TABIR (The Actor Turns Out to be My Brother)
CHAPTER 19. IT TURNS OUT
"Emgghhhhh, emmgghhh. Aaahhhh, lemaaaa ...," exhorted Fatan after completing his wish that had been held since.
"Thank you yes. You must be tired of serving me every night, please don't tell my wife yes. Later I can no longer eat dinner," muttered Fatan as he took a dipper and began to flush the perineal area.
Continued by flushing the toilet that every night always faithfully accompanied the curhatan of the night every time he had a stomachache.
After making sure the toilet was clean again, Fatan waved at the toilet and came out of the bathroom.
"Fuuuh, plong once my stomach. Now it can accommodate boiled noodles again," kekeh Fatan while walking towards the kitchen.
When he was boiling noodles and an egg in the pot, Fatan was surprised by the sound of footsteps approaching him. The dim atmosphere because only the kitchen lights are lit makes the fur crouch Fatan goosebumps.
"Hhrrrmmmm," there was a groaning sound in the footsteps that were getting closer to the kitchen.
Fatan moved cautiously, brandishing the sutile he was wearing cooking noodles towards the kitchen door.
"Who?" the Fatan who looked started to get scared.
A glimpse of the silhouette of someone wrapped in a dull white shirt near the kitchen door. Fatan was getting goosebumps even almost throwing sutil in his hand because of fear.
"It's me, Mas." Indi emerged from behind the door with a face wearing a mask and towel on his head, white with a brown bear image.
Fatan breathed a sigh of relief, his body that had been tense was now limp and sagging to the floor.
"Bikin was surprised, In? Why are you going to the kitchen?" snort Fatan while standing up to turn off the stove.
It looks there the noodles in the cooking have expanded because they have been cooked for too long.
"Here you take a drink, Mas. All want to take this bath, his ashes sultry. The intention was to take a bath when he came home but even overslept," said Indi while opening the refrigerator and taking cold water from there.
"For you Mas noodles so grow this, anyway why use a strange sound like that anyway? People misunderstand me," sighed Fatan regretting the noodles that are still steaming but have become as big as the worm.
Seeing it makes Fatan aim, but want to be thrown away it feels dear.
"My throat hurts, Mom. It's just a drink, isn't that why?" indi asked as he walked closer to Fatan and stopped behind his shoulder.
Indi seemed to be deliberately standing there and breathing in the recesses of Fatan's neck.
"Oooh, mienya grow," said Indi lirih. Deliberately making his voice softly sigh, hoping that Fatan could be tempted by it.
"For the sake of you, anyway" muttered Fatan while carrying the noodles to the dining table.
Indi followed Fatan, feeling it was a good time to be able to get close to his sister-in-law who had been bothering him for days because of a wrong feeling.
"I'm sure I want to, Mom?" tawar Indi while sitting not far from Fatan.
Fatan glanced at a glance with raised eyebrows, slightly misfocused with the clothes that Indi was wearing at this time. A short sleeping pajama with a black body fitting short pant. Plus the white towel that covered his shoulder made Fatan hot coldly look at him.
"B ... may, if you want," replied Fatan clumsy.
Fatan had sucked in his salivation, for some reason his chest had suddenly rumbled.
"I'm masakin again yes," muttered Indi while showing off her sweet smile, and a voice that was deliberately made to tease.
Fatan nodded silently, while Indi rushed towards the kitchen to cook more noodles for Fatan.
'I know it's wrong, but being close to Mas Fatan is a real opium for me. This pounding heart, a smile that never faded every look on his face, and the happiness of being able to chat with Mas Fatan is enough to prove that I also love my Mother husband. I'm sorry, Madam Dara. I ... also love Mas Fatan, Indi's inner self while cooking noodles for Fatan.
"Finished," Indi chanted with a bowl of noodles still steaming to the dinner table, complete with chili slices, eggs and a bottle of cold mineral water.
"Thank you, yes" said Fatan smiling happily.
"Thank you doang? Pay dong," kekeh Indi launched his tease.
Fatan who had just bribed a spoonful of noodle soup into his mouth immediately stopped and looked at Indi questioningly.
"Pay? How many?" ask Fatan innocently, because think the pay in Indi means is the exchange rate of money.
" No, not using money," insisted Indi Lirih.
Fatan was more confused in making it, even now the noodles in front of him seemed no longer appetizing.
"Continue?"
Indi smiled and approached, closer until his breath could be felt by Fatan.
"With this ...," whispered Indi lirih.
After slowly he put his lips on the lips Fatan, the taste and aroma of noodle sauce that had been inhaled Fatan now also felt on the lips Indi.
Feeling no rejection from Fatan, Indi continued his kiss. Deep and deeper, Fatan was washed away to forget that the current one in front of him was not his wife. His eyes slowly closed enjoying Indi's clay kiss, even unconsciously his hand moved to press Indi's neck and deepen their kiss.
The incident happened long enough, until finally Fatan awakened and pushed Indi's body until strayed back.
"Stop, Ins. It's wrong! This is not real. We can't be rich, it's not real!" grunting Fatan frustrated.
Fatan stood up, scrambled his coarse hair and started rubbing his rough lips. He was the one who enjoyed it so much. Indi got up and rushed to hug Fatan from behind, he held on with all his might even though Fatan seemed to be trying to take him off.
"No, Mas. It's not wrong, I love you, Mom. And this is normal between people who love each other" said Indi.
Fatan jerks Indi's embrace violently until Indi is pushed back backward.
"Stop! Don't think gini, Dek. You are young, your future is long. Don't ruin your future by acting this way," growled Fatan began to get upset, even if to shout and curse Indi he had no heart at all.
Indi again walked closer to Fatan, but swiftly Fatan retreated away to the back.
"Stop right there!" ban Fatan while raising his five fingers forward.
" What's wrong, Mom. I just pass on my love race to the person I love, and that person is you," Indi said forcefully.
Fatan shook his head weakly.
"No, Deck. It's wrong, we can't believe it. Please understand," reject Fatan.
"No! I have no right to deny me! In any case, I will fight for my love!" indi's anger won't lose.
"But ...."
Not yet Fatan replied, the voice from the direction of the family room made him panic again. Same with Indi.
"Mas Fatan! What are you doing?"