TABIR (The Actor Turns Out to be My Brother)
CHAPTER 13. GROW FLAVOR

"What's the first, sir?" ask one of the cafe employees who accidentally saw Zaki watching Indi from behind the wall.

Zaki was shocked and excited.

"Ah, uh hmmm .. no, no. What are you doing here yourself? Keep looking after whose cashier?" ask Zaki to the cashier, Sita his name. The petite and veiled beautiful girl who was secretly putting some sense into him.

"Hehe, kebelet sir. That's why I'm going to the back, excuse me, sir. Sorry I rushed this," Sita said as she passed by Zaki and walked straight to the kitchen toilet.

Zaki breathed a sigh of relief, then casually sauntered towards the outside of the cafe. Want to check his apartment that has been left empty for a few days, because he returned to the housing that was also new in his purchase.

In kitchen.

"Cih, the new kid's just a sok kecakepan." Sita insinuated Indi with a loud voice, deliberately so that Indi heard her voice.

Indi who heard not to stay still, leaving his work he stepped closer to Sita who was standing in front of the toilet door.

"What do you mean?" cynical Indi who has a higher body than Sita.

Sita even had to look up to be able to return Indi's cynical gaze.

"In addition to the super-sok kecakepan it turns out you are quite oon as well," Sita again said.

Indi rolled his eyes lazy, trying not to be provoked even though his chest was rumbling full of anger.

"Please don't go around in circles, obviously what you want, Senior!" indi firmly crossed his arms in the chest, not one bit afraid of the old employee who served as the mattress.

Sita was angry, with Indi's face pointed she began to growl.

"Far away from Mr. Zaki! She's my boyfriend-to-be, I'm the only one who can hold her. Understand you?"

Indi rebuked disdainfully, Sita's sharp gaze did not shrink her guts at all.

The chefs who were making the order looked indifferent, completely uninterested in their feud.

"Who are you to deny me, hm? The boss here isn't you, is he? Even though you are senior but that does not mean your authority has come that far," press Indi while looking down on Sita's face.

"Basic prostitution*r!" maki Sita does not accept.

Plaques

Sita fell down in front of the toilet door, holding her cheek which felt hot because of the slap Indi quite hard.

"So, your dirty mouth! You should look before you start judging others. And as for Zaki's business, it's up to you to assume what he is. I don't care, and one that you should remember well in your little brain! Zaki and I have nothing to do, don't be so demeaning as you were." Indi passed from in front of Sita, took her bag and came out of the cafe.

Some chefs seemed to laugh at Sita clandestinely, making Sita embarrassed and annoyed by it.

With a stomp of his feet, Sita returned to the cashier's table.

"Review you, Indi! Wait for my vengeance!" his hiss while staring intently at Indi who left with his motorbike.

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The Dara house.

"Assalamu'alaikum, Mommy?" Dara called Fatan in his office.

"Wa'alaikumsalam, what's my heavenly angel?" soft Fatan sahut.

Dara blushed while fixing her wide hijab with the position of the phone on the dressing table.

"Mas can go home? Today's work isn't until late afternoon, is it?" dara asked as she swept the thin lisptik to her lips.

"Can it be, what's the matter, dear? Not usually,"

Finished with the ritual Dara grabbed the phone and walked slowly to the bed, then sat there.

"I'm going to the compound, the kids haven't come home yet. That's why I called Mas,"

Fatan answered softly.

"Ooh so, well my dear. I'm going home now, will anyone be tipped?"

Dara seemed to think for a moment while tapping her chin with her index finger.

"Whoever my queen, another half an hour. Wait yes," said Fatan while hanging up the phone.

Dara smiled happily, unceasingly grateful because it was awarded the husband as understanding Fatan. Never once did Fatan go home without bringing his hands to him and the children even though it was just a cheap roadside snack he met.

"May our relationship always be protected by You, O God," Dara prayed expectantly.

As promised, thirty minutes later the car driven by Fatan had entered the garage of the house.

Dara runs to Deon's door and welcomes her husband, who still looks handsome despite his disheveled clothes.

"Alhamdulillah, I've been there." Dara kissed Fatan's hand and as usual Fatan would kiss his wife's head affectionately. What a home everyone dreams of.

"Alhamdulillah, Mas can get home safely. All must be thanks to your prayers, dear," replied Fatan softly.

Never once during their marriage did Fatan speak loudly or raise his voice to Dara and her children. What a perfect husband definition of all women's dreams.

"You want to go straight away or you want to eat the hammer first, honey? Mumpung is still this angel," bargained Fatan while opening the martabak package.

It's true, the still steaming martabak looked really tantalizing. Dara quickly sat down next to her husband and took a piece of martabak.

"That's amazing!" Dara gave her thumbs up, then looked at the circular clock in her hands.

"Mas, sorry. I think I should leave now, it's too late, like," said Dara while taking her handbag on the table.

"You want anther?"

"No need, Mas. Deket only behind here, I walk yes Mas while blushing my eyes. I have not been around the complex for a long time, because" said Dara while walking out of the house.

Fatan nodded resignedly and let his wife go on her own as she wished.

Before long, the roar of a motorcycle entered the garage. Fatan frowned and looked at his watch.

"Assalamu'alaikum" Indi said as he entered the house.

Fatan was more astonished when he saw Indi walking with limp legs, and blood seeped in his calf which was only covered in body fitting leggings with a knee-length tunic top.

"Wa'alaikumsalam, you why In?" tanya Fatan while rushing to help memapah Indi sitting on the chair.

"Aww, awww aching Mas," hiss Indi grimaced withstands the pain in her legs.

"Why is it bloody?" fatan asked worriedly as he reached down the table and grabbed a p3k box.

"So pas Indi again buy cilok on the side of the road Indi in a motorbike stamp, Mas. The man fled, but the apes Indi even went into the gutter. My feet are bleeding, my clothes were wet in the same ketawain mamang ciloknya, fortunately still in help," Indi's murmur was upset when remembering the existence earlier.

"So this is your shirt wet all dong, is it not cold? Want to change clothes first?" fatan.

Indi shook his head weakly.

"Later on, Mas. Oh yeah, where's Dara?"

"Should you go to the school, he said, you yourself instead of going to lunch? Why go home?"

Indi mangosteen at a glance.

"The intention is to go to college, just because this is the mood so messy yes mending home. Are you home at this hour?" wonder Indi pula.

"Tomorrow weekend, so today can go home spit. Yes, where are your feet, let it be taken first. Later infection again," said Fatan while taking cotton and betadine.

Indi raised his side of the foot, and deftly Fatan immediately placed Indi's foot on his lap. Lifting the leggings he wore until the blisters began to be seen.

There was not the slightest awkwardness on Fatan's face, but different from Indi whose face began to meet red and his heart was racing. Moreover, realize the state of the house is silent sign the twins have not returned and they are just alone at home.

"Ah, peri Mas. Slowly, "indi's thesis restrains pain. Even accidentally his hand held the movement of Fatan's hand that was giving betadine in his wound.

Their hands touched, as soon as the gazes of the eyes began to lock on to each other. Indi's heart beat faster, as well as Fatan who inexplicably even swept in the gaze of his sister-in-law's love. The demons began to whisper in their ears, making the previously ordinary ones start to look beautiful and attractive in the sight of Fatan.

Her wet clothes and hijab make Indi now look so sexy in her eyes, but before this she had never felt other than with her wife. Slowly but surely the head of Indi began to approach towards Fatan, no sound or rejection. Getting closer and finally the two lips meet, in the wrong taste and condition.

"I like you, Mom."Indi whispered in Fatan's ear.