TABIR (The Actor Turns Out to be My Brother)
CHAPTERS 206. FUGITIVES.

 A man with a tattered camping appearance and a disheveled-looking face was also tired of standing there, not far from the Indi stall which was only a table and a large umbrella on it.

 For a moment all who were there were glued to look at the man, until suddenly Bu Sondang opened a voice that made them all surprised.

"God! You're a mokondo Fatan, right?" he shouted with a big and shrill voice.

 Some of his friends even had to close his ears so that the pengang heard the screams of Bu Sondang who was similar to the mosque toa.

"Your voice Lo, jeng. Like a furniture seller's car," said Ms Ratna with an annoyed face.

 Ms. Sondang throttled. "Belgroff."

"Would you come here ha? Didn't we tell you not to come here again?" sindir Bu Maryam ketus, while protecting the baby's face Indi from the glare of the sun that began to show its light.

 Indi was silent, but she put on a face as upset as the mother who was currently even her breath was up and down holding back emotions.

The mother of the julid gang mother was also the same, looking at Fatan as if he would swallow him round and round right then and there.

"Can we talk to you for a second, In? I really need your help." Fatan tried to sediba, so that Indi could melt with him.

 But unfortunately, Indi even threw his face and smiled wryly.

"Speak what else, Mommy? We're done. I've decided I'm going to sue you for divorce after I have the money. But not now, I'm still collecting it" Indi said earnestly.

 Fatan seemed to gasp, but as much as possible he did not show any expression of surprise in front of everyone.

"Please think again, In. Mas msih loves you and our son, Mas came here with good intentions, In but .. previously Mas really need your help," great-grandson Fatan maish tried to persuade Indi.

 Indi just budged, reluctant to talk to Fatan but look at the eyes of the mother of the julid who would certainly make all this material of warm gossip is also very disturbing.

 After weighing some time finally Indi succumbed to his ego, do not want if too many household problems that will become public consumption.

"We talk inside" Indi said at the end.

"But, In." Miss Maryam seems to mind.

 Indi nodded slowly. "It's okay, ma'am, let's get it over with. Indi tipped warung ya, ma'am. Dedek baby let Indi just take it inside."

 Indi took the baby from Bu Maryam's sling and gave Fatan a code to quickly follow him into the house.

"Huh, what else would a man not know himself here? This cheating suddenly came again for help. Huh if I become Indi already I pites aja it's a man, ngeselin really abisnya."

"Yes, jeng is really. Let's not talk look at his face I'm already ogah. Disgust, gelay hiii."

 The mother of the julid gang began to make their own opinions, Maryam just kept silent while scanning the bodies of Indi and Fatan who disappeared behind the door of the house.

"Hopefully there is nothing to worry about" murmured Ms. Maryam slowly, because at this time her feelings as a mother suddenly became very worried. It was as if something was going to happen with the presence of Fatan in front of them at this moment.

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"What are you talking about, Mom? You have fifteen minutes, do not spoil the atmosphere by asking for extra time," cynical Indi while sitting in the living room chair with Fatan followed who dropped his weight not far from him.

 His eyes could not be seen a small figure who fell asleep in the sling Indi, a figure he so longed for but could not be held because of his stupidity and cunning others.

"Did you just come here to daydream? I'm sorry I don't have time for that, Mom. So ... you should leave now, too," Indi said when he saw Fatan never speak, just staring at his baby with his eyes fixed with misty.

 Fatan gasped, erasing the corner of his eyes quickly and clearing his throat that had felt choked since earlier. In the undo intention to ask the baby from Indi to be able to carry for a moment, because he believes Indi will not allow.

"I- Indi ... Mas, mas just ... just ...."

"You've got ten minutes left, Mas." Indi.

 Fatan rubbed the sweat that flowed from his temple, then fixed his sitting position that began to be uncomfortable.

"Good, I'll be quick. So look, I need your help, I really need it other than you there's no one else I can ask for help anymore right now, so ... so Mas hope that you will be willing to help Mas this time alone," pinta Fatan said, great hope so that Indi can say yes.

Indi's forehead seemed to wrinkle deeply, while fondling the baby she looked at Fatan fixedly.

"What help? If it's too heavy then I'll just say it straight away, Mas. I can't" Indi refused without hearing more.

 Fatan sighed, his eyes suddenly becoming faint.

"Mas ... in pursuit of the police, In. Please help me to hide." Fatan said softly while bowing his head deeply.

"What's? So you're a fugitive?" exclaimed Miss Maryam who accidentally heard the last conversation of Indi and Fatan when they wanted to enter the house.

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Tok

Tok

Tok

"Assalamu'alaikum, Ma'am Dara. Assalamu'alaikum!"

  It was late in the afternoon, Dara who was relaxing on the back porch of his house was forced to move from his wuenaknya position to see who the guests who came to his house.

"Huh, I think Mas Zaki forgot to close the fence again. There are mulu people who play nyelonong enter, where else pewe like this. Not in the open later he said arrogant, haaahhh." Dara grumbled all the way to the main door.

 Thus Dara so have a little time to enjoy her own time while drinking tea and listening to a classic song that is good for the baby in the womb. And because the baby is also innate, he gets upset whenever someone interferes with his leisure time.

Chequelek

 Dara opened the door with a little rough, on the appearance of a grim face so that the guest could leave as soon as he thought.

"Wa'alaikumsalam, eh Mrs Zaenab? What's up, Mom?" ask Dara flatly, moreover, he felt that he had nothing to do with the family of Bu Zaenab and Mr. Jamal especially after the wise old man had fully recovered and was discharged from the hospital some time ago.

"Uhmmm, hehehe this is Ma'am Dara .. duh how to say yes?" kekeh Bu Zaenab is misbehaved, the woman who wears a Jersey-style forward hijab with maroon color seems to be moving in agitated motion while ********winder her hands.

"What's up, Mom? I happen to be working again, can not long accept guests." Dara began to get upset, but not completely a he showed so as not to impress disrespectful to his elderly guests.

"O-oohh, I see, Ms. Dara. Yes, then .. hmmm if it's direct yes, Ma'am." Bu Zaenab was silent again, still with a clumsy smile on his face that began to appear black spots of KB effect that he used.

 Dara breathed a rough breath, still trying to be patient with her neighbor. But it looks like Bu Zaenab is aware, until he quickly conveys the intention to his arrival to Dara.

"So gini, Ma'am Dara. If I may want to ask for more money," said Ms. Zaenab lightly, even in tandem with a cry that there is no good at all in the view.

 "Money? Sorry, what money is Miss Zaenab? I never owe the same mother let alone a promise of love for money, kok ... suddenly ask me?" dara asked as she stepped towards the terrace chair and dropped her weight there, her legs were quite achy as well as carrying her stomach burden that began to bulge it for too long.

 Ms. Zaenab quickly followed Dara's steps, then without being allowed to rest she also shook her buttocks on the terrace seat next to the chair Dara was sitting on now.

"Eh uh yes you do not have any debt or any promise with me, Mbak Dara. But it's .. but it's ..."

 "But what, Miss Zaenab? Can you please not? I'm tired of this sitting outside, lying down." Dara held her temple which began to pulsate, for the first time she said tightly to her neighbors who came to visit, because it was true that she was very upset and drained the emotions that she had been holding since.

 Ms. Zaenab still looks clumsy even though Dara is really not strong enough to sit too long, plus her enlarged stomach makes her start to often shortness of breath.

"But my husband so can not work like now because he managed to save the Fatur, his son Mbak Dara right? And if my husband does not work no one makes a living at home, wong he just has not healed properly. His head even still likes dizziness, he said, yesterday in the sewing a lot because nolongin Fatur who crossed carelessly at that time. Continue ...."

"Go to the point, Miss Zaenab. I'm dizzy," interrupted Dara quickly, especially when she heard that Bu Zaenab started bringing her son, Fatur in this matter is somehow what she wants but Dara seems to have guessed it. This matre woman like Bu Zaenab must be a problem not far from money, as she said earlier.

"Hehehe, yes .. if Mbak Dara and his family are self-conscious anyway yes, heheh if I can as long as my husband can not work and provide us again, yes ... Ma'am Dara and her husband help me help, how much? Yes ... formality just take it as a sign of gratitude for saving your child." Bu Zaenab started to say smoothly without Tedeng Aling Aling again, even with his sumring he said it was as if he was asking for money from the government.

 That's right, what Dara has been thinking. Though Bu Zaenab has got a lot of money from Zaki when they are still in the hospital, and the money is not a little time is up, it is up, while the hospital fees alone are all borne by Zaki? And that thank you money? Even if there was not already given that time? Why ask again now? It's very disrespectful.

"Bu Zaenab asked for how much?" ask Dara who ultimately chose to give up, rather than his business so long and the time to hang out just because serving Bu Zaenab who he knew would not stop chasing until what he wanted he got.

 Ms. Zaenab laughed in excitement, then shifted her seat closer towards Dara with sparkling eyes.

"Not much, Ma'am Dara. Two million for this one week" he said without any hesitation.

 "What's? Two million? Make it a week?" dara was shocked.

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Malamannya.

"Lis, please help sleep the child yes. mbak a little less well, then you can go home," Dara said to Elis who was feeding the twins.

 "Ready, Ma'am. This will soon go to sleep" said Elis without any objection at all.

 Dara nodded then after saying goodbye to her son to sleep first she stepped towards her room. Just as Zaki had just come out of the bathroom with wet hair, because Dara's husband had just finished his shower after coming home from work.

"Your face is very pale, dear. Tired up?" tanya after wearing her towel kimono and approached the wife who now chose to lean on the bed while straightening her legs that felt sore.

"Yes, Mas lately so easily tired it feels. Though only the road from the terrace to the back but it feels ngosan," said Dara told what he felt.

 Zaki smiled wryly, began to massage his wife's feet gently and remained faithful to his curses. Something that is needed by women, especially wives, affection and understanding.

"Yes, what if tomorrow I ask you to stay with us for a while? Let you have the temen, someone help you too if you want anything," murmured Zaki softly, lovingly while stroking Dara's hair.

Dara nodded slowly, as if she had no strength to argue as usual because she did not feel good if it troublesome her father-in-law who was very good to her.

"As far as you are, my. But make sure first if you do not bother," he said.

 Zaki nodded, and continued to massage his wife's legs until Dara made another sound.

"Mas."

"Hmmm? Why sweetheart?" zaki asked, still with the same tenderness that always made Dara fall in love again and again with her husband.

 But the memory of what happened this afternoon made Dara unable to enjoy the warmth of her husband's nature, her heart even felt unusually upset.

"Mas, this afternoon Bu Zaenab came here and asked for money with Dara," said Dara spontaneously.

 Zaki raised his face quickly. "what? Request money? Make what?"

 Dara shrugged her shoulders. "No idea, he said for them as long as Mr. Jamal has not been able to return to work again after from the hospital. He said Mr. Jamal had not fully recovered and still needed rest so he could not work, and when he said also if their living became our responsibility, Mas. Because her husband became so because of the nolongin our child," explained Dara memgebu gebu.

 Zaki's face looked tense, it was clear that the man was currently holding back emotions.

"Where the request is no longer responsible," added Dara, "a period of two million only for one week. Kan Bu Zaenab only lives together with Mr. Jamal. My son has his own home."

"Mas did not think the same as Ms. Zaenab, but two days ago he asked ten million for the same Mas, for the same reason. The present has asked again for you," growled Zaki while clenching his hand in annoyance.