TABIR (The Actor Turns Out to be My Brother)
CHAPTERS 137. INDI CONDITION
We leave for a moment the happiness of Halim and Laila who are still new spells and also Zaki - Dara who is enjoying her pregnancy.
We shifted for a moment to look at the lives of Indi, Fatan and Bu Maryam who were almost forgotten because of the author of this mageran.
The Fatan village.
"Mas, the token is up you please buy it." Indi slowly approached Fatan who now seemed to be busy with his phone.
His stomach is bulging because it has entered the seventh month to pregnancy makes Indi more difficult to move.
"Mas no money" said Fatan short, solid and clear.
Indi sighed heavily, not the first time since returning from Mr. Jatmika's house a few months ago, Fatan's nature even became colder to him. Especially since the difficulty of getting a job in the village makes Fatan not infrequently become cranky, and even never to return home.
"How do we do, Mas? The rice in the kitchen was also almost depleted, not to mention the others. For our prospective children who will soon be born also we do not have any preparation, Mas." Indi began to complain of removing all the claws in his head, his hands moved slowly stroking the stomach that now felt in a soft kick from inside it.
Fatan snorted, put his phone on the table and looked at Indi with his sharp gaze.
"Keep what you want?" grunts.
Indi lowered his head not daring to look at the face of Fatan who seemed to start that emotion.
"A-I, I .. just want you to work, Mas. So that our needs can be met, will be until when you just stay at home and expect money from mother."
Yes, since back Fatan did not get a job again. The business that was originally going to be pioneered in the village ended up bankrupt because of the absence of skills in Fatan. Until finally it was the old Miss Maryam who had to intervene to become a washing worker rubbed in the homes of the neighbors who were busy with their gardens and fields and did not have time to do it, he said, it also only gets a small salary and is often used up for their daily living needs.
"What work, Indi? You will see for yourself in this village there is nothing you can do. Everyone works their own fields and fields, no one needs help. So what should we do? Must how? You just complain! Try the example of Dara! She is independent, has a business and does not solely rely on money from her husband!" snapped Fatan even angry and left Indi alone on the front porch of the house.
Choosing to go into the house and return to lie on the mattress room, without thinking about Indi's speech or the condition of the house next. All he left to the in-laws who now have to die fighting alone.
"Bodo very much, males I thought of him. My people usually work office even in order to make rice fields, yes ogah I." Fatan mengedumel himself in his room and back again busy with his phone, see the unimportant videos that pass on the homepage of his black application.
Indi was still sitting on the terrace, contemplating the fate that no longer seemed to side with him. Losing people's trust since it was discovered that he was an actor in his own brother's household, losing his education because he was too fascinated by the beauty of his affair with Fatan first, he was, losing the life he wanted for choosing Fatan over Zaki was clearly more everything than Fatan had ever been. And now all that is actually owned by Dara as Zaki's wife.
Indi breathed a long breath, a sense of tightness filled his mind, but what could he do? Refusing unfortunate was not able to do it, other than accept and live the destiny that has been chosen by himself.
When he was busy daydreaming, it appeared that Miss Maryam had just returned from a neighbor's house, her clothes looked partially wet probably because of the laundry water. Miss Maryam walked in a row so that she could get home soon.
"Assalamu'alaikum," he said sounding tired, then just rushed up to the terrace and sat there.
"Wa'alaikumsalam, tired huh, ma'am?" indi asked as she moved to move the seat near her mother and began massaging her nape.
"Morocco, in. Well, the name is also rough work, where some are not tired. Working in front of a laptop is tired, right?" said Miss Maryam tried to smile even though her breath seemed to sting.
"Which one, in?" asked Miss Maryam after a while of silence.
"She, Mom. Inside," said Indi with a bad feeling, because because Fatan is not working now his mother who has to bear the burden of their life alone, because, because she was pregnant and could not work.
"Not working yet?" asked Miss Maryam again, sounded very slow and careful maybe because she did not want to offend the princess who was pregnant.
Indi shook his head slowly.
"Not yet, ma'am."
Miss Maryam can only sigh heavily, her heart actually melos somehow again how to resuscitate the daughter-in-law who was too tired to be unemployed.
"When the rice fields and fields of his parents are at the end of the village there, why not try to work in order to produce?" chirps Miss Maryam.
Suddenly Indi's eyes rounded to hear it, because the news was only known to him now.
"Well, Mom? Didn't Mas Fatan say all the relics of his parents have been sold?"
Miss Maryam shook her head.
"No, in. Paddy fields and fields that are still there, mother also just found out in Bu Sukri's informations earlier. At first I was surprised to hear it too, because Fatan never told me, right?"
Indi was stunned, his heart rumbled to hear his mother's confession.
"For what did Mas Fatan hide it all from us, Mom? Isn't it even good that he still has a legacy? So should our lives not be so hard?" luh Indi disappointed.
"Come, try later you ask nicely with Fatan. But try not to get angry, so he'll be honest." Ms. Maryam got up to go into the house, to clean her body that had felt sticky because it had been a scrubbing labor since morning.
After Miss Maryam, Indi again stuck in her place staring blankly at the street in front of her that was wet by the rain this morning.
"Eh, is there another actor daydreaming? Living the fate of life, huh?" ledek diamond, the son of Pak Sukri and Bu Sukri who from the beginning was very unhappy with Indi.
Indi turned his head quickly and stared back at the beautiful girl with long unraveled hair.
"See what you said, Intan! Still, that girl likes to insult people! It's just fine until now not doing it!" hardik Indi beaver.
Intan seems unaffected, even with a wooden step he walked closer to the fence of the house and leaned there like a model.
"Well, how is it? His name is what I want so my husband is still your husband. That's why you let go of Mas Fatan, or else let him have another wife, which is me."