TABIR (The Actor Turns Out to be My Brother)
CHAPTERS 194.
"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.
Indi was stunned on the spot, while his body froze thinking they were mocking him. But hearing the words pregnant and barren Indi can breathe a sigh of relief because it means not her.
"What do you want to buy, Ma'am?" ask the owner of the stall who is a man while looking at Indi's face.
Indi was surprised for a moment because he was focused on listening to the mother's gossip, enough to add information to his thought.
"Ah, uh I .. I want to buy this, Mas." Indi handed over a piece of paper that had been recorded what anything he wanted to buy at once nominal.
The man we thought was only 22 years old received the paper and began to take whatever was neatly recorded there.
"Yes loh, even though it is like two are healthy aja healthy yes time he did not have children too. Maybe it was intentionally? Kan her husband works at the puskesmas here as well, maybe in the injection KB himself time his wife not to get pregnant first."
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Apparently the gossiping session was not finished, Indi accidentally did not close his umbrella or put it on the terrace floor of the stall. He deliberately took her to cover her face from the mother's mother, who incidentally was a neighbor Dara who would have recognized him if he saw her.
Indi is still not ready if it has to be the subject of the mockery of the citizens again, especially after this the activity of seeking fortune will be very closely related to the residents in the complex, so as much as possible Indi will maintain his attitude and nature.
"Eh, do you not remember the Indi who used to call her own sister's husband. Reportedly now he already has children, the time of marriage because of an ugly scandal so could have this child who news about them is always good to arrive even be the talk of the matter anyway?" sidelines one of the mothers who carry the name Indi.
Indi nodded, tilting her umbrella so that mother would not see her face.
"Huh, but the same if later for a year they have not had children too. Then the real thing we said, barren is for sure. Either one of them or even two of them, huh if that's my daughter-in-law yes already I free kick beautiful mah if not efficacious, can not give offspring," the other mother's timpal sounds the same as her other mother's.
"Mbak Indi his groceries, a total of three hundred thousand." The owner of the stall gave a large crackle to Indi, Indi received it and gave some money to the owner of the stall.
After thanking her, Indi was about to turn around and go home but because the luggage was too heavy Indi oleb to make the tip of her umbrella nudged one of the mothers of the julid mother who was on the terrace of the stall. Not a bad touch just touch it. But yes her name is mother julid ya like to look for because of the commotion.
"God! Less aj ar! Your umbrella is other than I know?" the wind snapped while pointing at Indi who was still trying to protect his face so as not to be seen by other mothers.
"Ma-I'm sorry, Mom I .. I don't senga ...."
"That's an excuse accidentally! Just say you don't like us talking about Laila, is it a problem for you? Who is he you ha? His brother? Or what?" exclaimed the mother of another mother as good as her own udel gave a perception.
Indi gulped, especially when from under her umbrella she saw the mother's mother began to stand and face towards him.
"This person from earlier covered his face mulu use an umbrella, do not his face deformed ya?". chirped one of the mother's other mother again.
"Yes," said the other.
Indi held his breath, as well as holding his emotions from exploding. He realized that he did not have who here would defend him if he was determined to fight his mother.
"Once again I'm sorry, ma'am. I'm .. excuse me first." Indi chose to give up and was about to pass from there, when he arrived he felt his umbrella being pulled from the side.
"Eitttssss, where are you going ha? You can't go anywhere before you compensate because it had nenggenggol my body with this shabby umbrella of yours. Know my clothes are expensive, buy at a famous boutique. Now it's dirty because of the umbrella of the aircrafts you know not!" snapped the mother of the mother who was in the handcuff by Indi with her umbrella.
"Now you have to compensate!"
Indi froze in his place, begging and praying in his heart for the mother to leave him immediately because he was not ready to be seen by the mother as Indi.
"Hey, mommy! Look that!" exclaimed one mother who made her other friends turn their heads and no longer focus on Indi.
"What's wrong?" ask mommy who was in senggol.
"That's Laila!"
And soon the mother walked quickly to leave Indi, it seems they got new prey to forget Indi.
Even the mother who had pulled Indi's clothes now also walked away following her entourage.
"Fiuuhhh, Alhamdulillah." Indi breathed a sigh of relief, then turned around and walked quickly away from there through the next block.
Because there's no way she's walking straight, which means she's going back to being mom's monthly month.
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"Astaghfirullah, Ma'am . How did you cry? Why, Ma'am?" fretful Elis when he found his brother coming home from the stall with a wet face.
Laila shook her head, then hurriedly entered her house regardless of Elis looking anxious at her.
Elis panicked, he turned to the twins who were playing cooking under the mango tree.
"Fatur, Farah!" call Elis to his two foster children who are playing it.
Elis deliberately brought her home because today is Dara's schedule to check the womb to the doctor.
"Yes, Miss El?" satur and Farah at the same time.
"Bak come in for a second, you guys don't go anywhere."
Fatur and Farah nodded, then returned cool with her toys.
After making sure everything was safe, Elis immediately rushed in to see Laila's condition.
Isakan's voice was crying from inside Laila's room, Elis rushed there and went straight in because the brother did not lock the door.
"Sir," called Elis as she touched Laila's shoulder which was shaking violently from her crying.
"Mbak is tired, Lis. Ma'am tired, why do people always blaspheme Mbak? Salah Mbak what if you can not get pregnant, it is not natural if you are not pregnant while Mbak and Mas Halim have not even a year married?" laila's screams are frustrating.