TABIR (The Actor Turns Out to be My Brother)
CHAPTERS 162. PAIR OF SANDALS.
"No! Laila can't find out! Elis, please keep that secret as best you can. Don't tell anyone" interrupted Bu Hana quickly with eyes radiating worry.
Elis choked, but soon he could control himself and nodded weakly.
"Good, Mom. Of course I don't want it until other people especially Mbak Laila knows it," he concluded slowly.
Ms. Hana took a deep breath and held the hand of Elis who was on the table.
"I know you can be trusted" he muttered, directly nodding to Elis.
*
"Assalamualaikum" said Halim and Laila together.
The two seemingly compatible lovebirds stepped into Bu Hana's house by holding hands and looking at each other in love.
Basic bucin.
"Wa'alaikumsalam," said Bu Hana and Elis who had been at the dinner table since.
"A really long time? What was it, Ma'am?" elis protest who had been impatient to eat the dishes made by Laila in front of him.
Laila immediately looked at each other with Halim, then the two compactly chuckled.
"There is," said Halim while scrambling Elis' hair to a mess.
"Mas!" elis jolted while fixing his hair.
"Hahaha, you don't have to be so good at tidying up," Kekeh Halim took a seat next to Bu Hana and Laila next to him.
"Bodo!" sulcan Elis scowled.
"Kok mom same Elis has not eaten anyway? Should have eaten first, Mom should not wait for us," Laila said when she saw the plate in front of Hana and Elis was still clean and the food on the table was untouched.
"No papa, eat the same better," said Ms. Hana while taking the tea she had made and pouring it for them.
"Let's go, Mom." Laila got up to take the teapot from Bu Hana's hand.
But soon Ms. Hana kept her out of Laila's reach.
"Udah you just sit down, you were tired of cooking this let the mother do it. Remember Laila you're also a mother's son, not a maid, so all this work we're for two is not all your duty, okay?" ma'am Hana's word is firm.
Laila nodded in understanding, hiding a smile on her lips.
"Don't be too tired, baby. Later if you are exhausted the longer the future grandchildren of the mother will be," always Halim laughed crisply.
"Well, that's exactly what your husband said." Ms. Hana nodded in agreement while serving a glass of tea in front of Laila.
"Yes, Mom, Mas." Laila nodded resignedly with a flowery heart, it has been a very long time since the last time she felt this feeling. Feelings of being loved and cherished in the midst of the warm family.
*
The day went hot, as he promised the wife this morning Halim was preparing on the terrace to invite the wife to walk the road to enjoy her time off.
"Darling, I went to my mother's house first. Want a car manasin" cried Halim while wearing sneakers on his feet.
There is no truth, but soon Laila appeared from the direction of the house in a hurry.
"It's the match, Mas."
"Make what, baby?" tanya Halim did not understand.
"Said was about to manasin the car," said Laila with her innocent look that makes Halim always scuffles to bring her to the room.
Halim took a deep breath and exhaled slowly.
"Yes, but what matches?" ask again, still not understand.
Laila instead looked at him confused with a super adorable innocent look like a kitten asking in a cradle.
"What would you like to use the car? If manasin usually uses fire, Mas."
Halim laughed loudly for the wife who turned out to be super innocent, she held onto two shoulders Laila and lowered her laughter.
"Why is your mom? You're not possessed, are you, Mas? Don't make you afraid dong, Mas house ustad far know that you are in ruqyah," said Laila anxiously while shaking Halim's body violently .
Halim quickly caught the wife's hand, and kissed her deep with a reddened face for laughing too much.
"My dear, my love, baby, my honey bunny. Mas know your intentions are good, but that's not it too, unfortunately where do you see people manasin car use fire?"
Laila nodded confusedly. "Never the hell, there are people who want to manasin the car is also new this time. You don't need fire, do you?"
Halim shook her head with a smile hanging beautifully on her thin lips.
"No, sweetheart. Do you want to go with the car manasin? So later you know and do not give matches anymore, would you burn garbage?" kekeh Halim's.
"May I, Laila take the sandals first, Mas."
Halim nodded and let the wife into the house and before long Laila had returned with a pair of sandals that Halim had bought for her, but very rarely does he wear it if not for traveling .
"Come, Mas." Laila stuffed her feet into the flat sandals with a little right underneath it, her smooth and clean feet seemed perfectly suited wearing those sandals. ..
But unfortunately Laila prefers to wear regular flip-flops if at home, he said unfortunately if good sandals must be often worn afraid of being damaged quickly and having to buy again. Though she did not know that her husband was even able to buy sandals one store for her.
"Wait a minute, baby. All this time you keep sandals where the hell? How come you've never seen it on a sandal rack?"
Laila smiled wryly and stared at the foot of her level covered in the long robe she was wearing.
"In the closet, Mas. Laila enters the plastic, continues to be placed near the bed sheet. But it does not make dirty, Mas because before it is stored always Laila wash and dry first," sahut Laila who actually feared the husband thought it was dirty and dirty because he kept sandals in the wardrobe.
Because for Laila, the goods given by her husband must all be taken care of as best as possible. In addition to appreciating Laila also does not want Halim to think that the gift is not he likes.
"Geez, baby, why keep it anyway? Why don't you just keep wearing it? You're nice wearing those pretty slippers? Would you like to buy it again?" halim asked with an unbearable look, because the wife only wore good and beautiful things when out of the house with her while if at home she would wear ordinary clothes and items.
Not dislike, but Halim only felt a failure to be her husband if the wife could not he meet her needs even to the smallest.
"Yes, Mas. Sorry, " muttered Laila lowered her head.
"Already, do not feel guilty later we buy sandals again yes for you to wear. All for Elis as well," said Halim while holding his wife's hand to sebrang where the car is.
When trying to open the car to enter, Halim and Laila undo his intention because of the arrival of another car and stop right in front of the house of Bu Hana.
"Loh, Mum? It wasn't your boss' car yesterday, was it?" ask Laila wonder.
Halim nodded, she was as good as Laila. What is the end of this Mr. Jatmika so more often visit his mother's house?