TABIR (The Actor Turns Out to be My Brother)
CHAPTERS 134. WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON?
"Mom, why's mom?" halim asked when she saw her mother coming home in tears when not long ago she had just gone to Laila's house.
Ms. Hana did not heed her son's questions and immediately chose to go inside her room and lock her from the inside.
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"Mom, don't believe me, ma'am. Let's tell you what's wrong? Don't worry Halim, ma'am." Halim was still trying to persuade Ms. Hana, but she still did not budge in her room.
Covering his face with a pillow and spilling all his bumps and tears there.
"Mom, is something wrong? Same story Halim, Mom. I still think Halim's mom's son, right?"
Again, Halim was still trying to persuade her mother. But Bu Hana was still reluctant to say, until finally the sound of people from outside the house was heard. With a heavy heart Halim forced to suspend the affairs of the mother and see who is out there.
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"Excuse me" said the guest again, from his voice as if they were men and women.
"A moment" said Halim, opening the door.
And the smiles of the two men who were strangers to Halim were seen when the door opened completely.
"Who is it?" ask Halim.
"The groom-to-be, right?" said the man who was about twenty years old and had very white skin.
Halim just nodded, without any intention of making a sound. His mind is still raging with what really happened to his mother.
"We are MUA assistants who are hired by Bu Hana, to dress Mas for the Ijab qobul event later tonight." now the woman who replied, her age seemed more mature than the man, but she looked more mature, and wear a pashmina veil tied around her neck.
Halim frowned at their answer, then she slowly observed the atmosphere outside, still bright.
"But it's still daytime?" halim protest that felt the show was still long, because the sun seemed to still shine it.
"Yes, Mas. We have to be quick because we have to decorate Mas's mother as well, now also the bride-to-be has also started in makeup really." the woman again replied.
Halim took a breath, and in the end allowed them to enter before at the omeli of her absurd neighbor who did not even leave the house when there would be an event like this.
"So soon, I'll call my mother first." Halim went to her mother's room again.
"Yes, Mas.".
Halim walked slowly, her mind was erratic when she got to the front door of her mother's room. The ears were placed on the door of the room, hoping to hear the mother's voice from inside.
But no, no sound was heard. Halim finally gave up and chose to knock on her mother's bedroom door.
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"Mom, the makeup artist has arrived. Didn't mom want to come out yet? Let's go out for a second, Mom. They were waiting" said Halim, hoping that this time her mother would be willing to open the door.
As expected, finally Bu Hana came out. But the concern of Halim is the face of the mother who looks puffy and flushed once. However, Ms. Hana seemed to still force her smile in front of Halim.
"Mom why, mom? Why is mom crying?" halim asked softly, so that people who were in the living room could not hear it.
Ms. Hana just shook her head slowly.
"Mother is not papa, just because you're about to get married."
Bu Hana's voice sounded very hoarse, probably because she had been crying since. Halim knows that, but it seems like this is not the right time to discuss the matter.
"Yes already, but later if you already want to tell me the same thing, Mom. Halim must help mom as much as she can." Halim held both of her mother's shoulders while staring at her net inside.
Ms. Hana rubbed the rest of the tear marks on her face and smiled in knots even though it looked bland in Halim's eyes.
"Well, of course, son. Now let's get ready, it's your wedding lest we don't look perfect."
Halim nodded obediently, at least now his heart began to be relieved because it had seen his mother back cheerful, at least until later the mother was ready to tell her grievances to Halim again. And Halim hopes that's not too serious.
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Somewhere else.
"Honey, if still limp in the house just yes. The twins let Mas take it, so you can rest." Zaki still seemed to try to persuade his now sullen wife.
"No, Mas. Dara is not papa, just limp a little while later there can sit alone. The important thing is to see the event of the ijab qobulnya Halim the same Laila," said Dara did not want to know.
Even now Dara turned her back to Zaki while folding her hands on her chest. His thin lips were conical up to five meters away. -- this was joking --
"Style up, baby ...."
"Heuheu .. dedek baby, look at that Papa you when we can not come to the show oom Halim. We'll eat rendang too, honey. Eating ice cream, fruit salad, young coconut ice, right. Time can not, patience yes, son papa does not love us anymore," isak Dara began to launch his flagship style, his mainstay, that is especially if not talking to the baby who is now almost three months in the womb.
Zaki patted his eel, the article every time he wanted something Dara would always act like that so that his will was followed. Otherwise he would have crammed all day and locked himself in the room without even going out. Then he would order a lot of fast food for her to eat alone in her room until Zaki complied.
"Hey, let's go. What are you guys doing from earlier? Why aren't you ready?" said Bu Ambar who was neat with a beautiful robe with a bustle on his chest.
Make it look glamorous but still elegant.
"Rame his shirt, Bun." Zaki.
Ms. Ambar is thieving.
"Yes, once no papa, Zaki. Mother's beer also looks like it's still young. Let's go you guys are ready, why sit back anyway. The show will be hunted at the beginning," said Bu Ambar again while swinging his hand to make Zaki and Dara hurry.
But Dara is even more throbbing.
"Mas Zaki can't let Dara come, Mother," he told Ambar.
"Well, why, Zaki? Don't be like you, Dara is pregnant again don't dare you play crazy behind her huh!" Bu Ambar pointed at Zaki's face with an angry expression.
Zaki scratched his nape slowly.
"That's not what it means, Mother. Zaki is not ngizinin because Dara still likes to limp, fear later there nyium many smells of mixed odor even so nauseous, bother again. Not because of what it means, no."
But Dara clucked instead, turning her body to face Zaki and staring at her net sharply.
"Why not tell me that you don't want me to come along because you want to meet your ex, Mas?" jak Dara looked angry.
"What's? So that means you can't let Dara come with Zaki? You brat!" Ms. Ambar raised her hand ready to lay down on Zaki's body.