TABIR (The Actor Turns Out to be My Brother)
CHAPTERS 112. MS. HANA'S COMING.
Tok
Tok
Tok
Tok
Tok
Tok!!!
Pile
Pile
Bruukks
Bruakkkhhh!
"Astaghfirullah, earthquake, vane, begal, corruptor!" halim shouted furthest from his bed when he heard the door of his house in the gedor in such a way.
Halim rubbed his eyes, glancing at the window that displayed the atmosphere outside the house that was still dark.
"Huh, three o'clock in the morning? Who the hell is that? Gedor door no morals! If the time is all the door gedor anyway? Don't don't pigs spit up?" muttered Halim.
Pork!
Pork!
Gedubrakk!"
The bedding instead of subsiding was getting stronger, with Halim hastily coming down from the bed still wrapped in sarong and bare chest.
"Hadoh, can run out of my furniture if it's in the smackdown on the pig!" agitatedly.
"HALLIMMMMMMM!"
Halim stopped in place, her body stiffening with her heart beating rapidly.
"Buset, it turns out that comes more serem than the puff of a pig squash." Halim was holding on to the wall so that her body would not look at her.
"Who do you mean pigs? Not in this door also do not mistake mother if your house is naked!" shouted Bu Hana who did not know what the sahur hour meant and even visited his own son's house, even though Halim was the son of people.
Halim was shocked again.
"Eh bushel! Crazy old man can be horrified crazy! That door is soundproof," lamented Halim.
"Ooh wayward turns out, okay just look don't blame mom if your house is later that stands just this door just stay yes," mencam Bu Hana really because it has not been able to bite mosquitoes and gnats since.
The bottom of the ungodly child, his own mother's time in the morning alone outside the dawn of dawn like this.
Quickly Halim went to the door and turned the key, before the house he bought with Pak Jatmika's money was flattened with the ground because of the excitement of his mother.
Chequelek
"Absolutely, nyaii!" yelling Halim while kneeling in front of the mother who came just wearing a long negligee and pasmina that was just thrown in her head.
"Heh, Salim first met the old man. Your habits are!" Ms. Hana reached out her hand and reverently Halim kissed her like a slang.
"You're careful, I'm coming in. What's cold outside?" nagging Bu Hana again while pushing Halim with her feet and stepping inside just like that.
Halim got up and closed the door and followed her mother's steps.
"Why do you think the clock is coming here? Usually never either, he said Halim's house must be like an anaconda's nest." Halim scratched his nape expels the drowsiness that is still attacking.
Miss Hana turned around, and
Cterr
A mosquito racket hit Halim's lips successfully, so let alone the drowsiness of guilt in the hearts of his neighbors also disappeared so surprised.
"Astaghfiullah! Mom, this is Mom's mouth. Just play stun!" halim protested while holding her lips that felt like Jontor.
"Geez, dirty from where the hell, my mom baby?" Halim passed to the refrigerator and took an ice cube to relieve the pain in her lips that were stunted by Bu Hana earlier.
"Well, everyone says our mother's house is like anakonda's nest, you say your house is like a pig's pond." Bu Hana tried to defend himself but instead dropped Halim's mentality.
Halim pouted and chose to stay away, leaving her mother to return to the room, free against the mother will not be a word win there even more there later the language.
"Heh, where are you going?" sela Bu Hana while looking at Halim sharply.
Halim turned with ogah ogahan.
"To the room, Mom. Halim's still sleepy."
"Where do you sleep?"
"Well, it's in the room too, Mom." Halim scratched her head in annoyance.
"Which room? You think this psychic mom can tell the ins and outs of your house like this dragon pit?"
Well, it's another language. Halim snorted in annoyance and took her mother's bag and took it to a room right next to the room she was in.
"That's a room for mom, Halim came in first, Mom sleepy." Halim turned around and went inside her room. Closing the door quickly without caring for his mother's occasional babble was still heard.
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Her morning.
"Remember anakonda!" exclaims Bu Hana while banging on the door of Halim's room which until 9 am has not been opened, I don't know what the residents are doing in there, medi kali goods.
After shouting and banging on the door for almost half a century, Halim opened the door with a face that still resembled a pillow.
"What, Mom?" his sigh while evaporating wide.
Ms. Hana flicked her hand to ward off the smell of the dragon that Halim breathed. Then squeezed the lips of his son.
"No courtesy! If you're in front of an old man, you know that your breath smells like a comberan?" nagel Bu Hana while rubbing her used hand rubbing Halim's lips earlier to the curtains in front of Halim's room door.
Halim who was still grumbling, while holding her lips that returned to being a victim passed back into the room. Then came out again while carrying a towel in his hand and just passed to the back leaving the mother who was still still fixated because it was not responded to.
Ms. Hana went into the kitchen, looking for ingredients that she could have turned into food. But in the refrigerator there are only a few eggs, instant noodles of various flavors and also a lot of cola and junk food.
"God this kid(Olda)." Ms. Hana patted her eel repeatedly.
But it is not too bad to get instant fried noodles and two eggs, enough to prop up his hungry stomach since last night. Fortunately, the rice cooker also appears to light up, meaning that there is rice in it.
"What mom cooked?" halim asked in surprise, the article last night after he tried to install the gas stove did not even want to light up, but now it looks like the stove serves as where it should be in the hands of the mother.
"Telor fried noodle cooking, let's have breakfast no one wants you to talk to." Ms. Hana put two dishes filled with fried noodles on the dining table and opened the cover of the rice cooker.
"Wait, ma'am don't be at the ma'am ...."
"Astaghfirullah Halim!" exclaimed Bu Hana when he opened the rice cooker but not the rice he found, but a packet of fried rice that had been there since when even the smell had spread to make Bu Hana nauseous.
Halim grinned the horse then closed the rice cooker quickly and pulled out the outlet.
"Udah, ma'am, don't talk about it. He said I want to talk to Halim about it, yes, Mom. Come on Mom," Halim took along while guiding Ms. Hana back to the dining table and sat her down on the chair.
Ms. Hana complied without many words, honestly she was still shocked to find all the reality in her son's house.
"What do you want to say, Mom?" halim asked heartily while feeding a spoonful of noodles to her mouth.
Ms. Hana exhaled a strong rough breath, in order to neutralize the strange rumbling in her chest either out of annoyance or annoyance with Halim's once random behavior.
"Mommy wants to meet your future wife who you said last night, so the martial arts mother came at three in the morning because you can't wait, now please take your future wife to this house as soon as possible," ma'am Hana's word is firm.
Halim swallowed the last mouthful of noodles ever cooked in her house, because it was usually always strange if she cooked by herself.
"I don't think that's necessary, Mom. His house is just ahead there really is," said Halim plain.
Bu Hana was stunned, and with a thousand steps went straight to Laila's house that Halim showed her.