TABIR (The Actor Turns Out to be My Brother)
CHAPTERS 118. FANGS HALIM.
Since the visit to Laila's house yesterday, Ms. Hana has become like an overprotective on Halim. Various behaviors and even the way Halim dress are arranged in such a way, not to mention the way he does his hair, eats, and even wears shoes set while angry.
"You were once buying clothes that are a little sticky why the hell? The bagusan is so loh, wear a turtleneck sweater outside the suit, it is good like oppa oppa. Don't worry, what the hell is like your old boss, that bangkotan," ketus Bu Hana while wearing a plain maroon shirt belonging to Halim with a disgusted expression.
Halim frowned and immediately pulled her shirt out of her mother's hands.
"Mother what the hell? I want to work, Mom. Not want fashion week," replied Halim indifferently.
Then the gust took the comb and began to comb her hair sideways as usual. But again Bu Hana snatched the comb from her hand and went back to nagging.
"If the comb is not so mute, occasionally change your haircut like Suho, who is in the famous webtun. It's really bad," said Bu Hana again ketus.
Without wanting to hear the protest the child Bu Hana immediately grabbed Halim's hair and sat him on the dining table chair.
"What else do you want, Mom? Halim is late. I'm just an ordinary kayak, why should I be in giniin anyway?" grunt Halim while looking at her watch that was progressively moving towards the right.
Shown in his eyes how Mr. Jatmika will wait for him in the office lobby and begin to lecture him at length because it is too late even though before this has been given a long holiday.
"You're Halim, try Laila's romantic. Can you just buy her flowers or chocolates for an apology? Or at least talk romantically about her future? She's your future wife, Halim. Prospective mother of your child's child, what's wrong if you behave sweetly with her? No one is bidding?" oceh Bu Hana while continuing to style Halim's hair as he wishes.
Halim sighed softly.
"It's exactly what it wants, Mom. Only Halim sometimes confused to say what, want romantic but the mouth is no morality is even talking about unimportant things. Why is that woman so complicated?" lamented Halim instead of consciously defending himself as if the fault does not lie with him.
Czarekkk..
Ms. Hana clinched Halim's head, no matter if it will cause a bulging scar.
"It hurts, Mom!" halim exclaimed in shock while holding his throbbing head.
"Racaine! Let your brain not be short! Who said women are complicated? A man who doesn't understand, not a complicated woman! Know you?" bu Hana Garang.
Halim shrieked not daring to refute his mother.
"Yes yes, then Halim should how in order to take his heart deck Laila again, Mom? Ajarin dong, the mother who knows best as a woman," Halim's great-grandson in the end.
Ms. Hana seemed to grin with satisfaction, while rubbing her nostrils, Ms. Hana pulled back the unfinished hair of Halim at her tattoo.
"Mother's advice, buy her the things she likes the most or at least the things she needs. Well, for this later mom also tried to find out while playing to her house. Well preferably for the first step, try you from now on to pick up Laila every want to work, and multiply the chat about the future during the same time he. Don't forget before parting say romantic words like, don't forget to eat yes, don't forget to tell me later, or go home later I pick ya, so."
And in short, this is where Halim is now. In the car driving to Kindergarten with Laila in it. But the difference, the sweet teacher now put on a pouting face and not a word out of his thin lips.
"Emmm ... dek Laila," called Halim wanted to start trying to practice her mother's advice earlier.
"Hmm?" laila muttered without even taking her eyes off the window.
Halim was more confused, in his heart he had time to curse because what happened was not in accordance with the words of his mother.
"Dek Laila likes what color?" tanya Halim is not connected.
Laila turned her head with a frown, perhaps confused by Halim's behavior which seemed to be even more random.
Halim racked the brain looking for answers that were fitting.
"Emmm, this is Mas want to request later the feel of the place for our wedding party in accordance with your favorite color," said Halim proud because he managed to get a satisfactory answer -- according to him --
If normally Laila would blush, but this time not. It seems that he is also immune to the useless talk of Halim.
"White," answered Laila briefly dense and clear, but at least can make Halim relieved because apparently Laila no intention to cancel their wedding plans that will be in the next month's title.
"Did Laila's deck like gold too?" ask Halim again, getting random.
Laila snorted, but finally nodded. Which woman does not like gold.
"Alright, then later Mas will ask for the feel of the party white and gold. To be luxurious," said Halim proudly.
But not with Laila, just now when it seems Halim asked about gold that can be worn like jewelry. But apparently still discussing the issue of party decoration.
Laila feels humiliated even though indirectly and Halim seems to be unconscious, but her name is a woman who is aware of not being aware in her man if she wants to be angry. Haha
Arriving at school, Laila immediately went down even though Halim was just about to leave to open the car door for his future wife.
"Dek Laila, he'll be home ...."
"Assalamu'alaikum," after Laila walked quickly into the schoolyard, ignoring Halim, who was shouting her name from out there.
"Who, Miss Laila's teacher?" ask a young male teacher who wears a sports uniform, it seems he is also a teacher at the Kindergarten if seen from his appearance.
"Not who." Laila answered briefly then rushed to the teacher's office, ignoring Halim who was trying to catch up to her.
"Laila! Deck Laila!" yelling Halim while running small.
"Stop, the stranger is forbidden to enter the school area." the male teacher restrained Halim's movements by blocking his hand.
Halim brushed off the man's hand, her eyes staring intently at the man's teacher who now looked displeased towards him.
"And don't try to hurt Ms. Laila's teacher, or you'll be dealing with me" she said confidently.
Halim pushed the teacher's shoulders slightly, with burning eyes full of anger.
"And don't you know who I am?" grunts Halim does not accept.
The teacher shook his shoulders.
"No, and I don't care. All I know is that Master Laila is the woman I love so no one can hurt her even if she has not accepted my love for a long time" he said.
Halim took a deep breath again to hold the emotion that felt like exploding in the crown.
"So, man. Do not let you regret for choosing the wrong opponent," hissed Halim while bringing his face closer to the face of the male teacher, intimidating because he was afraid that what was already his now threatened to be seized by others.