TABIR (The Actor Turns Out to be My Brother)
CHAPTERS 193. PLANS
"Why, In?" mrs Maryam asked as she returned to the living room in tears.
"No papa, Mom. But ... I guess we do not need to ngerepotin Mbak Dara again deh, Bu mending we look for the recipe in yutub aja yes. " Indi quibbled while rubbing the tears on his face.
Ms. Maryam looked confused, but in the end she just resigned what her son wanted to do.
The sound of a baby crying, Bu Maryam's gasps up from her seat to see the little guy in her room. While Indi began actively surfing on the red application looking for cake recipes for sale later.
"What did Dara say, in?" ask Miss Maryam curious.
He shook his body on the chair while holding baby Indi who whined asking for milk.
With a swift Mom Maryam gave the milk in the bottle that had been warmed in the previous electric heater until the baby was now silent and enjoying the milk with the antennae.
"No papa, ma'am mbak Dara just can't anymore. I know for myself that Mbak Dara is pregnant again, certainly many can not smell so, Mom let alone make a cake using eggs and all her macems," said Indi again, trying to cover up the truth that Bu Ambar forbade him to ask for Dara's help.
"Yes also yes, the mother was pregnant when you could not smell like that. Never mind the smell of eggs, the smell of fresh rice just make the mother puyeng." Miss Maryam chimed while shaking a little body of her grandson who wriggled because he had finished a bottle of milk.
Indi smiled at the knot to see the baby growing healthy, although born prematurely in fact his son did not bother at all with all his needs. It's just that, Indi's heart is still sad when remembering the fact that the baby's father has chosen to marry again and his second wife tends to force him to continue with her.
Indi no longer think about how the future of his household with Fatan, because now for him the baby is more important than having to compete with the gatel Intan. Waste of time.
"Look at your baby, In. Beautiful as you were when you were a child, think if we make a celebration for him and give his name our money is not enough?" mumbling Miss Maryam suddenly while putting the tiny baby on the sofa.
"Later on, Bu lost our business has gone and there are new results we hold aqiqah for the little one," said Indi who was immediately influenced by Bu Maryam.
Miss Maryam opened the bedong wrapped around the baby's body, and the baby immediately wriggled until his face was red and made a funny sound.
Ddduuuuuttttt
The baby farts so big, Indi and Miss Maryam suddenly woke up to hear it and laughed together until the baby was confused to hear them.
"Subhanallah, hopefully your presence will bring good luck and blessings in your life, son." Indi kissed his daughter's forehead.
Miss Maryam chuckles. "may be healthy always yes, granddaughter of grandmother. Do not care about your irresponsible Papa, let the Wrestling of God alone will repay all. We just take care of this baby well, in order to make the best use of time to get up. Poor Dara who has helped us so much so far if we can only raise our hands."
Advice from Miss Maryam seeped into the inner Indi, she also agreed with what her mother said. Indi is determined to change and become better than before so that their lives can also be better, although maybe later without the presence of Fatan. There is nothing more that Indi expects from her, Indi really knows how Bu Sukri and diamond also want something. No one can easily escape their power.
"In, are you daydreaming?" reprimand Bu Maryam when she did not find an answer from Indi.
Miss Maryam smiled, then looked back at baby Indi who was growling the movement of her hands and feet with eyes glancing to and fro, very funny and adorable.
"What if ... we open the laundry? There's a washing machine behind." Miss Maryam gave me an idea .
Indi's eyes again sparkled, with a little cheering he answered his mother's words .
"Well, mom was right. There is also no laundry here, near the campus there. Surely here a lot of laundry later, ma'am right here average people busy because of work in the office."
Miss Maryam nodded vigorously and gave two thumbs up on the indi.
"If so Indi see the recipe of the cake first, it runs out then look for a tutorial open laundry for beginners." Indi grabbed his phone again which he had put on the table.
. Miss Maryam got up while holding baby Indi. "Yes, I also want to bring my granddaughter to the terrace. Let's get a breath of fresh, bored air inside the house continue."
Indi nodded and began to focus on staring at the phone screen in front of him, listening to the step by step recipe of the cake and rice sitting that he saw carefully.
"Well, if this is the case, God willing can. Was the execution just for dinner?" indi gumam weighed.
"Go do it, In. All of us taste if it's good tomorrow we start selling directly." Miss Maryam who heard Indi's murmur immediately interrupted.
Indi looked over and chuckled softly. "Yes, too, Mom. Yes Indi to the stall first yes, buy the ingredients.".
"You strong? If you don't let me, you take care of the little guy at home." Miss Maryam looked over with objections.
"Strong, Mom was not as sick as yesterday again Indi's stomach. Besides, if it continues to be spoiled later it does not heal, Mom."
"Yes already then, v but not for long huh, In. You know yourself are citizens here," muttered Miss Maryam commemorating.
Indi nodded, after taking the yang and the umbrella of Indi rushed towards the stall that there was only one in the housing complex.
A few moments later, Indi arrived, but from a distance he could already see that the stall was crowded at the visit of residents of the complex flat was a mother whose hobbies were none other than gossiping about her own neighbors.
"Bismil was bornrahmanirrahim, come on you can, Indi." Indi encouraged himself, remembering when he was in the bullying of all the residents of the complex when he was caught being his own brother-in-law's affair.
But when stepping closer apparently there is no mother who cares about her because she is busy gossiping about others.
"Yes, the period has been several months married not pregnant, let alone her name if not barren? Very sorry her husband, hoping to get many children even not pregnant pregnant," said one mother with a tone of judes.