TABIR (The Actor Turns Out to be My Brother)
CHAPTERS 201. GRUDGE RUMORS.
Her morning.
"God! Wake up wake up! Who's the ngizininin you sleeping here huh? Make my shop dirty just this dirty, ahhh there and there, do not make my fortune drag because people are disgusted see you here ya!"
A thin man with glasses came to the store early in the morning, with a neat appearance but his face looked unfriendly at all. He even easily kicked the limp body Fatan which since last night has not been filled with food, not even a drop of drinking water passed through his throat.
Fatan opened his eyes with difficulty, his body hurt because he slept on the floor only with a used cardboard that had been torn in some parts. Not to mention the cold wind that last night hit quite hard to make it feel shivering to bloating.
"God! Why even dream? This is not a hotel let alone a gemstone shelter! Already there go, don't ruin my sight and shop with your face that village!" The shopkeeper again snapped loudly, making Fatan aghast and forced to pull his weak body to rise and leave the shop where he rested last night.
"It's hard for you!" grumbled the shopkeeper while opening the padlock on the door rolling his shop with an annoyed face.
Fatan stepped away, visible in the row of shops that store began to open. Apparently the store is a row of textile fabric sellers, flat on sale there is a meter of various types and materials. And most of the shops are open, seeing many employees who are carrying rolls of cloth to the terrace of the store for display.
Crewuuccuuuuukkkkkkk
Fatan held his stomach that suddenly sounded loud, the pain hit like his magh disease began to recur again. Coincidentally at that time in front of one of the stores there was a chicken noodle dealer who was making an order for one of the bosses of the fabric store in the row. The smell of the chicken noodles made Fatan even more hungry. But he could only gulp as he watched the bowl of noodles that had changed hands to the buyer with a gaze of prey.
"Did you see see? Just lose your appetite!" snapped the person holding the bowl of chicken noodles.
Fatan sighed softly, lowered his head again and walked slowly away from the chicken noodle merchant who looked at him with a difficult look at the art.
After several meters of walking, Fatan arrived at the end of the row of shophouses that were empty shops, with large trash cans at the end.
"Huh, I'm so tired." Fatan leaned against the wall of the shop, his breath rising and falling because of a limp and starving body.
Syutt
Plucci
A car that had just passed threw away a bottle of mineral water that was only half left in the direction of the trash can and then just passed by. Fatan turned his head as the bottle rolled out of the corner of the trash can towards the street.
Tap
Fatan picked it up, then immediately returned to his original seat and opened the bag containing the clothes on his shoulders.
"Hhhh, good drinking water." Fatan opened the bottle and started drinking it.
Glug
Glug
Glug
Fill the bottle directly into the toilet, and Fatan chose to keep the used bottle into the bag. Thinking if later it will definitely be used to refill water, who knows there are good people who will give him a drink. While Fatan still did not know where his feet should go at this time, he was rightly confused as even a piece of money he did not have.
As he daydreamed, Fatan did not even notice when someone came to him and thrust a bowl of chicken noodles in front of him.
"Please eat, brother." The old man that Fatan saw earlier smiled amiably as he bowed handing the bowl of chicken noodles to Fatan.
"Tap- but .. but I don't have any money, sir." Fatan was honest, with a sad face.
"Not been thought of, this please eat."
The corner of Fatan's eyes was watery, in his face the old face was full of water.
"Te-thank you very much, sir." Fatan sobbing.
"Hahaha, why are you crying? Eat it, so you have energy." The old man patted Fatan on the shoulder.
Fatan ate with greed, in addition to his stomach which was very hungry taste of chicken noodles is also quite delicious even though only sales in the store.
During the wait for Fatan to eat, the old pak of the chicken noodle seller also served some buyers who wrapped his order. He served them all with a friendly and full of smiles.
"Sir, I'm done. Once again thank you for being kind enough to feed me," said Fatan as he stepped closer with a bowl of chicken noodles that had been fully toiletered.
"Same, are you full? If I don't make it again." The old man offered.
Fatan shook his head quickly. "No need, sir. That's enough, if I may just ask for drinking water just for my provisions."
"Oh, please. Just take as much as you want" said the old man, pointing at the small gallon of water at the end of his blue-dominant chicken noodle cart.
Fatan smiled, took out the plastic bottle that had been stored in the bag and filled it to the brim.
"Thank you, sir."
"Same, oh yeah do you need a job?"
"Yes? I think I need it, sir. I need money for the cost to go back to the village" said Fatan while sitting near the old man.
"What if you work with me? Possibly in one month you can already get money for the cost of going home."
Fatan looked at the old man beside him with a big smile, but the smile receded when he found the old man's eyes that implied other intentions.
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Meanwhile in the village of Fatan.
"Sir, I beg you not to go on. You can go to jail if the man dies," firmly Mr. RW who at that time visited the house of Mr. Sukri after hearing rumors that his sidekick was rampaging and was about to go to the house of one of the landlords in his village to teach him a lesson.
Pak Sukri's breathing seemed up and down, holding back emotions that seemed to be very ready to be vomited.
"Can't, Kar! I have to avenge her treatment of my family. He is very less aj ar, not only makes the people here become poor because they are in debt with him. But he even dared to play a conch with my wife, Kar! Know it? My wife! Imagine if it happened to your family!"
Mr. RW, whose name is Kardi, sighed heavily. Then he looked closely at the eyes of the friend who just this time he saw so angry that he made his eyes and face reddened. Though Mr. Sukri is famous for his gentle and very loving nature. Until when he saw her angry until like this was very terrible.
"Then, what are you going to do, Suk? Are you ready to accept the consequences if you do what you said just now? " ask Mr. RW who seems to have been unable to contain the emotions of his best friend.
Mr. Sukri nodded. "Yes, I will wipe him and my wicked wife off the face of the earth. With my own hands."