TABIR (The Actor Turns Out to be My Brother)
CHAPTERS 103. CAUSE THE PROBLEM 2.
Mr. Jatmika and Bu Ambar ran hurriedly towards the direction that Fatur pointed at, while Dara and Zaki walked slowly behind him. It just so happens that it's time to change into a wedding costume again, so there will be no excitement like before that that must be seen by others again.
"Mba, take this shirt off. I'm going to go back for a minute." Dara asked the assistant MUA who was ready in the bridal room to help her take off the Javanese costume.
"Heart, baby. Slow down," said Zaki warned because he did not want Dara to get hurt because of the rush.
Moreover, the decoration of the clothes was very much and some looked sharp because they were made of brass.
Dara nodded and tried to be more careful as MUA assistants opened one by one the decorations on her head. While Zaki himself undressed himself and left a white T-shirt on his body with a holster that he found in the room because Zaki did not bring pants to copy.
"Mas, have you?" asked Dara who looked impatient to meet Elis.
Zaki nodded and hurriedly followed Dara's steps towards the garage.
"Wild! Let the woman die! He has already dared to hinder me to meet Dara the child did not know himself. Huh! He deserves!" mom Maryam's voice began to sound loud as Dara and Zaki moved closer to the garage. There was a small room like a room that seemed to be used by the bodyguards earlier to lock up Miss Maryam. But unfortunately they did not keep watch all, only one person who at the time of the incident apparently was in the bathroom.
"Basin gi la's woman?" sumpat Pak Jatmika while accusing Miss Maryam who is now in the grip of Halim and a bodyguard who had gone to the bathroom.
"Where's Elis, sir?" cecar Dara when he didn't find Elis there. His eyes looked back and forth looking for Elis, but the cute girl was not there.
"Had been taken to the hospital just now, this crazy woman hit him with pliers until his head leaked." Ms. Ambar represented Mr. Jatmika to answer.
Dara gasped and covered her mouth with her hands, her tears slowly making their way to the river worrying about the condition of the sweet girl who had always been loyal to her work.
"The girl deserved it, her own fault she blocked the way for me to pass." Ms. Maryam snorted without any guilt at all, even her hands folded on her chest as if she had done nothing wrong.
"And you? What are you guys doing here huh? Why did you let me do that to Elis, huh? Are you blind?" amuk Dara to Indi and Fatan who were bowed quietly in the corner of the room, did not dare to lift his face at all.
"God! You have no right to accuse my son!" sergeant Miss Maryam beaver.
Dara brushed off Bu Maryam's hand, which blocked her hand, and with the same hand she accused Miss Maryam without remembering who she was.
"If he's your son! Then the girl you've hurt is my sister! He's a good brother and a thousand times better to be considered a brother than a mortal like you!"
"Oh, so you want that now? Okay, you said yes yourself. Don't be sorry for not thinking we're brothers, don't forget who's already ...."
"What's? What else do you want to bring, Mom? Is it still appropriate for a woman like you to call mom? You deserve to be in jail after what you did to my sister. Look, I'm not gonna let you get away with it, ma'am." Dara threatened Miss Maryam with reddened eyes holding back the anger.
Indeed, Dara was not sincere at all Miss Maryam hurt Elis who had always helped her and supported her, unlike her and her son who even stabbed Dara from behind.
"So you want to report me to the police? Screeched! That's how the rich man, what will be immediately brought to the legal path of mentang mentang have money. No matter if the money he got from selling the rights of others," mocked Ms. Maryam as if not afraid at all even though now her heart feels stiff.
Dara's hands clenched tightly, her teeth fluttering to hold back the anger that felt ready to erupt in her crown at this time.
"You-you ...." Dara raised her index finger which seemed to shake pointing at Miss Maryam.
"What's? Is that really what I said?" Miss Maryam grinned.
"It's you who made me forget that you're my mother, Mom. Behold, after this be prepared to languish in prison for wounding Elis and admitting a treasure that is not yours as yours, without proof!"
No one held back or interrupted Dara, they all kept quiet and just listened. They were all just as furious at Ms. Maryam who seemed to feel no guilt for making a mess at someone else's important event.
But amid the tension, Indi suddenly dropped himself right in front of Dara's feet and pleaded.
"Sir, please forgive me, don't jail mom, ma'am. Remember she's our mother," isak Indi tried to melt Dara's heart.
But Dara flinching without even a glance at Indi, although now Indi hugged his legs tightly while crying.
"The Word! What the fuck are you! It's inappropriate for you to beg this selfless woman like that!" amuk Bu Maryam while trying to keep Indi's body from Dara's legs.
But Indi even brushed off Bu Maryam's hand with a slight jerk of Miss Maryam's body until staggered backwards.
"Already, Mom! Mother also actually knows that in fact all the legacy of the father is indeed the property of Mbak Dara? Why did you even have the courage to admit it? You want to be in jail?"
"The Word! What are you talking about! Don't make it up to you, it's our treasure! Not this woman's!" Miss Maryam screamed like fidelity while pulling the body of the pregnant Indian. Indi grimaced while holding his stomach that felt pain due to the pull of his mother's hands that were too tight, finally he stepped and released Dara's legs and then retreated to near his mother .
"Stop talking like that, Mom. That father's treasure is not ours! It belongs to Mbak Dara because Pak Jatmika has bought all the land and gardens since entrust Mbak Dara to the father, Mom. What I forgot was that my mother was very sick and it cost a lot, that's also why I had to sell all her gardens to Mr. Jatmika, Bu. For the treatment of the mother first! Even Mr. Jatmika kindly exaggerates the purchase money for the cost of Mbak Dara and Indi in order to be able to go to high school. Mr. Jatmika also sends money every month for Mbak Dara, but instead I take everything for the sake of being able to join the socialite charity, right? Honestly, Mom. Indi is tired in the steering wheel and continues like mother! Indi's tired, Mom! You have a mother like you!" Indi screamed while crying.
Fatan approached him and hugged his wife's frail body in front of Dara, but his eyes did not want to meet Dara at all. Shame still dominates the heart of Fatan until now if you remember his treatment first to his ex-wife.
"The Word! What are you talking about, huh?" ma'am screams with eyes staring in fear at Dara and her family.
All eyes looked sharply at Miss Maryam, no proclamation. All of this was enough to drag him to the green table.
"Is everything Indi said true, Mom?" hiss Dara growled.