TABIR (The Actor Turns Out to be My Brother)
CHAPTER 133. ANXIETY LAILA.
One week passed quickly, a magnificent pilgrimage tent had been installed nicely in front of Laila's house. Complete with a stage of entertainment and pelaminan neatly arranged and beautiful. With the green color of Sage and white that adorn as desired Laila the other day.
"Boss, once again .. I thank you very much for all this," said Halim who was sitting together on the porch of his house staring at the magnificent tent on the other side that was installed decorative lights by the wedding organizer workers who rented Mr. Jatmika.
"This is not how much your devotion compares to me." Mr. Jatmika said with a smile on his face, his eyes sparkled as if he was happy with the marriage of his assistant that will be carried out tonight.
Halim lowered her head, her sudden happiness re-emerging in her inner recesses. Until he grabbed Mr. Jatmika's hand and kissed him deeply.
"I'm really grateful, boss. If I had a father, I'd love a boss-like father."
Mr. Jatmika patted Halim's head affectionately.
"What are you, hm? Am I not enough to be your father? You know, your mother will not want to marry until anytime," said Mr. Jatmika chuckled.
Halim lifted her face and laughed, wiping away the trace of tears from the side of her cheeks.
"Hey, who says I don't want to get married anytime?" chirps Bu Hana who has been in the door since when she was in front of the door while shaking her waist.
Mr. Jatmika scratched his head wrongly, while Halim even more chuckled.
"Don't you say you don't want to get married?" she is still with her face.
Ms. Hana is thieving.
"Huh, yes if you want to be the same mother is rich, tajir twists, the money is no serinya, continue to be loving? Who can resist?"
Mr. Jatmika glared at his eyes, but deliberately threw away his face so that no one saw the change in his facial expression.
"Haha, unfortunately that's just a mother's child, right, Mom? And now it's sold out again." Halim laughed again.
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Ms. Hana slapped Halim's cheek with a thick book she carried, then gushed to wear her sandals without caring about the whining of the child.
"Oh, mother. What a habit, torturing his own son? Who wants to be the same mom if the bar is so, Mom ... Ma'am," said Halim grunt while rubbing his cheek that felt hot and sore.
"Bodoamat, so don't be a child! Come on, I'm gonna go to the house of the future mother-in-law, see what else." Ms. Hana breezed and went straight to Laila's house which is currently crowded with neighbors who help prepare for the reception tomorrow and qobul Ijab tonight.
Halim was still grumbling, and getting more and more upset as Mr. Jatmika looked at him and laughed out loud.
"Hahaha, doang gede muscles are just as emaciated," he laughed wide.
Halim.
"The boss is the same, he's gone home! I'm going to do ijab qobul!"
Halim got up and entered his house and did not forget to close the door tightly. Leaving Mr. Jatmika who is still not finished with his laughter on the terrace.
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"Neng, what else?" asked Bu Hana when looking into Laila's room that has been decorated like the bridal room, and found her prospective daughter-in-law sitting down in front of the dressing table.
Ms. Hana approached and sat down beside the bed.
"Well, how are you crying again? Why, Neng?" tanya Bu Hana rubbed Laila's shoulder with a loving gaze, Neng's call deliberately he pinned to the prospective daughter-in-law, to sound more familiar.
Laila shook her head slowly and returned to reviewing the smile.
"Laila's not papa, ma'am. Just look at Mama's picture with Papa again," said Laila while showing a piece of a picture of her parents to Bu Hana.
Ms. Hana received the photo and watched the faces of the people in the photo carefully. And a moment later his eyes seemed wide.
"So .. they're parents, ah I mean mother ... your deceased parents?" asked Bu Hana with a voice that inexplicably sounded vibrating.
Laila nodded.
"Yes, Mom. That's Papa and Mama Laila, unfortunately they've come home first because of the accident many years ago," said Laila as it is.
Ms. Hana looked misbehaved, she quickly returned the photo to Laila's hands and got up.
"Where are you going?" ask Laila wonder.
"Ah, I want .. I want to go home for a while, I want to see Halim." Ms. Hana answered briefly and without a word again straight out of Laila's room and headed home.
Laila was still stunned to see the departure of her future mother-in-law, but not usually Bu Hana will return from her home in a short time. Because their conversation always continued Bu Hana even more often spend time with Laila later this. So when Ms. Hana acted a little differently, Laila became anxious for no reason.
"Oh Allah, may not be a bad sign" he sis Laila scanned her father's face in the mirror, a face so similar to his mother that it bore very little resemblance to his father.
"Sir," called Elis as she stepped into Laila's bridal room.
"Why, Lis? Which twins?" laila asked without taking her eyes off the mirror, because from there she could see the anxious expression of the cousin's sister.
"Bu Hana why, Ma'am. Just papasan with Elis in front, but he was not focused and continued to walk until not negur or anything else. What's the matter?" elis asked Laila to turn to him.
"What's the , Lis? Mommy so?"
Elis nodded.
"What's up, Ma'am. It's like Bu Hana's new from here, right? Continued earlier Elis accidentally saw Bu Hana kayak nangis," said Elis again, further strengthening the anxiety in Laila's heart.
Laila turned back, squeezing her fingers because of the intense anxiety.
"Sir El! Fatur wants cake" exclaimed Fatur from outside Laila's room, the two twin boys were indeed invited by Elis to his house because Dara is currently going with Zaki to buy household needs as well as gifts for the wedding of Laila and Halim.
Keeping the curiosity in his heart Elis was forced to step out, leaving Laila with her grief alone there. Although many questions in his heart, but Elis felt that it had not become his realm.
"Give thy guidance, O Lord. What is this, do not let this be a sign of a big problem that will make the marriage of the servant and Mas Halim become void," Laila prayed expectantly, while looking back at the reflection of her restless face in the mirror.
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