TABIR (The Actor Turns Out to be My Brother)
CHAPTERS 180. THE SHOT SCREENS.
*If you don't believe the right people are there, try watching Indosiar. Maybe that makes you not believe because around your environment there is nothing like that, right? If you know where you live? Hell is? That's the place all demons are, uh.
*Only intermezzo, in no way intended to offend any party.
Back to the kasmaran.
Mr. Jatmika still gaped in disbelief at the sentence that slid from the lips of Bu Hana, the woman who now looked at him sharply looked so very much hate him.
"Did you see me that way? What I said is true, right? I always get unlucky when I'm near you! There's never been any luck with that when you're around." Ms. Hana again expressed her frustration.
Then grabbed the bag containing the item he bought earlier and started drinking banana milk in cute packaging as he saw in drinking the artist utube idol.
"Sorry," muttered Mr. Jatmika while bowing his head deeply, without intending to look at Ms. Hana again.
Not only is her heart hurting right now, but it's also the fact that what Ms. Hana said is true.
"Maybe you forgot, but I will never forget, Jat. How have you taken away my happiness, because of you I parted ways with Mas Gunawan and he must be forced to accept his parents' request to marry another woman."
Ms. Hana started telling stories, tears coming from the corner of her eyes. While Mr. Jatmika can only be silent, listening without any intention of interrupting.
"If you hadn't invited me to meet, I would have been alive by now. For sure we are happy now living together, having many children and living in a modest house in the hills of our dreams. But what's going on now? Because that day all our dreams were broken into pieces even now, I have to accept the reality every day that my son-in-law is in fact the son of Mas Gunawan with the woman, the woman he's been betrothed to."
"I'm sorry, I'm sorry Hana ..." That's the only sentence Mr. Jatmika can say, from her voice that sounded vibrating, I knew that at this moment the man in front of her was holding back a cry.
Ms. Hana smiled obliquely, in the ssedotnya banana milk in her hands to the toilet and then straightened her back staring fixed pak Jatmika who was still down with shaky shoulders.
"What's? Sorry you said, Jat? Are you sorry that you can bring everything back? Revive my Mas Gunawan? Repeating everything that happened according to our dreams hm? Didn't you?" snapped Bu Hana loudly, to invite the attention of people who are currently passing near them.
"What was the reason you did all that? Is it true that the issue says that ....."
"Yes! That'sthat's true! All that I do because I love you, Hana! Loved you! Even after you chose to disappear and I accepted Aminah to be my wife still can't stop loving you! Until now ... after my wife died because of her illness the taste returned, just as you re-appeared at Halim's wedding." Mr. Jatmika dropped his body that had stood up to convey his intentions to Bu Hana, his sturdy shoulder slumped down shaking violently with his head resting on his hand.
Ms. Hana looked stunned, not caring about the astonished look of people who were still passing by around them.
"You ... You must be lying, right? You're lying, aren't you, Jat? That's impossible ...." Bu Hana laughed but her eyes cried, I don't know what was felt but suddenly the cry became heavy.
Moments to two seemed to dissolve in the same weeping rhythm, bringing out all the royal tightness within the chest.
"Hana," called Mr. Jatmika after a while and his cries had begun to subside, leaving a puffy face and reddened eyes.
Ms. Hana looked up, looking into the eyes that had always been looking at her gently but so at her hatred.
"Stop looking at me like that, Jat. I don't like it" muttered Bu Hana wiping her tears that had stopped flowing.
"But I like, I .. want to always see you in every opening and closing my eyes, Hana. It may be too late, but .. believe me I still love you. And will always love you." Mr. Jatmika tried to grab Bu Hana's hand in his hand.
But the other corner of his heart was still trying to pull over, even though he himself knew exactly how he felt.
"Sorry, Jat. I ... can not," muttered Bu Hana brushed Mr. Jatmika's hand slowly from his hand.
Then grabbed his bag and left Pak Jatmika there.
"I will wait, and I will keep trying to make you open your heart to me!" exclaim Mr. Jatmika who can still be heard by Ms. Hana.
Ms. Hana turned around for a moment, then resumed her steps with a slight smile.
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Meanwhile.
"Assalamualaikum, Mr. Zaki." the voice of RT sir who contacted Zaki via phone was heard in their private room because Zaki turned on the speaker phone.
"Wa'alaikumsalam, how about Mr RT? Any updates?" asked Zaki who was stroking Dara's back who seemed to be listening while lying down.
"I-yes, Mr. Zaki. But ... But it's best, Mr. Zaki just saw him at the police station." Mr. RT's voice seemed to be shaking.
Zaki suddenly panicked, he stood up while Dara got up and sat on his bed.
"Well, Mr. RT I'm going there now."
"Yes yes, Mr. Zaki please hurry yes, sir," pinta Pak RT increasingly make Zaki anxious.
Zaki just turned off his phone, threw his phone on the mattress and walked to the closet to get his jacket.
"Darling, I went to the police station first. Mr. RT said there was the latest news," said Zaki while wearing his jacket in a hurry.
"What's up, Mom? It's night already?" dara asked worriedly to see her husband's tense face.
Zaki approached Dara, then dropped a kiss on her forehead.
"You take it easy, stay at home take care of good children. I'll let you know whatever happens there, and go first."
Zaki reached out his hand and was immediately kissed by Dara, after putting his phone into a pants pocket and snatching the keys of zaki's car straight out of the room and disappearing behind the tightly shut door.
"Oh my God, I hope it's not something to worry about. Take care of your husband and family, O Allah." Dara prayed after her husband's departure.
In carrying his body to lie back, his stomach that began to bulge makes it a little difficult to find a position that can make him comfortable in lying down.
"Oh my God, why don't I feel so good?" muttered Dara alone.