TABIR (The Actor Turns Out to be My Brother)
CHAPTERS 18. INDI PLAN
The night is getting late, the rainfall that soaks the earth as reluctant to reduce its discharge.
Bruumm
A white bone sedan car appeared to stop in front of Fatan's house, followed by the exit of a woman with a scar'i robe from inside the car.
With a small run the woman opened the unlocked gate and waved at the driver.
"Be careful, Mommy."
The car horn rang twice, then the car began to slide away from the house.
"Oh my goodness, Indi! Where are you, Dek? Just got home at this hour?" exclaim Dara who was still waiting for Indi in the family room.
When he heard the gate opened hurry he looked out and found Indi coming home in a luxurious dress that he knew the model.
"Later Indi story, Ma'am. Now Indi enter first yes, want to take a bath, sultry." Indi passed by Dara and went straight to his room.
"Just home, Dek?" greeting Fatan who is also still sitting on the sofa of the family room for accompanying Dara since earlier.
Indi paused for a moment, and with a smile as sweet as honey he answered Fatan's greeting.
"Eh, yes Mas. There was a sudden business earlier, Indi pamit to the room first yes," said Indi while returning to continue his steps towards the room.
Blams
The bedroom door closed, Indi's spring locked it from the inside and began to soar with pleasure.
"Yeeeyyy, win a lot!" exclaim Indi happy.
He opened a wide khimar that wrapped his head and threw it in any direction. Here with the robe in use as well, leaving tangtop and long leggings only.
Indi reached into her bag and pulled her phone from there.
22.45
I have transferred, please keep your promise.
The sound of a message that just entered the Indian phone. Lekas Indi checked his ranking and found a number of numbers there, which previously only filled a few hundred thousand.
"Heheheheh, quite well paid by Mas Zaki. If the gini anyway, want to pretend to be his wife I want," kekeh Indi while rolling around happy confined to his mattress.
"Huummm, what kind of money do I use? Shopping? The junk? Or playing stock?" indi's laughter sounded so happy.
Indi took a deep breath, enjoying the happiness that had just seemed to flirt. But when closing the eyes, all that is present in the shadow of Indi is Fatan. Fatan, Fatan and Fatan. Not only in fantasy, but also began to fulfill his dreams.
Indi was almost frustrated because of that, his chest rumbling. His brain that has fulfilled the ambition is working hard to find a way to get the attention of Fatan.
"Aah! I think I know" Indi said, then he took a towel and went to the bathroom.
"Hihihi, hopefully Mas Fatan is still on the sofa. Look at Mas, I will be able to have you soon" muttered Indi while looking at the reflection of her face in the bathroom mirror.
Crazy, but that's it. Love cannot be set when it wants to come and go. And strangely every time he comes always brings poison and panda blinders, to make people who fall in love often blind and can no longer distinguish right and wrong actions.
Chequelek
The bathroom door opened, the room in the house looked partially dark. Because most of the lights have been turned off by Dara.
Except for the living room and Indi's room whose lights seem still on.
Indi tiptoed slowly, then sauntered leisurely when passing through the family room because he realized there was a Fatan there even though his position was slightly tilted behind him.
Ctic
"Why are you, Dek?" mumbled Dara sounding cold.
Indi rubbed his neck that felt creepy.
"Ah, no Ma'am. Want to go back to the room, only my legs will still hurt, not healed this fell yesterday so the road slowly," class Indi while showing his calf that still looks a little bruised.
Dara seemed to nod slowly, and walked closer to Indi.
"Yes, I understand what you mean. But pesen Mbak, next time if out of the bathroom or out of the room fitting Mas Fatan is at home. Don't accidentally wear short gini huh? Ma'am is just worried that there is something that is not wanted because of this. Do you understand what this means, Madam, Dek?" dara is so soft.
Indi sighed softly.
"Yes, Mother. Then I go straight to my room. Want to change clothes," said Indi while returning to continue his steps towards the room.
Dara sighed then shook her head resignedly.
"May you know what Mbak means, Dek," said Dara as she moved to her now seemingly asleep husband.
'In good sleep, ' Dara's mind while menoel nose pointed Fatan who looked comfortable once asleep in the sofa chair.
A little Dara was grateful because when Indi passed by just wearing the kimono Fatan was already in a state of deep sleep.
"Mas, move to the room yuk," asked Dara while swaying her husband's arm slowly that felt very burly. His muscles are well trained and perfectly formed due to the routine of following the gym with Zaki. Friends he met when he was together volunteering at the flash flood several years ago.
And one that they managed to save is Dara, who until now has not known where the whereabouts of his biological family.
Fatan seemed to squirm for a while, before opening his eyes which felt very heavy to be able to open.
"Loh, Honey? Mas overslept yes, m sorry yes," said Fatan lirih, his sleepiness is not over and waiting to return his true complaint.
Dara nodded slowly while smiling sweetly.
"It's okay, Mom. This is your own home. It's up to you to sleep where you're alone," Dara's kekeh covered her heart's current uneasiness.
Fatan scratched his nape as he stood up and grabbed his wife's hand, to take her to the room.
After reaching the room, Dara turned off the main light, turned on the dim sleep lights and turned on the AC in the degree that their bodies needed slowly.
"What's the matter, honey? Did you ask him if he could come home this evening?"
Dara approached her husband and went into a blanket.
"I haven't asked you yet, Mom. Not yet perfect, already tomorrow just fit we all have breakfast together. Now we go to sleep first" said Dara, before Fatan to close his eyes.
Fatan hugged Dara tightly, trying to close his eyes. Long enough until finally Dara seemed to start falling asleep.
Fatan smiled in satisfaction, then slowly lowered Dara from his embrace and grabbed her phone inside the pocket of the ball pants she met behind the holster.
"I'm sorry, honey. But Mas forced to do this, Mas will not be calm for long. It only takes a moment to complete this wish, again Mas sorry Mas."
Fatan carried his phone and slowly walked out while staring at Dara full of guilt. But not the slightest bit of guilt can make his feet stop stepping.
A wide variety of shadows raged within his head, making Fatan again excited to go out of the room. While holding the scabbard that will sag and slightly bent over cover the establishment of justice that should not be seen by anyone who is not wanted by Fatan.
Fatan again mumbled.
"Hopefully you'll never know this, baby. Mas still love very much with you, even though this also began to be opium Mas lately. Once again I'm sorry, please don't get up until I get back to this room."
Chequelek
The bedroom door closed, leaving a dark shrouding. It was as if it was right in front of my eyes.