TABIR (The Actor Turns Out to be My Brother)
CHAPTERS 191. APES.
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"Basar people do not know in profit, still mending we want to go there and kindly manage the house later. Even being kicked out disrespectfully like this, sucks." Bu Sukri has still mergerundel since leaving the house rented by Indi earlier.
Though his intention to come there is to feel like living in the city and enjoy the money he got from the proceeds of selling one of the Fatan heritage land that some of his money has been bought a car that is now in the middle they drive it.
Moreover, his intention to have a free maid if he could stay with Indi who he knew fled to the city is now run aground already, stupidly Bu Sukri did not know that other Indi families were also in the city who wanted to defend him, he thought that Indi and Bu Maryam were a kara. Eh but because two would be two kara bars should be yes, hehe.
"Well, right, mom? It's good I still want to be kind enough to bring Mas Fatan to the house to meet Mbak Indi, instead of being welcomed and even expelled. Less aj ar," swear diamond also, do not want to lose to call Indi and Dara who have defended him.
Fatan was just silent, there was no point in him talking as well at this moment. Each being with Intan and his mother Fatan even felt like a personal driver who should not interfere with his employer's problems.
"Know that we do not have to go there, when it is our good intention to stay together in harmony, even those who fight," added Bu sukri again, still not satisfied cussing.
His face was decorated with powder asphalt that thick in his fan because he felt sultry.
"Heghhhhh, Fatan you gedein kek AC his car is very hot to know this," said Bu Sukri again.
Intan nodded in agreement with her mother's opinion, even she shifted her own AC before her to make it stronger towards her. Though the clothes he wears are quite open, yes times can be overheated. If the heat in another sense is possible.
Fatan pressed the AC button to the maximum and returned to driving casually.
"Heh, Fatan! You made us freeze to death, huh?" bu Sukri snapped when the AC wind that led to him was too strong.
"Let the cold sink to the soul, ma'am. Let's not say what people like," chirped Fatan cuek while directing the car somewhere because the two mistresses he carried had not directed at any place.
Bu Sukri's eyes glared at Fatan's reply, while diamond instead seemed to stumble into a smile.
"Basar mantu less aj ar, can you usually do me yes."
Fatan just silently did not answer, choosing to stay focused on the streets in front of him.
"His AC chillies, Fatan?" Bentak Bu Sukri again because he felt unresponsive by Fatan.
"Yes, yes." Fatan's hand moved to press the AC button again, shrinking it to a fairly normal temperature.
"Where are we going? From earlier muter only there is no purpose," asked Fatan without turning his head in the slightest.
Bu Sukri who was sitting behind himself casually raised his legs to the empty seat next to him. Then turn on the flat object in his hand to see.
Old old so it turns out that Bu Sukri including a mother who is tech-savvy, she did not want to play a new sophisticated object in her purchase yesterday, with money from the sale of land of course. You can imagine how much land is and how much money Bu Sukri received as payment.
"We go to hotel X this time, Deket from here is also quite there is a swimming pool can relax for a moment." Bu sukri replied while pointing towards the front, where the hotel is located.
"Yes, point the way," said Fatan flat-pitched.
Although Fatan actually prefers they go home instead of spending money like this, do not know if all of it is paid using the money that is his right.
"Yes, finally get to sleep at the hotel. The bed must be so soft, Mom. This mantab is for ahem ahem," kekeh Intan while patting Fatan's arm slowly with his spoiled and coquettish style.
There was no shame or hesitation at all he said such a personal thing in front of his mother, but strangely Bu Sukri even seemed not bothered at all with it.
After several turns, finally the car arrived at the hotel parking lot that was quite large and relieved. They all went down 'em, then together stepped into the lobby.
"Fatan doesn't have money to pay for it, Mom. If you have anything please, but do not ask Fatan, because Fatan is honest," muttered Fatan before they set foot on the floor of the hotel terrace that looks slippery.
Bu Sukri clucked. "When you come, no one will ask for your money. I also know that you are in the re. You take it easy, this is all a paid mother, just think of it as your wedding gift."
Bu sukri turned around after saying that, there was not the slightest shame in his heart even though the money he admitted to his was actually Fatan's.
"Yeyyy, thank you so much, my dear mother." Intan cheered with excitement as she put her hand on her mother's arm and stepped inside the hotel lobby.
After making a reservation and the hotel clerk gave two keys in the form of cards to his hand, Bu Sukri immediately ordered Fatan to bring their goods to the room.
"You get our bags in the car, keep taking them to rooms 242 and 243. Do not be long," said Bu Sukri while holding Intan's hand to go to the elevator that will take them to the floor where their room is located.
Fatan snorted, this is not the first time since he officially became your husband and he was treated like babu by Bu Sukri and Intan. Not infrequently Fatan had to hold back when the two women bought something and did not buy anything for him while the goods he was the one who had to bring. It's really sad.
Fatan carried the bag on his shoulder, with great difficulty trying to reach the elevator that had just been riding on the mother-in-law and her second wife.
"Mas, sorry. But ... this elevator is special for customers, if a maid or driver passes over there," reprimanded one of the hotel attendants while pointing to the wooden door that is to the right of the reception desk.
Fatan snorted heavily, bearing the heavy weight that was now perched on his shoulders and onto his two hands. It felt like his breath was almost broken from lifting all the heavy weights.
"Well, what did the mother and the child actually bring? It was so heavy that the bag, they did not carry any more stones," complains Fatan as he stepped towards the wooden door that was shown by the hotel attendant.
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Fatan opened it, and his eyes instantly rounded perfectly looking at the manual staircase towering upwards with the floor number on its upper wall.
"What aps my fate." The fatan slumped downwards drooping among the pile of bags that weighed as much as a handful of rice.