TABIR (The Actor Turns Out to be My Brother)
CHAPTERS 109. DASTERS.
Elis has just arrived at the house in between by Zaki at Dara's request, as it is impossible to let Elis go home alone despite the close distance of their house.
After making sure Elis got home, Zaki rushed to visit Halim whose house was just adrift in front of Laila and Elis' house.
"Assalamu'alaikum," he said calmly while scanning the terrace of Halim's house is clean and neat, there are two minimalist terrace chairs in front of him and a clothes clothes clothes clothes clothes clothes clothes clothes clothes clothes with a pair of wet on it
"Wa'alaikumsalam," said someone from within.
Krieeett
The door, which seemed to have been unlubricated for a long time, rang shahdu breaking the silence that afternoon.
"Eh, Mr Zaki?" said Halim who only wore a sarong to cover under his body while his upper body he left open revealed his stomach which is not very sispek-spect actually also.
"Mas Halim, you're busy?" zaki asked as he followed Halim's steps to sit on the porch chair, enjoying the wet breeze from the splashes of neighboring water that somehow meant even sprinkling grass in the middle of the blind day.
"Well, this is it, Mr. Zaki. He said he was busy, he said he was not busy, not really," kekeh Halim ambiguous.
"Ah, Halim can do it." Zaki chuckles.
Some time they were silent, only the sound of music dangdut neighbors no morality that adorn the hot and humid atmosphere around. Adhan Zuhur began to roar, and the sound of the music of the neighbors began to mix with the voice of a woman who was nagging indistinctly before finally the sound of music was lost in the swallow of a black hole in the sky.
From where he sat, Zaki could see the terrace of Laila's house that looked empty. A simple but chic and beautiful house, with a variety of flowers and mango trees and guava in the yard adds to the impression of cool and comfortable in the house.
When he was cool to see Laila's house, it seemed that the owner of the house came out while carrying a basket and walked under the mango tree which is now very fruitful.
"Mas Halim, Mr. Zaki." Laila greeted Halim and Zaki who were also staring at her because there was no other object that could be seen.
"Yes, Miss Laila. What's that again?" sahut Zaki, while Halim just silently stared more precisely stunned at Laila who seemed to shine in the afternoon sunlight.
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Fuchsia's color gamis add to the aura of Laila's beauty - in Halim's eyes
Laila smiled gently while pointing at the top of the mango tree that can be said the kuntet, because the height of the main tree does not even exceed Laila's head.
"You pick up mangoes, sir. Mr Zaki wants to? Let me bring it for Mbak Dara also the same twins at home. Usually the twins really like this mango loh," said Laila.
Zaki's eyes seemed sparkling, and without a second thought he immediately stood up and ran towards Laila's house, precisely under his mango tree.
"You, Ma'am. Can I help you get some mango?" tawl Zaki's.
Laila nodded and gave the wicker basket to Zaki.
Halim who does not accept his future wife in the approach of other men even though he knows the man is the daughter-in-law of his boss and already has a wife, but still his name is jealous never look at feathers, right? Want it chicken feathers, goat feathers, goose feathers, sea urchins, , uh.
"Mister Laila! I want to too!" yelling Halim while running towards the courtyard of Laila's house, his run was so fast that he did not realize that he was currently only wearing a sarong and forgot to wear the interior because he had finished washing his own clothes that were wet by the spiritual flush of Dara's neighbor earlier.
"Mas Halim heart ha ...."
Gedubrakkk
Not even a chance to finish his speech, Halim has fallen down due to tripping on the holster he wears. And even more embarrassing, the holster is now sagging down to his knee.
"Mas Halim, the scabbard ..," he sis Zaki pointed to the bottom of Halim as the man stood up while holding his head that was felt as if it had hit the earth.
Laila quickly ran into the house, in addition to the shame she also had to keep her eyes from stain of sin.
Laila closed the door, Halim who was reminded of the condition of the sheath immediately turned her head down and her eyes immediately glared.
"Yyahoo, nooooo!kkkkkkkkkkk!" he cried while running in the water into his house.
Zaki laughed out loud while holding his stomach which felt convulsed.
"Ahahahahahahahahahahhahahahahahah, my gosh my stomach ache." Zaki chuckled nonstop, to invite the curiosity of Elis who was sitting relaxed while watching TV.
"Sir Zaki!" he looked up from the door that was opened a little.
Zaki turned his head, bursting into laughter that felt awkward.
"What's wrong?" contact Elis again.
Zakki shrank the tears that had dripped in the corner of his eyes because he laughed too much.
"Ah, no, Lis. That was .. hahahha, that was hahahaha ... Oh Allah is not strong," Zaki again continued his laughter that returned to whack.
Elis scratched his head in confusion, but before long Halim looked back out of his house this time with full clothes. But instead of being good at seeing, Halim even makes Zaki even worse just laugh, to ngik ngik under the mango tree.
"Why else?" halim asked, and with his pedal he walked as the army stepped towards Zaki's place.
Elis himself also held back laughter on the porch of his house, while Zaki was now up short of breath because he laughed too much.
"Astaghfirullah, Mas Halim! Who's negligee?" exclaim Elis could not take it anymore.
Halim immediately woke up and looked at the clothes she was wearing.
"Astaghfiullah! Emaaaakkkkkk! Why is the negligee in Halim's suitcase anyway?" halim exclaimed in frustration, shuffling her hair and running into the house again.
Though at any moment he screamed and was angry, his mother would not hear. Wong's mother doesn't live there.
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Meanwhile somewhere else.
"When are we here?" said Indi while rubbing his distended stomach.
Miss Maryam is upset.
"You don't know, the author forgot about us. How's the story we got out of here? This is a mother nahan ber*k from yesterday can not be out. Wong wasn't in the scene."
"The author's basis is stingy," Fatan's strictness as well, while sliding his former dinner plate with his feet.
"Mas, can't say that. Later if the author is angry we can be in brackets here until I'm the lahiran loh," advised Indi while gently stroking her husband's hand.
Fatan grunts.
"I promise you, if we can get out of here. I will santet the author. Abisnya nyebelin very, can usually only be the story of Dara the same salary attitude of the Halim aja typed mulu. I swear it's the author's big salary!"
"Amiiin, "sahut Bu Maryam and Indi sincerely.
*Nb: intermezzo only:-*