TABIR (The Actor Turns Out to be My Brother)
CHAPTERS 20. COVER UP

 The noise from outside the room apparently made Dara disturbed in her sleep, she fumbled to the side and did not find her husband's body there.

"Where is Fatan?" murmured while moving to sit while rubbing eyes that still feel heavy.

"Hoooaam." Dara yawned while stretching out her hands.

 Dara glanced at the wall clock beside her and frowned.

"Well past midnight, where is Mas Fatan? Oohhh, is it okay to brazenly eat malem noodles again? You fucking stud! Even though it is often very complacent if you are invited to breakfast because of the satiety of the middle meal. Look out if tomorrow ngeluh her BB up again, no curse to be a frog you Mas," scolded Dara while moving down from the mattress and heading out of the room.

 The atmosphere outside the room looked dark as usual, Dara turned on the lights and walked slowly towards the family room.

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 There was the sound of people falling from the kitchen, followed by loud murmurs that were not so audible.

"Mas Fatan! What are you doing?" exclaimed Dara while walking towards the source of the sound.

The distance from the family room to the kitchen is not so far away, but because it is blocked with several rooms and Dara turn it takes a few minutes to get to the dining table near the kitchen.

" What are you two doing here together?" dara asked in surprise when she saw her husband and sister sitting face to face at the dining table, with each facing a bowl of instant noodles.

 Fatan smiled clumsyly, as well as Indi who was confused about what to answer.

"Eh, Honey. You woke up, right? I was a laper, so cook noodles. Eh Indi woke up also because of the smell of noodles, so deh he followed the cook," said Fatan cover up the actual fact.

 Indi looked at Fatan in disbelief, but quickly looked back down and scooped the noodles into his mouth as Dara walked up to them.

 Dara put on her cold flat face, slowly walking closer to her husband. The cold aura he emitted made Fatan instantly goosebumps.

"You think it could be that easy to fool me?" hiss Dara in Fatan's ear.

 Indi looked at Dara with a horrified look, as did Fatan who seemed to gulp with great difficulty. The two looked equally panicked, with pias' face not daring to answer Dara a word.

"S ... baby, m. .. sorry this is not what you think, Mas swear," nervously Fatan tried to defend himself.

 In their minds, Dara must have known the scandal that they both had done. And feel there is no more gap to evade.

 Dara's hand moved quickly, pulling Fatan's ear until Fatan complained of pain.

"You are, Mom! Can you teach Indi to eat noodles continuously malem-malem? You don't know if Indi has stomach acid! Can't eat noodles often! You naughty!" angry Dara kept pulling Fatan's ear.

 Fatan and Indi who had thought they would be found out, now breathed a sigh of relief. Although Fatan now looks grimaced with pain.

"Darling, darling dong. Can remove this ear Mas if you pull this on, yes Yes Mas sorry. This promise last time eating noodles malem-malem. Tomorrow eat toppoki aja," joked Fatan while hugging his wife's slender waist.

 Dara let go of her husband's ear and turned to walk towards Indi, with her hands ready to pull Indi's ears.

"This is also girl one! Can already be told if at home there is Mas Fatan his clothes do not look like a lack of gini materials. This house is cold, you want to catch a cold every day wearing that short shirt?" omel Dara while directing his hand to Indi's ear.

But Indi quickly dodged while laughing loosely.

"Ampuuunnn, lioness ngamookkkk!" she screamed as she ran away and disappeared behind the door of her room.

 Dara who was upset because her target was off now looked back at Fatan exactly like a hungry lion was about to pounce.

 Fatan raised his two fingers to form the letter V, while grinning widely he slowly retreated and also ran towards the room.

"Kabooorrr!" fatan screamed while running small towards the room.

 But not yet arrived at the door of the room, the collar of his shirt has been pulled by Dara. Makes it automatically strangle.

"Huhahah, where did you run the bad husband?" dara's laughter led her husband into the room and locked the door tightly.

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 The morning is approaching, in the rain that since last night has not stopped wetting the earth.

 Dara who was busy struggling with various cooking ingredients in the kitchen was not at all affected by the cold wind brought by the rain, which passed through the open glass window in front of him. Even his forehead looked sweaty, because he was frying various types of naget and sausage favorite of his children in addition to fish and chicken for him and his husband.

"For my wife," said Fatan who was tidy with his office suit, his sweet smile radiated brightly. Maybe last night's war.

 "For my husband," said Dara no less happy, his smile was even as wide as *kuchisakeonna as possible.

(*A kind of Japanese ghost who has a smile to the ears, and always wears a mask. "Am I pretty?")

"August, Mas. Morning, Ma'am," said Indi while joining Fatan sitting at the dining table.

"Again," said Fatan nodded and smiled at Indi, while Dara only looked at the glance because he was busy bringing food that was ripe to be arranged at the table.

 The twins had not woken up, probably because they were on holiday so Dara did not wake them up earlier as usual.

 "What about Zaki, Dek?" fatan asked suddenly as they started breakfast.

"No matter what, how. The time he asked me to be his pretend girlfriend was weird, right?" kekeh Indi's.

 Fatan also laughed a little while shaking his head.

"Mas think he really wants to greet you, but usually his family if you bring a woman to the family, it will definitely be in Lamar,"

  Fatan and Indi seemed very excited to tell the story together, regardless of the questionable gaze of Dara who was among them.

 Dara was next to Fatan, but this time it felt like she was invisible.

"Ilfil I'm the same as him, Mas. The late one minute doang ngomelnya along the memory lane," said Indi again while feeding a spoonful of food that had been cooked Dara.

 Even Indi did not help Dara cook at all or just bring cooked food to the table, behaving like a mistress because since childhood always spoiled by Miss Maryam.

"Mama," called Farah in a hoarse voice as she had just woken up.

Dara approached Farah and carried her back to the dining table.

"Darling, I'm leaving first. It was noon," said Fatan while kissing Farah's cheek which now lay her head on Dara's shoulder.

"Yes, be careful." Dara forced her smile even though her heart was troubled.

"Mbak, Mommy. I left also yes, today is the morning lecture because," said Indi also back the chair and snatched his bag. Even Indi did not bring his dirty dishes first to the sink.

 Dara just looked at him flatly, but Indi who was basically a spoiled child was completely unaware of the meaning of Dara's gaze.

"It's still raining, In. Sure you want to go?" dara asked at last, because she was reluctant to make a fuss early in the morning just because of a plate.

"Bareng Mas aja, In. Incidentally this morning there was a meeting with clients not far from your campus," Fatan said while taking his briefcase and fixing his tie.

 Fatan looked at Dara, as if asking for approval. Dara sighed softly, again suggesting that there would be nothing. She knows her husband and sister, so it should be safe. So thought Dara who was always supposed to be every time she started to suspect.

"Ah, yes Dek. With Mas Fatan alone rather than rain, the coat sometimes can still get wet too," said Dara relented.

 Indi looked at Fatan and Dara alternately, then nodded.

"Okay, yeah let's go. Hunting late," Tukas Indi while walking ahead of Fatan to his car.

 Fatan nodded, and stepped about to leave.

"Why did you say something to Auntie last night?" the Fatur Chirps that had suddenly been in front of Fatan by pointing the index finger at Fatan.