TABIR (The Actor Turns Out to be My Brother)
CHAPTERS 178. ASTOUNDINGLY.
Dara gasped from her daydream, as she felt Fatur's body tremble. In his face attached to his son's back, and it was true that Fatur's shoulder shook violently along with a sound of heartbreaking stuffing.
"Lis, you please take Farah outside first huh. I want to talk to Fatur first" Dara said to Elis who was accompanying Farah to play with her dolls.
"Yes, Mother. Yuk Farah, we play in front of yuk." Elis took Farah's hand, which he said, while his hand was carrying his favorite teddy bear.
After Elis and Farah came out, Dara returned to focus on the son who now seemed more free to voice his cries heard from his increasingly quiet stuffing.
Dara put the tray containing the food on the nightstand, then switched to hug her son's body and stroked his back.
"Sorry Mama yes, son sorry Mama because it has meant you. Sorry Mama because it does not want to terrorize you, do not run again yes Mama can not imagine if the one who hit the car was really Fatur. Mama was so scared," muttered Dara over Fatur's cries that sounded started to subside.
"Why? Why would Mama prefer a Aunt Indi who is obviously already evil to us rather than Dengerin Fatur? Fatur is still a child, Ma but Fatur also wants to be heard. Fatur knows what's going on, everyone!" isak Fatur sounded increasingly bitter.
Dara also shed her tears hearing protests from the son, in case Fatur was just an ordinary six-year-old who would not remember what was not important to him. But apparently he was wrong, Fatur is smarter and wiser than his age.
"I'm sorry Mama, I'm sorry Mama, son. Mama's wrong, Mama didn't give Fatur a chance to talk, Mama's sorry, baby. Fatur want to apologize Mama?" dara asked as she pulled her head from the arms of the son she had made the pedestal.
Fatur wiped away the tears that fell on his face, got up from his bed and sat looking at his mother closely.
"Why is Mama sorry? Are parents always right?" the question really hit Dara's heart.
Simple words that he did not get from where, but the impact really hit in the recesses of Dara's heart.
Dara even to the farthest, do not know how to say how to answer the question of her son.
"Fatur just does not want to have to be at home with Aunt Indi again, Fatur traumatized, Ma Fatur does not want the things that used to happen as Papa will happen again with Papa Zaki. Fatur doesn't want to, it's enough we lost Papa Fatan, not Papa Zaki either."
Fatur's tears flowed along with the barrage of protests he placed on Dara. Truly a word Dara could not answer every word he said.
Faturnya, a baby that used to be so dear to her and continues to want to stick to her since the baby is now very good at conveying his disappointment very well. Either Dara must feel happy or sad at this time, but clearly he does not want to be far away or until the loss of his baby is only because of trivial problems.
" If Mama still insists on Aunt Indi to stay here even if only temporarily, let Fatur succumb. Let Fatur stay with Oma Ambar only then, " said Fatur again, removing the remaining tears that were still on his cheeks and inching to get off his bed.
Dara was still stunned in her place, until when Fatur approached her wardrobe and pulled out her school bag from where Dara realized, she ran to hug the son and hugged him very tightly.
"No! Don't go, dear Mama can't if you have to be far from Fatur. This house will not be comfortable if there is no Fatur, Fatur do not stay in Mama ya."
The new Fatur will open his mouth, but soon Dara interrupts him.
"Tante Indi and grandma are no longer in this house."
Frown on Fatur's forehead, his eyes never looked at his mother.
" Oh yeah? Where indeed? Doesn't Mama want Auntie Indi to stay here?"
Again, Dara was stunned, her fans were very smart not only good at conveying her feelings but also good at twisting the words that Dara had previously said to her.
But quickly Dara shook her head, she grabbed him by the hand of her son and kissed him with a tube.
"No, Son. There is nothing more important to keep than your child. Mama is very dear to you guys please do not leave Mama yes," Pinta Dara with teary eyes.
"Serious mom?" The fatur started to falter.
Dara nodded quickly, and placed the palm of Fatur's hand on her cheek.
Dara shook her head, then lifted her two fingers up.
" Mama is serious."
Fatur finally believed, and without warning he hit Dara's body and hugged her back tightly.
"We're just gonna stay the same, aren't we, Ma? Mama, Fatur, Farah, Miss Elis, Papa Zaki, just like Oma Ambar?" muttered Fatur in between their arms.
Dara broke her embrace and looked at the son with a smile on his face.
"There's a Fatur who forgot one."
"Hum? Who?" ask Fatur confused.
"Opa Jat? Fatur doesn't remember?"
Fatur shook his head with his cute innocent face. "Opa Jat his house is far away, Mama. Besides opa does not want to stay here, he said Opa wants to find a new Oma for Fatur and Farah."
Dara's eyes turned back to make Fatur.
"What's? New oma?" the thrill is endless Fikri.
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Some time after.
"Sir Jamal, Ms. Zaenab I am really sorry and thank you very much the same father and mother. If it wasn't for my father, maybe Fatur would be lying here right now. I don't know how to thank my mom and dad anymore.". Dara lowered her head as she spoke to Jamal and Bu Zaenab's current pack, guilt undermining her inner self in unison with unrelenting gratitude.
Bu Zaenab looked heavy sigh, while Mr. Jamal whose nose was attached to the oxygen hose was only commenting on a thin smile.
"The same, Ma'am Dara. I'm okay, don't worry. The important thing is his son Mbak Dara survived," muttered Mr. Jamal with a hoarse voice.
"Mbak Dara next time the gate is in the lock only, let his son not carelessly cross again. It will be someone else who got the stone if it is this way," sambar Bu Zaenab who is famous for the judges.
Mr. Jamal gave his wife a code, and Ms. Zaenab just grumbled to look at it.
"Already, Sister Dara. Do not put into the heart of my wife's speech, she really likes to worry excessively but the way of delivery is a bit less pleasant," said Mr. Jamal with a bad heart.
Dara smiled thinly.
"At least I'm okay, just a little sick. I am strong, like Samson," added Mr. Jamal who can now laugh happily. Though still imagined in the mind of Bu Zaenab how her husband to cry loudly when the team of doctors sewed wounds on his head and arms this afternoon.
Ms. Zaenab just cut down without wanting to follow again.
Dara got up from her seat and reached into the handbag she was carrying, took out a sample that was quite thick and then slipped it in the hands of Mr. Jamal.
"Then I say yes, Mr. Jamal I want to accompany children at home afraid of crossing carelessly again. This please accept yes sir, Mom sorry if not how soon you get well. Once again I apologize and thank you as much, insyaallah tomorrow my husband will be here again until Mr. Jamal can go home."
"Eh, is this Miss Dara. It was paid for the hospital with Mr. Zaki, this again does not need, it does not need. I don't want to, Mommy." Mr. Jamal tried to return the envelope containing the money to Dara, but Dara refused and suddenly the envelope changed hands to Bu Zaenab's hand which grabbed him quickly.
"If no one wants to let me!" then he turned his back to Dara and Mr. Jamal.
Mr. Jamal can only smile wryly at the behavior of his wife who had double eyes, while Dara continues his intention to say goodbye.