TABIR (The Actor Turns Out to be My Brother)
CHAPTERS 188. FLASHBACK ENDS.
The night began late, Intan who never returned to make Pak Sukri restless. Since then the man whose hair had begun to whiten was pacing in front of his house while looking at the streets hoping that the only princess would return home soon.
"What's up, sir?" ask Bu Sukri who actually already knows what happened.
Pak Sukri turned his head with a troubled face. "Intan hasn't come home yet, I'm worried, ma'am."
Bu Sukri grinned, actually even this has entered into his plan so that the husband will not be suspicious of all the scenarios.
"Yes, I've just waited so that the mother who picked Intan to the house Miss Maryam yes. Most also he feels at home there because diamonds like babies, sir. Maybe she is still playing with her baby Indi," muttered Bu Sukri playing her role very well.
Mr. Sukri nodded in agreement, and sat waiting in the terrace chair.
"Mother go first, sir." Bu Sukri went down the terrace with a flashlight in his hand.
"Ather father, ma'am?" said Mr. Sukri.
"Brothers sure? Didn't he say his waist hurt out of the garden?" asked Bu sukri pretending to be worried.
Though in his heart was cheering excited because all according to his plan.
"No, you can. You are still strong if only to the house in Fatan, you also want to see the baby from yesterday has not been able to."
Mr. Sukri got up with a limp, it felt like his waist was about to break but on his forced also to know directly the condition of his son at this time.
The daughter who was so dear to him since infancy even though Intan was not their biological child, because Bu Sukri had been sentenced to barrenness. Even so it never crossed Pak Sukri's mind to leave it especially after there is Intan as their complement.
After walking for a while with the body of Pak Sukri, they also arrived in front of Fatan's house. But strangely in front there seem to be a lot of people who gathered and fileak kusuk as if something happened.
"Oh Allah, what's in Fatan's house? Is her son sick again?" cetus Bu Sukri pretended not to know, but everything he and the leech who arranged it.
"Let's just go there, Bu ne." Pak Sukri put his foot on the accompaniment of Bu Sukri beside him.
Until there began to sound the sound of crying that can be guessed Bu Sukri is the voice of his son, Intan.
Bu Sukri circulated a glance, then his eyes rubbed with the loan shark who was also there. The loan shark held a thumbs up under his waist, with a big smile indicating their mission was successful.
Bu Sukri nodded faintly then stepped up to the terrace of Fatan's house which was already full of other residents.
"What a bad thing, even though his parents are good people loh, even so the behavior of his son."
"Yes, it's young even so. Maybe because it is not a real child so the behavior of no one who ngongkan his parents. Maybe the birth parents of the people are not really so that would be so."
A discordant voice began to be heard, Bu Sukri even relaxed to respond differently to Mr. Sukri whose face had been pias and anxious not to play.
Increasingly, the crowd was not so crowded, but some people seemed to hold the hands of Fatan and Intan who were currently crying.
"Oh my God, what is this? Why is my son held so? What's her fault? cecar Pak Sukri who immediately felt his body dazed and limp until sitting on the floor below.
Bu Sukri is still good at acting, he pretends to cry and hug the body of the husband from the side.
"Sir! Sir please listen to me first, sir this is not what you think." Fatan was trying his hardest to convince Mr. Sukri that all these people were just misunderstanding.
Some residents seemed to want to listen, but quickly Bu Sukri provoked the situation.
"Have been quiet, Fatan! You have to take responsibility for my son, you have to marry him because it has put the family to shame. You are indeed less aj ar, you can usually do so when no one knows. Embarrassing," hardik Bu Sukri while letting out his cultural tears, making people who had wanted to hear the Fatan explanation turned to hear the words of Bu sukri.
"But we didn't do anything, Mom! We just eat together here. See even the rantang of food that the mother-given Intan said is still here." Fatan pointed at the rantang that had not even been opened.
Bu Sukri snorted because he was confused about what to answer, but fortunately one of the people who was holding Fatan's hand spoke up and immediately made Bu sukri breathe a sigh of relief.
"Huh! Eating with what, the bed wong just not open so how, obviously we saw you two being friendly both, I thought we did not know that you were alone in this house? Indi's mom and son are gone, right? Pinter really looking for a chance in your narrowness, Mas."
Bu Sukri smirked cynically, satisfied with the rebuttal given by the man he believed was the loan shark's men.
While Mr. Sukri who had been limp since could only sob weakly in the arms of his wife, even his body felt heavy to move.
Other residents began to be provoked, they did not stop shouting to ask that Intan and Fatan be married and expelled from the village.
Many of those chanting were loan sharks trying to smooth over Bu Sukri's plans and their current boss watching from outside the house.
"Sir, how is this? Residents all demand that diamonds be married directly to Fatan, sir." Bu sukri pretended to cry while holding her husband, while Intan there was still sobbing with his hands held by one of the loan shark's other men.
Mr. Sukri has no power to resist sadness, the daughter who was raised with various kinds of good religious values, somehow it can now fall even to smear charcoal on the face of two parents who have been taking care of him since infancy. Mr. Sukri is still not finished with that.
"Sir, quickly give the decision the citizens are getting louder." Bu Sukri again urged because Pak Sukri did not open his voice.
Because he could not stand it, finally Mr. Sukri replied. "Make them, call the magistrate here because I am not his father, and then let them go from this village. Don't keep people like them here. Please do as I said earlier, I want to go home do not want me long to be here."
*Flashback end