TABIR (The Actor Turns Out to be My Brother)
CHAPTERS 111. PSYCHOPATHIC BOSS
"Hey, Yokes! Had enough. Would you mind making them hangers?" hardik Pak Jatmika who came out of nowhere.
The big man called Ucok immediately whined and kept his butcher knife away from the top of Fatan's body. But Fatan was not even hurt or feeling any pain, when he clearly saw the knife had touched the navel from outside the pants.
"Well, this boss is just annoying. Just starting to be exciting," snorted Ucok as he walked away.
The other bodyguards also inched away when Mr. Jatmika passed by, their heads bowed saluting Mr. Jatmika.
"Heh, give it back first it's my hape case!" nagel Pak Jatmika on Ucok, ucok turned around and gave a butcher knife which turned out only because the phone case was on the owner.
"Pelit," yelp.
"Next time don't play again, you know it's expensive?" Mr. Jatmika grumbled back.
Ucok glared and walked away, with a look of annoyed face because the party was disbanded by the boss.
"Oh yes, next time also if you want to make people Tremor do not use this way again. Boring, can you use a chainsaw or a real machete? During each mission even use my cell phone case anyway!" continued Mr. Jatmika continued his tirade.
But Ucok even pura did not hear and just continued to walk out of the garage while mengedumel himself. I don't know what dream Mr. Jatmika can have a man like Ucok, although for Ucok's loyalty is not in doubt.
Mr. Jatmika turned to Ms. Maryam and Fatan who were still lying on the table, their bodies were still shaking even though everything had passed and the meat knife used was also fake. But still it feels still shadowy to the grandchildren.
"You guys okay? Sorry we forgot you guys," said Mr. Jatmika with a regretful look that was actually made.
The grin on his lips could not hide how satisfied Mr. Jatmika saw their current condition.
"You have no heart, especially you, Jat!" mad at Miss Maryam with a trembling voice.
Mr. Jatmika laughed as he walked around them, clapping as if nothing had happened.
"You really haven't changed, Mar."
Indi fell limp onto the dusty floor, as Mr. Jatmika approached him and asked the bodyguard holding him to release his hand.
"How are you, sweet boy?" hiss Pak Jatmika in Indi's ears, sounded cold and terrible. Somehow it feels like Indi wants to run right now, but unfortunately his energy is not strong enough for that.
Mr. Jatmika stood up.
"Let them go!" his orders were directly followed by his men.
Not until one minute, Fatan, Miss Maryam and Indian have been sitting in line in front of Mr. Jatmika.
"Other than you want from us? Even we don't have clothes to change the dirty clothes on our bodies," snide Miss Maryam gasped for breath, because since then his old body was pulled by the men of Pak Jatmika.
Mr. Jatmika smiled grinning.
"What do I want? Hum, you ask me what I want? Are you senile, Maryam?".
Miss Maryam threw a glance in the other direction, her fearful face now changed in annoyance.
"I'm sorry, but I'm not playing guesswork, tell us or let you go before I'll report you to the police for taking us away for days at a time," grunts Miss Maryam defiantly.
Mr. Jatmika even laughed.
"Hahahaha, what are you saying? Report us? Did you forget who you were dealing with, hm? Do you think I forgot what happened at my son's wedding yesterday? Or ... Do you need someone to remind you of all your arrogant words?"
Ms. Maryam's face seemed tense for a moment, but then she quickly changed her expression as if unaffected.
"Then what do you want?" his challenge.
"Looks like this old granny does need reminding, you want a rough way or a subtle look, Mar?" mr. Jatmika got up and picked up a pliers from inside his trouser bag, walking slowly towards Bu Maryam.
"What are you gonna do?" hiss Miss Maryam stared fearfully at the tang.
" You should know where these pliers were before they were in my hands, right?"
Miss Maryam was speechless, unable to answer, but her body that had calmed down was now trembling again.
"This is one of the pieces of evidence that's gonna put you in jail." Mr. Jatmika leaned his body towards Ms. Maryam, the old face began to fear hearing the word prison.
Mr. Jatmika stood back up and took the map from the hands of one of his men.
"And this, this evidence will be even more concrete and will keep you in jail even longer. Maybe even, you won't have the chance to hold your granddaughter in your arms at birth, Maryam."
Indi and Fatan only fell silent, not daring to speak at all even if only to defend his mother. Ms. Maryam is starting to look desperate.
"Hows it? You want the case to continue, or ...."
.
" or what?" sambar Bu Maryam fast.
Mr. Jatmika smiled obliquely and turned to look straight at Miss Maryam.
"You apologize to my daughter, until she forgives you."
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Meanwhile, at Halim's house, who is currently on vacation, because of the leave Mr. Jatmika gave him for as long as he took care of his impromptu marriage with Laila.
The judge stood in front of the gas stove whose fire was not burning but a small pot was hanging on it. Halim walked back and forth while sticking her phone in her ear.
"Assalamualaikum, Ma!" he cried when finally the call he was waiting for was connected. Almost Halim tiptoed and poured the water in the pot into the head of her neighbor's husband.
"Wa'alaikumsalam, yes brash child." said Ms. Hana, Halim's adoptive mother. Who currently lives in an apartment in the middle of the city.
"Astaghfirullah, mother what the hell is the child himself in the sloppy child." Halim protested the mother's words.
I heard the mother snorting loudly there.
"Yes how not a brash child, you just call mom if you want to ask something or other unimportant things. Play here is rare, last play here even a suitcase mom who wants to make home the village even you bring, failed deh mother's plan to go home to take the inheritance," ketus Bu Hana.
Halim looked up, what did her mother say? Take inheritance? Then he will also get rations dong?. This is the heart of matre's son.
"Now do you want to ask what else is calling mom? How to shake the eggs again?" keep up Bu Hana cuek.
Halim looked scratchy head, but a second more five minutes later he got an idea that is not brilliant brilliant really.
"Mom, Halim has some good news."
"Hmm, what? You gave me a free gas cylinder for your boss?" kekeh Bu Hana's.
"Duh, Ma . Not that," Halim said.
"Continue what? Ask to teach you how to cook gas cylinders?"
Halim. "Kok mom can tell? Uh, that's not it, ma'am this is serious!".
"Well, I'm going to WC."
Halim rubbed the cold sweat that did not drip on her forehead but on the neck of her neighbor, and counting from one to ten thousand before finally conveying his great intentions to the mother who fell asleep there just for the sake of waiting for him to talk.
"It's about to get married, Mom!" yelled Halim inside his house, to the surprise of the neighboring birds who were napping.
"What?" exclaims Ms. Hana over there.