TABIR (The Actor Turns Out to be My Brother)
CHAPTERS 202. JULID GANG
" How, In? Ready already? Mom put the table in front of the fence. Stay in the arrangement of the cake cake," said Miss Maryam while holding the grandchild who had just been bathed by her while waiting for Indi to prepare a cake that had been made since the early hours of the morning.
Indi looked over and nodded. "Already, this ma'am just take it to the front. Thanks, Mom, you're helping."
"Yes the same, yes, I want your baby clothes first. "
Indi nodded again, and lifted one by one a plastic box containing cakes that had been neatly arranged and then arranged on a folding table which he happened to find in the corner of the kitchen.
After all was ready, Indi stared in amazement at his wares. Haru swallowed when he remembered himself who had been spoiled since long ago now had to start fighting alone to support himself and his mother and infant son. Without depending on anyone.
"Are you ready, In? This is your baby first so he'll be full and sleep. So later if someone buys you do not miss. Here let the mother first take care of her merchandise," said Miss Maryam while handing the baby whose eyes sparkled wide into the arms of Indi.
"Yes, Mom, just a minute. Indi milkin dedek first, later if anyone buys the price of the cake one thousand only yes, Mom. Let's profit a little smoothly," concluded Indi smiling.
"Yes, it's there. The one here leaves the same mother," said Miss Maryam happy.
Indi entered the house, lying in the living room while breastfeeding her baby. Deliberately not in the room because it is easier to supervise the baby later.
There was a voice talking in front there , it seems like Miss Maryam has got her first customer. Indi smiled knot in place when he heard Miss Maryam mention the price even though it was not so clear.
"Hopefully sell your Mama's merchandise, son. So that we can make your tasyakuran event later," muttered Indi while gently stroking the cheeks of her baby whose eyes had begun to shut because of the sleepy.
Indi's smile widened when he saw his baby who was starting to bulge it closed his eyes slowly and entered into his dreamland. Wait a few moments until finally the baby releases ****** as for his mother and is really sound.
Indi gave a glimpse of the baby's forehead and then moved forward, there looked the mother was flicking a clean cloth rag on the cake so as not to touch the flies.
"Have anyone bought it yet, Mom?" ask Indi.
"Alhamdulillah, already. Although not much, they say they want to taste first. Hopefully they like to continue to subscribe yes," said Ms. Maryam enthusiastically.
"Alhamdulillah," muttered Indi while taking one plastic chair from the terrace again and chose to sit near his mother.
A few moments waiting, it looks like a group of mothers seemed to have just returned from shopping for vegetables at the front stall. The indi face is known as the mother of the julid gang mother in the complex.
"Mom, how is this ..it is the mother of the mother who ...."
Miss Maryam held Indi's hand tightly, as if giving strength through the touch of her hand.
"It's okay, this time you are not wrong and do not bring problems .calm alone, we're just looking for fortune here impossible they still remember the past," beber Bu Maryam tried to give positive affirmations to Indi and actually to herself as well.
Indi nodded, and tried to calm down as the entourage of the mother julid's mother drew closer. And again what he heard was their flattened gossip talking about their own neighbors.
"Eeehhhh, wait jeng wait. Look at someone selling tuh cake." one of the mothers stopped and pointed to the table where Indi sold.
Indi lowered his head, although it has been pacified by the mother, it still feels hesitant to meet the mother who used to be compact when she was caught cheating with Fatan right on her wedding day with Zaki which must end the day that also.
"Well, what a coincidence . There are those who sell cakes like this, my husband's son is really interested in snacking on cake like this, but if you want to buy usually far to the big road there first, sometimes like to males. Good if now there is a sale in the complex, so do not be tired of the big road first if you want to eat," kekeh one of the mothers while walking closer to the table where Indi is selling which is still full of homemade wet cake.
"Yes, jeng is also me. Especially if there is a cake kayak like this, it feels comfortable at home can snack the hobby is endless. But usually want to make it yourself, males want to go out and buy especially hahaha good deh yes anyone wants to sell. though kirain me in our housing complex no one wants to make it because it is already rich all hahahah."
"Well let alone me, jeng every day it feels if there is no food and at home it feels lemes, not eager to do anything too. If this is how to buy Deket every day can clean my house and my spirit if clean clean there is food mah."
Mom chuckled as she walked closer to the Indi sales table, turned it around and started picking and looking at each plastic box that had cake inside. Some mothers even directly plucked the cake and immediately ate it at that moment while choosing another cake.
"Hmmm, good cake."
"Eh yes, delicious. I want the doughnuts that are mostly ah," said one of the mothers who had just tasted a mini-sugar-clad doughnut wrapped in a box.
"Please, this is the plastic." Ms. Maryam kindly handed me a packet of clear crackle plastic commonly used to sell such wet cake.
When he heard the voice of Miss Maryam, some of the mother's mother turned her head and looked at him closely, as if remembering something. Indi bit his lips, while praying in his heart that this mother's mother does not remember his mother's face and he even though he knew it would be impossible.
"This ... is not his mother Ma'am Dara?" knock one of them.
Miss Maryam smiled knotfully and nodded.
"Loh, did not the mother follow the daughter of the actor's mother to the village in the middle of nowhere her ex-husband Mbak Dara was yes? Kok ... arrived can be here anyway?" ask one of them again with a julid face, piling on the mother of another mother who is now also throwing a sharp gaze at Miss Maryam, who is also, while Indi who did not expect it would be like this chose to crouch under his sales desk while chanting mantra, uh prayer means.