TABIR (The Actor Turns Out to be My Brother)
CHAPTERS 17. FREAKY

 The car Zaki was driving stopped at a boutique with a well-known brand in the city. Zaki came out in follow Indi who continued to stare at the building in front of him in astonishment.

 The boutique that specifically sells various syar'i clothes and also the needs of children and babies stands majestically with a slick and beautiful order.

"What are we doing here, sir? Uh Mas Zaki?" ask Indi while walking behind Zaki entering the boutique.

 Zaki suddenly stopped, but Indi who was unconscious from looking around instead hit his back and grimaced.

"Why did you hit me? Caper?" said Zaki flat.

'Uuuhh kepedean!' indi in the Heart.

"No, Mr. uh Mas. Just look around again unconsciously if Mas berti, so hit deh." Indi looked up to be able to look into Zaki's eyes.

 Zaki just shrugged his shoulders indifferently. Then back to walk to the cashier table that turned out to be quite familiar with him.

"Eh, Mr. Zaki. Can anyone help, sir?" the female cashier was friendly.

 More precisely in the direction of trying to look charming in the presence of Zaki, it is seen from his weak attitude and soft tone of voice that is very obvious made to tease.

 Indi so much so he made it, but did not dare to say anything because the place was not his realm.

"Please choose a set of your best gowns for this girl, and try not for long. I was in a hurry," Zaki said as he switched to sitting on the sofa that was provided for the boutique guests.

"Loloh, Mommy. Why suddenly buy me a robe anyway?" astonished Indi with wide eyes in disbelief.

 Zaki just raised his eyebrows indifferently, making Indi who had been furious since then grow furious because of it. But to fight? Of course not brave.

 The woman who served as the cashier seemed a little upset, but because of her duties inevitably she also did orders from Zaki as their boutique regular subscription.

"Come, Ma'am. I showed the game," he said kindly as he led Indi to the inside of the boutique, where their best collection is kept.

 Indi could only resign and obey when the cashier took him to a room filled with beautiful and beautiful toys that he had seen. Because all this time Indi only likes to wear a hijab with an oversize top and jeans or kulot. Very rarely wear a dress.

"Waawww, beautiful," hissed Indi while touching a robe with beautiful embroidery on each curve.

"That's one of our best collections, if Mbak wants Mbak can try it. Mr. Zaki will definitely buy everything that has been tried by his family members as usual," said the cashier firmly.

 It sounds a bit less friendly in Indi's ears, but he tries to be indifferent and not too dizzy.

"Okay, I'd like to try this one. Where's the fitting room?" indi asked while taking the robe from the statue and taking it to the place indicated by the cashier.

 After some time trying finally Indi's choice fell on the first game he tried, and without ba bi Bu again Zaki just paid for it and pulled Indi back to the car.

"There's still a lot of gamis, sir. But if you can know what this is in what order?" ask Indi confused.

 Zaki pulled his car over in the courtyard of a famous salon, but did not immediately go down and chose to explain everything to Indi first of all his plans.

"So this is it, In. I need your help pretending to be my future fiance in front of the family. Just a regular dinner, and you don't have to talk much there. Just shut up, smile and follow my instructions. Do you understand?" tanya Zaki closed the explanation.

Indi who was surprised could only be stunned while nodding resignedly.

"T .. but then what do I get? My time doesn't get just money to shut up?" indi protest pretended to sulk, when in fact the game in his hand was already almost equivalent to his salary for one month.

 Zaki seemed to think for a moment, then flicked his finger while staring at Indi.

 Zaki reached into the dashboard pocket of his car and pulled a piece of paper from there.

"Is this enough?" ask Zaki.

 Indi's eyes patterned for the sake of reading the writing on the paper.

"J-so, so .. apparently ...."

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 At night, the rain suddenly fell rapidly since the afternoon. Dara, who was worried about her sister who never came home, seemed to walk back and forth in the family room.

 Fatan who had just finished putting the twins to bed saw his agitated wife and approached her.

"What's wrong with you, honey? How do you think you're nervous?" fatan asked while stroking his wife's hair that night was not covered with a headscarf.

 But instead of focusing on his wife, Fatan's mind drifted as he saw Indi falling asleep with a short negligee in the living room.

"Astaghfirullahaladzim," exhorted Fatan softly, almost inaudible.

"This, Mas. Indi has not come home yet, this is very bad. Where the rain is getting bigger again, I'm afraid he's why-why in the street Mas," replied Dara with a panicked face.

"Try on the phone, honey." Fatan gave me an idea.

 Dara looked at it briefly but then came back busy pacing again.

"What do you want to use, Mom? Indi's hapenya yesterday was taken by the same people. Snatched," replied Dara a little nervous, because almost the release said that the phone Indi lost because the loan shark seized.

 Fatan looked faintly nodding.

"And he's got something new, honey," said Fatan.

 Dara's eyes rounded, because they did not know about Indi already had a new phone.

"What Mas? New hape? Which way could he buy a new hape?" astonished Dara who again felt anxious that his sister was again involved in debt with loan sharks.

 Fatan chuckled softly as he pulled his wife sitting beside him and carried her into his arms.

"Zaki who loves him" whispered Fatan in Dara's ear.

 Dara gasped in shock and looked at Fatan with a look of disbelief.

"What Mas? Zaki's? You guys got that cafe? His crazy rich kid owns that mining company?" exclaim Dara while dictating one by one things she knows about Zaki, her husband's friend who faces a baby face but his age is actually not much different from that Fatan.

 Some people even misjudge the age of Zaki which is quite far when viewed from his face.

 Fatan pursed his lips, pretending to latch.

"So much of a compliment, honey?" grunts.

 Dara choked for a moment, then spoiled she re-entered into Fatan's arms.

"But even so, still my husband is the best," praised Dara to her sulking husband.

 In an instant Fatan again smiled widely, and immediately kissed Dara's cheek with anxiety. Makes Dara laugh because of it.

"Eh, Mum. Why did Zaki get buyin hape for Indi? In what order?" ask Dara after the romantic moment between them is over.

 Fatan tapped his chin with his index finger.

"Huummm .. probably because she likes Indi the same," Fatan chirped indifferently.

 Dara who was anxious to hear her husband's answer immediately floated a pinch of love to his waist and successfully made Fatan prance in pain while grimacing spoiled.

"Seriously," urged Dara impatiently.

While rubbing his waist which still felt pained, Fatan replied.

"Well, the one I caught from the tape is that. I have known Zaki for a long time, and his family as well. Usually if he has fallen in love with one woman will be directly applied in front of the family he said,"

 Dara caught a glimpse of the moody look from Fatan while telling her about Zaki's intentions that seemed to like Indi in silence.

 But because she wanted to trust her husband wholeheartedly as her initial intention, Dara finally dismissed the suspicion and threw away her bad thoughts about her husband and sister.

 But Dara's focus changed again when he remembered the lines of Fatan's previous words.

"Did you say that, Mom? Directly in lamar? In front of family?"