TABIR (The Actor Turns Out to be My Brother)
CHAPTERS 192. BLASPHEMOUS.
"Oh my goodness, Fatan! Really long? Bring that bag. Don't you play down there?" sergeant Bu Sukri when Fatan had just arrived on the tenth floor where their room was.
With sweat droplets that roll like corn seeds, and breath that snorted so tired. Not to mention the tremendous weight he had to carry on his shoulders and onto his two arms. Even to answer, he was unable to.
Fatan dropped the bag on the floor and then slipped into the room where a diamond was standing at his door.
"God! Basic ghost is not useful, could be mother-in-law again talking she just stay. I swear I'll take care of you later, Fatan."
There is still the sound of Bu Sukri nagging out there, but Fatan who was really not strong anymore did not want to take a headache and chose to lay down his body that felt crumpled dim it onto the mattress that turned out to be very soft.
"Mom, what's wrong with the mother Mas Fatan continued? It's good Mas Fatan wants to bring our bags here, did you want to bring your own bag?" sahut Intan tried to defend her husband.
Bu Sukri. "So who wants to bring her into your room?"
"Take it yourself, Mom. Just bring in if time cannot, usually also if in the village narim rice carts are strong mother really, why arrive here so letoy?" whistle while pulling the rope of his bag with a grunt.
Sreetttts
Brughhh
"Awwww, how heavy is that?" moaning diamond who just fell in front of the door of his room because it is not strong to consider his bag.
"Well, did you say what mom said? The bag is heavy, we won't be strong. Already there, call the Fatan again let him enter all these bags into the room. Can encroach the waist of the mother if the maksa bring in alone," said Bu Sukri again, half forced because he did not want to waste energy carrying it himself.
It was enough earlier that he lifted the bag himself into the trunk when going from Indi's house, will not be allowed to repeat it twice. It's delicious, he thought unreservedly.
Finally, Intan forced to step into his room, to wake Fatan and ask him to lift the bag into the room. Because the slim diamond hand will not be strong to lift it.
"Grroooookkkkk, grrroooookkkkk."
Intan was stunned when he entered into her immediately greeted with a very strong snoring voice, which was very strong, afraid that someone else was in the room, Intan swiftly took the AC remote that was on the nightstand and lifted it high.
Because as Intan remembers, Fatan did not slur when sleeping with him last night. So Intan believes that the voice is not the voice of Fatan.
"Grroooookkkk."
The voice appeared again, even louder than the previous one. Intan turned his head scanning around looking for the direction the snoring sound was coming from.
"Grroooookkkkk.".
Intan turned his head, his voice coming from under the blanket on the queen-sized bed in the hotel room.
Intan settles close to the mattress, then uncovers it quickly.
Plastik
Plastered
Plastik
Intan smashed the AC remote in his hand into the body of the owner of the voice he believed was under the blanket.
And strangely this diamond can not be realized if in fact it is her own husband. This is how it is not yet the time but it has made me a wife, very unstable.
"Ahhh, uh, Mas Fatan?" muttered diamond while throwing the AC remote that was used to hit Fatan's head.
"Why are you mukulin me?" snapped Fatan again, while rubbing his head that felt throbbing pain due to the diamond blow earlier.
Intan looked misbehaved, he was silent like a child who was being angered by his father. Because his soul is too young to make him unprepared is actually in a marriage relationship. It's just that the doctrine that Bu Sukri always taught made it what it is today.
When in the middle of the eternal fear that reigns over his heart, the sound of Bu sukri who breaks the silence makes diamond can slightly breathe a sigh of relief because now the focus of Fatan is divided there.
"Fatan! Intan! We have to get home soon! Your father is on a rampage!"
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Somewhere else.
"You sure you want to sell cookies, In? Can you make it?" ma'am asked Maryam when Indi expressed his intention to sell wet cake and breakfast menu in front of the house every morning. Incidentally in housing that no one has sold so, if you want to go out of the complex first and look for sellers on the side of the big road.
"God can do it, Mom. In the past Indi would have worked in the cafe Mas Zaki, once also helped make cakes and other foods. If later Indi someone forgets, can ask the mother. Mommy can, right? Make rice or chicken porridge like that, Mom?" Indi chimed in while drinking tea that began to warm.
Maryam sighed softly. "It used to be, but I think now many mothers have forgotten the recipe, In."
Instantly Indi's face looked gloomy, but that was all he could do for now. While looking after the baby and do not have to leave the house.
" What about you, Mom? Though that's the only way out that is thought to be the same Indi, Mom."
Ms. Maryam seemed to think for a moment, then her face seemed sparkling when she found an idea.
"What if you just ask for teaching? Dara kan pinter make cake and rice sit kayak that you said earlier," said Bu Sukri excitedly.
Instantly Indi straightened his back with sparkling eyes.
"Ah, yes mother is right. But ... suppose ngerepotin is not yes, Mom? Now that Ms. Dara is also pregnant, is she strong enough to teach Indi?" tanya Indi suddenly lost her spirit.
Especially when he remembered Bu Ambar's warning to no longer trouble Dara for any business.
"Try asking first, may Dara please help us." Miss Maryam gave me advice.
"Yes, then Indi try to phone Mbak Dara first yes, Mom." Indi went to pick up his phone in the room.
The phone that he almost never filled data packets or pulses again since living in the village because of difficult signal. But since coming to the city again last week Indi had time to fill the data package even though only the cheapest quota.
Several times the call was made Indi, but never lifted. Until the call to so, Indi tried finally the call was answered.
"Assalamu'alaikum, Ma'am Dara ... Indi can ask for help ...."
"Why do you ask for help are you my daughter-in-law? I told you never to trouble her again, now that Dara is not home, she is going to the clinic with Zaki. Surely you envy the life of Dara and Zaki now? They're even very happy. Compare with your life that is increasingly blangsak it.".
Indi was stunned, as Bu Ambar's sniffling voice crept into his eardrum and stabbed his heart hard.
Sharp words, making her tears spontaneously drip without command.