned and narrowed his eyes because the sun still did not want to pity the inhabitants of the earth to just give a sense of shade. Jaka researched the building quite large in front of him, similar to the house of Mr. Lurah in his village, shady, cool and beautiful as the owner of the house, eh...

He opened his helmet and then gave Neta the news that he was outside the fence of the Neta house, standing under the blazing rich sun of the foundation people asking for donations.

Ting!

Neta glanced at the mobile phone at the table that was always there wherever he was to check if the Jaka Tarub was preaching it, it was yes!

"Eh, thank God! Yes, if God's most beautiful servant really likes to make angels without the heart if his hope is not affirmed," Neta plucked the tissue on the table and wiped the oil-soaked hands tofu without washing her hands.

"Where's the county going?!" tanya Aqis turned her eyes away from the yellow box.

"Front a minute, there's aunty's guest!" Neta widened her smile and darted towards the front of the house.

"Guests?" the girl grew a big question mark over her head.

Neta opened the door of the house, her gaze straight straight to the front of the house where it was seen someone standing there.

Neta steps closer until now clearly visible half of Jaka's body to the chest, his eyebrows raised quite in disbelief, until finally Neta grabbed the lock of the fence and opened the iron door.

Oh geeznnn! Ck-ck!

Purple brown peacock scratch batik, material pants and pantofel shoes.not to mention neat hair that drizzle make galfok because shiny hit the sun, successfully make Neta gawking parrot. For a moment Neta thought to patch the hair drizzle using clu rit, really jiggling!

The place of worship is not here, ambyar! Auranya Jaka is already rich father of penghulu. Aware of the overexposure of this eggplant girl, Jaka raised his eyebrows, "why? Is something wrong?"

"My brain.." muttered Neta.

The girl blinked, did she need to call the Alvian Fox or Carin Delano to make over this guy, "engga! Come on in, you just got back from the deck?" neta's question made Jaka shake, "engga."

Okay, can he conclude if this man needs a touch of Citayem's ciwi-ciwi.

Jaka took a lot of breath, Neta house is quite good, cool, spacious and well many times more than his home in the village, different muchhhh!

"Sit down first, I called the other mother." said Neta entered leaving Jaka with a dry flower jar in the living room and a chicken carving decoration on the corner table, who knows the intentions of acquaintances.

"Mom, brother Syifa, mas Sharif!" call him, he walked calling family members let on out of the place of medi.

"Mom, Neta's boyfriend has arrived!" he exclaimed happily, this way Neta hoped his mother would accept Jaka and hit Habib Alwah. Just sober the mother who was still holding a spatula because she was ruffling the cooking on the face quite snapped, her heart immediately rumbled to hear if the man who had impregnated her youngest daughter came.

"Why Neta?" mas Syarif came out of his study while brother Syifa who had just finished changing clothes attended.

"My girlfriend's here for lamar!" neta answered without sin, without effort. Neta pulled the mother's hand forward, so curious the three humans tailed forward.

Jaka looked up in a polite sitting position when he saw Neta bringing his three family members there.

"Then this..."

Bugh!

Bugh!

A grekk!

Damn right, Jaka's fate. What dream was last night? The reflexes of Neta and her two sisters-in-law scattered away from Jaka's mother who protected her head with her hands, never dodging.

"Eh mothers!!!"

"Mother, astagfirullah! Called ma'am!"

The atmosphere becomes a little noisy because of the mother of mosquitoes without cause, is not it! Actually, the mother did not run amok without cause, it's just that Jaka who was not given the opportunity to run away finally had been exposed to raw bogeman mother Neta without he knew what his mistake, was he wrong wearing a costume? Was it the wrong house? Or was he just a mistake?

"You! You're the one who impregnated my son without taking responsibility?!" his eyes have glared like a late suzzana when he became a suketi spirit. The look of the angry face of a mother from his face, with Syifa and Sharif arrested. Little Aqis even got distracted and stepped into the living room to see what was happening, when she discovered that her grandmother was angry at her aunt and a foreign man, with both parents holding the boy's grandmother, he flicked his steps behind a wall and hid there.

"Mother, sorry.but I.." Jaka had not yet explained Neta cut Jaka's speech.

"Mom! Neta love Jaka, Jaka also has the intention of marriage Neta kok! From the married mother Neta same habib, meningan same father of the fetus conceived Neta!" disprove Neta defending.

Jaka knitted his brows at Neta, you mean? This is not in the contract?!

Neta simply winked pleading with Jaka and stood half-hugging Jaka's body.

"Mom, ma'am be patient.don't use emotions. It is good that we sit together with a cold heart and brain, which is important now?" ask Sharif.

"Jaka, Jaka Barokah!" neta replied, Syifa gawked and half-informed wanting to spit out a laugh but she cleared her throat swallowing it all considering the current situation.

"Mom can calm down, right?" tanya Syifa calmed mom.

"Mom, mum.. Neta asked for help.a Jaka came here well ma'am, do not make later a Jaka does not want to marry Neta.." pinta Neta memelas.

Mother muttered the words istighfar, then Syifa and Sharif took her to sit on the seat of Jaka.

"Let go of the Fa, I'm calm!" fierce mother contrasted with her expression and speech. The situation that was originally chaos can now subside, until the host forgot, Syifa moved on.

"Mas, Syifa made you drink first. The time of the host did not entertain," his permission was taken Sharif.

Syifa quickly feared that her mother was raging again.

"So, I'm sorry if your arrival was not welcomed. This is Shanneta's mother, and I'm Neta's sister-in-law, who was my wife, Syifa."

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