TABIR (The Actor Turns Out to be My Brother)
CHAPTERS 157. POT CHINA.
"Ah, check there ah. Manoru sir boss nyariin me," muttered Halim as he rose from his seat.
"Where are you going, Mas?" laila's soft voice startled her, quickly Halim turned around and smiled.
"You go to Mom's house for a moment, like there's Mr. boss there," said Halim as it is.
Laila smiled and nodded.
But just about to wear his sandals, a smooth, tapering hand held Halim's movements.
Laila stood nearby still with her sweet smile that made Halim diabetic every day, until she was forced to reduce her sugar consumption since marriage, the newlyweds base.
"Laila come along, Mas. Want to talk to mom," said Laila softly.
Halim nodded in agreement, then with them also crossed the road to the house previously occupied by Halim and Bu Hana but now only in Bu Hana's residence.
"God ...."
"Your crazy!"
The greeting that was just about to come out of Halim's lips was forced to be cut off, because of the sound of a loud enough clap from inside the minimalist house.
Halim and Laila looked at each other, but not a word from their lips. Instead, they focus on listening to the sounds that are heard from inside the house.
"Hana, listen first .. I don't mean so," said someone who is known by Halim as the voice of Mr. Jatmika.
Halim's forehead wrinkled, what business does the boss have with the mother to have to visit at dusk before like this. Where not to preach it first, huh Halim felt underestimated.
"There's nothing else I need to hear! Now please get out of my house, it's almost not appropriate maghrib there are guests at home when maghrib let alone we are not muhrim," resolute Bu Hana while opening wider the main door of the house that is actually already open it.
"But, Hana ...."
"I said get out of my house!" furious Bu Hana again, still not aware of the existence of Halim and Laila who are now standing under the clothes to see the romantic scene in front of him.
"But, Hana ...."
Mr. Jatmika looked out and stood face to face with Bu Hana glaring.
"But what else? Is my speech less clear? Do I need to borrow a mosque to talk to you so you can hear?" bu Hana Senewen.
Mr. Jatmika shook his hand left and right.
"No, that's not what I mean."
"Continue what? You old man stinks of soil!" as for Bu Hana who could no longer hold back her patience, it felt like she wanted to ruffle the face of the old man in front of her right now. If only the old man wasn't a rich man who could hire a lawyer like Hotman Paris, the claws might have been used to drive him out.
Halim and Laila looked at each other and closed their mouths to hold back the laughter that felt like it was about to explode. Until each cheek becomes balloon-like.
"Huh, I asked what? Why even bengong here anyway? I don't owe you, Jat. Don't make me look at the misunderstanding dong with other citizens." Ms. Hana still did not stop nagging, it felt like she wanted to kick the old man in front of her with her heel so that he would quickly drift to another planet.
Mr. Jatmika looked gasp.
"Ah, I mean that this is my given house and the name is still on my behalf. So if you want this house to be yours yes you have to accept my conditions earlier," kekeh Jatmika with a joking tone.
But Ms. Hana who was already upset was not interested at all even widened her eyes to look sharply at Mr. Jatmika.
"No! Not to me! You're home, I'm going to take a shower!" sentak Bu Hana while pushing the body of Mr. Jatmika out and closed the door rather roughly, because if too bar bar can be later the door was released for Bu Hana.
Brakkkk
Mr. Jatmika fell on the front porch floor of the house and grimaced holding his waist that felt shifted to the side.
"Ohhhh, this is the fate of the rich like me," he complained while trying to stand up even while limping and holding on to whatever was there.
But because he did not pay attention to what he used as a handle Mr. Jatmika wrongly held and made the favorite flower pot Bu Hana fell to the floor.
Braakkk
"Hadddooohhh, my waist!" the screams of Mr. Jatmika who fell for the second time, his blaring screams made Bu Hana who just grabbed a towel back out of his cave, eh means his house.
If you ask where Halim and Laila are, they are still cool watching the scene from under the clothesline while snacking on cantilevel flowers, kayaking in the cinema.
Brakkkk
The door of the house was opened again by Ms. Hana, and how shocked she was when she found Mr. Jatmika lying between the flakes of flower pots and fertilizer soil scattered.
"Oh God!" exclaims Ms. Hana with an anxious face .
Conscious Bu Hana returned with a worried face, Mr. Jatmika deliberately put on a face of pain while holding his waist which was indeed in pain, so the shape of his face was quite convincing to get a little attention. But unfortunately, when Bu Hana stepped closer and Mr. Jatmika was ready to be helped by sticking out his hand, Ms. Hana instead stepped through it and picked up her favorite daisies that had been piled up with soil and fragments of ceramic pots.
"Oh my God, dear Lilies. You're not papa, son?" exclaim Bu Hana while standing and carrying daisies that have two flower crowns into the house past Mr. Jatmika who is still lying there with a gawking face.
Brakkkk
Ms. Hana again closed the door, closing the hope of Mr. Jatmika also to get help or at least just attention from him.
"Geez, that's a daisy why is it called a lily?" muttered Mr. Jatmika while trying to get up on his own.
Brakes
The door opened again right when Mr. Jatmika had just managed to stand even with one hand holding an agonizing waist.
Halim and Laila increasingly enjoy the spectacle by taking more cantile blossoms, such as watching a tense scene in an action film.
Bu Hana's head suddenly poked out from behind the door, with a look of horror he threw a sharp look at Mr. Jatmika who was wrong.
"You!" point Bu Hana in front of the confused face of Mr. Jatmika. " Take care of it all, it's good to make a mess even want to go that way."
Mr. Jatmika gulped with great difficulty, and without a word he simply nodded his head in resignation. He has already lost this time.
"And one more!" joked Bu Hana before closing the door again.
"What?" ask Mr. Jatmika while grimacing pain.
"You replace that exact ceramic pot you broke, it's expensive tau!"
Mr. Jatmika threw a glance at the ceramic pot that is now shapeless, and again resignedly just nodded his ass.
"But you have to buy directly at the place of the craftsman, the original!" tell Miss Hana again.
"Alright, just tell me where the address is."
" China."
"What?" exclaimed Mr. Jatmika surprised.
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