TABIR (The Actor Turns Out to be My Brother)
CHAPTERS 141. JODOHKAN.
Prorgasm
"What's Indi?" asked Miss Maryam while walking in a row towards where Indi was.
Indi tried to crouch down to clean the broken plate that just separated from his hand. But because his mind was not calm the shard even hurt his hand.
"Aww, ah perih," he hissed while blowing his now bloody finger.
"What's wrong with you, son? Oh my God, your hands are bleeding!" exclaimed Miss Maryam was shocked and rushed to the closet to pick up the plaster that happened to still be left there.
Ms. Maryam blew Indi's wound, cleaned it with a wet cloth and then covered it with plaster because they had no wound cleaning fluid.
Maryam looked heavy.
"What's wrong with you, son? How did the plate fall?" asked Miss Maryam while taking over the shard from Indi's other hand and cleaning it. Indi has moved back to the chair.
"Dark, Mom." Indi replied that, indeed, the condition of their house is currently dark, even though there is lighting from a candle that Bu Maryam bought earlier, but in no way makes the room brighter even more impressed gloomy and haunted.
"Well, how do you cry? It hurts, does it hurt?" Miss Maryam who just returned from throwing the broken plate touched Indi's shoulder, her anxious eyes could not be seen by Indi because of the dim atmosphere.
"Yes, Mom. Perih," Isak Indi, but actually not only the pain in his finger that he felt but also the pain in his heart that he could not explain.
Miss Maryam grabbed Indi's hand, then blew it away for a while. But Indi's cry instead of subsiding was even more disturbing, making Miss Maryam confused.
"Hide, Indi what's wrong, son? Same story mom." Miss Maryam rubbed the princess's shoulder.
"The mind doesn't know, Mom. But the taste of Indi's heart is not good from earlier, so the innate will cry," explained Indi conveyed what he felt.
"That's also because you're falling off a plate?" search Miss Maryam.
Indi nodded in confirming.
"Yes, Mom. Indi remembered Mas Fatan, Indi's feeling was not good and the plate even fell," he explained again.
Miss Maryam sighed, her feelings had been bad since then but she did not say anything to the child because she did not want Indi to worry. But it turns out that unpleasant feeling is now also felt by Indi.
"Where do you think Mas Fatan is going now, Mom?" tanya Indi is still with her soft talk.
Maryam could only shake her head.
" I don't know, he could be anywhere you would know for yourself how your husband," said Ms. Maryam heartily.
Indi wiped his tears with the end of his shabby clothes, clothes that somehow had faded the color even though the nightgown was one of Zaki's besties to him first and bought it in a famous boutique. It may be because the water quality is not good in the village that makes the clothes so quickly bad .
"Yes, don't think too much. Now that we're eating, you must be hungry, right?" Ms. Maryam took another plate for Indi and started filling it with hard-textured rice, which was the cheapest rice in their village.
Not to forget that Miss Maryam also put two pieces of tempe and tofu into the Indi plate, then gave it to the front of Indi.
"Thank you, Mom." Indi received the plate with a pushy look.
Miss Maryam nodded, as she looked at the contents of the plate. Even though they had never before had to eat with a side dish that was really so makeshift. Even eggs are difficult for them to buy because the price continues to soar.
Indi took a small mouthful of rice and tofu to put in his mouth. But Miss Maryam quickly held him back because she remembered something.
"Wait a minute, in."
Miss Maryam moved, looking for something in the old plastic package, bought a candle and took something from it.
"What is that, Mom?" ask Indi curious.
"Smoke, it was in the same love that had a stall. He said he was willing to expire so in love with us, pretty much there's still a week left on the date."
Indi smiled wryly as Ms. Maryam poured a little soy sauce packing two thousand blackish-white into her plate. It still smelled like soy sauce usually, but when it was sucked into his mouth the rancid smell began to slightly crackle.
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Back to Mr. Sukri's house.
"It's over, Tan?" asked Bu Sukri while looking at the kitchen, where Fatan was left alone to take care of all the dirty dishes used to eat them all.
Fatan turned around and washed his hands under the water.
"Already, Mom. I washed everything" said Fatan.
Bu Sukri approached and then looked at all the dishes and glasses as well as the bowl that had just been washed by Fatan.
His hands moved touching the surface of the plate and the mangosteen without a word. Makes Fatan's heart feel discoed for him.
'why even become a kayak again in the test to be a gini maid anyway?" moaning Fatan in the heart while looking at Bu Sukri with an inexplicable look.
"Yes already, good. Now let's go ahead, I'd like to have a serious talk with you."
Without saying any thanks at all, Bu Sukri walked ahead of Fatan to head to the living room of his house. There is already Mr. Sukri also intan who seems busy playing his phone and does not care around, exactly unstable teenagers.
"Eh, Tan. It's done, huh? Here sit first, you want to say," welcome Mr. Sukri while pointing to the chair in front of him next to Intan.
Fatan nodded, then sat down at the designated spot in confusion.
"A-what's up, sir? How important was it, until yesterday you invited me to come ?" ask Fatan who can not stem his curiosity.
Pak Sukri cleared his throat loudly while staring at Intan sharply.
Intan looks grumpy, while sighing loudly he put his phone to confession and put a jutek face on the father.
"So, Nak Fatan." Pak Sukri stopped again, making Fatan ask about the intention behind the call Nak who just pinned Pak Sukri on him earlier.
After a few breaths, Mr. Sukri resumed his words.
"What ...your garden and rice fields at the end of the village are still in your name?"
Fatan's eyes suddenly opened, in order to hear the words of Mr. Sukri just now.
"What's the matter, sir?" eddie began to suspect, though, for let no one else, not even his father-in-law and his wife, did he tell about the garden and the rice field, which he entrusted to his care to others who no one else knew.
Pak Sukri seemed to smile a little, while Bu Sukri looked at each other strangely with Intan who now changed his sitting position to be more upright.
"It's okay, I was just thinking about making Intan your wife, are you willing? It's okay even if it's only the second wife, because I only believe in you to be the father's son-in-law and mother."
Fatan glared at the words of Mr. Sukri, he thought drifting in wonder but not one answer he found to be the reason Pak Sukri match diamonds with him.