TABIR (The Actor Turns Out to be My Brother)
CHAPTERS 16. INCREASINGLY INTENSE
Fatan who was busy meditating while reading the writing on the bottle of carbol bathroom fragrance was surprised when the bathroom door seemed to be opened a little if it was immediately closed again.
He just remembered that he had forgotten to lock the door from the inside, fortunately no one immediately gawked in.
There was a noise outside, out of curiosity Fatan came to end his ritual and put on his towel kimono.
"What's wrong?" ask after coming out of the bathroom.
"No, my mom. Have you taken a shower?" said Dara with a sweet smile.
At the dining table looks Indi sitting with a manyun mouth and looks very upset.
"Well, I'm ready. Children shower, yes, later we are late to school," said Fatan as he passed into his room.
"Yes Papa," compact the twins said and immediately brought their empty dishes to be washed.
Dara stood up and helped the twins wash their dishes and glasses, then bathed and prepared the children for school.
"Why are you, Dek?" fatan asked after coming out of his room in a neat state.
The masculine scent emanating from Fatan's body made Indi's heart that was nearby like a war drum.
"Eh, humm is not Mas. It's nothing," said Indi clumsy.
The food on his plate that had only been stirred up since then now began to be fed into his mouth.
'mood booster really sister-in-law this one, already handsome, well, tajir again. Duh very dear has been his Mbak Dara, ' Inner Indi.
"Where is Zaki's cooperation? A year?" ask Fatan again while scooping his fried rice that has been prepared by Dara on a plate complete with half-cooked egg and chicken suiran favorite.
Indi nodded doubtfully, but finally replied as if there was nothing.
"Alhamdulillah very well, Mas. At home, yes the name of the work is nothing immediately delicious," said Indi smiling casually.
Fatan was bearded without answering, but the aura of his good looks that emanated made Indi really glare until he almost forgot that the one in front of him was his brother-in-law.
Again he tried to get the attention of Fatan, because there was no sign of Dara going back to the dining table.
Indi moved his feet under the table, stroking Fatan's instep while smiling mischievously.
"Mmmm ... Mas, thanks for the hapenya," sigh Indi began to look at meu.
Fatan stuck, the rice that had just been pressed felt stuck in the throat. Lekas Fatan drank a glass of water that Dara had poured for him and looked back at Indi with bulging eyes.
Sreet
Fatan kept his feet out of Indi's reach, pressing on his chest as he continued to be privileged.
"Astaghfirullah, astaghfirullahaladzim. Hush, hush, go you devil," sizzled Fatan with breath up and down.
Not that he was not provoked by Indi's behavior, as a normal man of course Fatan also felt a strange turmoil in him when faced with Indi who incidentally often dressed quite openly even if at home.
"Mmm, sorry In. Please don't believe me, there's Dara at home. Mas do not want him to misunderstand," said Fatan still with his head bowed.
Indi smiled cunningly.
"Oooh, so if no Ma'am Dara Mas want to?" goda Indi further, even now boldly he began to touch the hand of Fatan who was on the table.
Fatan's forehead was sweating, with a nervous look on his face.
"K .. If so, I'll go first. It's noon" Fatan said, pulling his hand from Indi's grasp and walking away.
Indi left alone at the dining table again smiled cynically.
"You can't escape me, Mas Fatan. Even if you can't have at least I should be able to feel you," he said slowly.
Satan began to control Indi's mind, I don't know what he will plan ahead.
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In the cafe courtyard, Zaki was walking back and forth while looking at his phone. His face looked annoyed but at the same time worried as well.
"Gosh, where are you from? What time is it? Why new dating?" zaki nagged when Indi had just entered the cafe courtyard with his motorbike.
Not caring about Zaki's nagging with his leisure Indi opened his helmet and wagged the pashmina hijab he wore, like a sexy motorcycle gang member.
"You don't hear me talking?" urged Zaki because he was annoyed by Indi.
Indi looked over with a forced smile.
"Good morning, Mr. Zaki."
Indi sighed as he poked his lips.
"Eight o'clock in the morning, Mr Zaki." Indi again forced his smile.
"And you know what time of day you enter?"
"Tau Mr. Zaki, at 07.59 sir," said Indi still trying to smile even though sincere.
"You're a minute late, you know?" exclaim Zaki pointed at Indi's forehead.
Indi's eyes are round, wanting to protest but nagging boss. Makes it all wrong now.
"Sorry, Sir. Next time I will leave before sunrise so as not to be late," said Indi with implied intent.
Zaki looked stunned for a moment, then returned to the fool mode.
"For the punishment, today you must come with me. And do whatever I tell you, okay?" Zaki again pointed at Indi's forehead.
Indi nodded obediently, but then when Zaki turned around he started clenching his hands and punching the air that was behind Zaki's head.
Zaki turned around abruptly while staring at his phone, fortunately he did not see Indi who still hung his hands in the air. Quickly Indi lowered his hand and acted as if there was nothing.
"Now you come with me, don't protest and don't ask anything" Zaki said as he walked ahead of Indi to his car.
Indi stepped up with a lump, clearly visible from his leg that was kicked.
After the two entered, Zaki thrust his phone at Indi. But Indi just kept quiet did not ask or take the phone.
"You don't make a sound" asked Zaki in surprise.
Indi turned his head while snorting loudly.
"But it was said that he could not protest and could not nanya," ketus Indi crossed his arms in the chest.
Zaki patted his eel.
"Look at dong's situation, Indira." Zaki squeezed his fingers with anxiety.
"Well, how are you?"
Zaki again thrust his phone in front of Indi, a phone with the same brand and color as Indi's given Fatan a few days ago.
"Write your phone number here" Zaki said.
Indi hesitantly picks up his phone and starts typing his number on Zaki's phone because he hasn't yet memorized his new number.
"Hape you're good, do you like it? zaki asked suddenly, the car started to slowly leave the cafe courtyard mingling with the hustle of the city streets that morning.
Indi seemed to be smiling widely.
"Yes, it's really nice."
Zaki smiled as he covered his lips with a palm, a thin smile as thin as an onion skin.
"Aren't you going to thank me?"
Indi's forehead creased while returning Zaki's phone to the owner.
"Thank you? Same Father? Why?"
Zaki nodded heavily.
"Can't you stop calling me Father? I'm not married yet. Do I look that old, hm? Anyway it's not in the cafe, so stop calling me Father" Zaki protested.
"What do you want to call?" indi's fishing rod who started to like Zaki's annoyed expression.
"Call Mas, I'm older than you" Zaki said shyly.
"O ... to, Mas Zaki." Indi a little stiff said it, whereas with Fatan he can be very flexible to call Mas.
Habitual factors also seem to.
"Oh yes, that means I have to thank M ... How is Zaki doing this phone? Kan who gave this phone Mas Fatan, his thanks to M-Mas Zaki anyway?"
Zaki sighed.
"Yes because ...."