TABIR (The Actor Turns Out to be My Brother)
CHAPTERS 208. ANGKARA.

  Ms. Zaenab ran after her husband who was walking quickly to their house, not only got there Mr. Jamal with an angry face seemed to enter the room and began to tear apart the teak wood cabinets that became the storage of clothes and their important files, he said, no exception to money.

"Sir, sir. Please listen to me first, it's not what you think." Ms. Zaenab threw herself under the feet of her husband who seemed to be dropping all their clothes from the closet to scattered on the floor.

 Ms. Zaenab was not out of her mind, she tightly hugged Mr. Jamal's legs until the old man whose head was still wrapped in bandages had difficulty moving freely.

"Take off my legs, Mom." Mr. Jamal tried to jerk Ms. Zaenab's body so as not to block her movement.

 But Ms. Zaenab cried even sobbing as if here she was the most zolimized.

"Huhuhuhu .. Can you not listen to me for a moment? Mom's not what you think she's doing because she cares about our family!" exclaim Bu Zaenab started a new drama.

 Mr. Jamal sighed, trying to regain his sanity because he could not bear to see the cry of his wife who had been with him since twenty years ago.

"You're embarrassing me, Mom." Mr. Jamal flinched, dropping into a bed that was only a few steps from the front of the closet. While Ms. Zaenab has removed her grip on Mr. Jamal's leg.

 Ms. Zaenab was stunned, approached and re-hugged her husband's leg while laying his head on Mr. Jamal's lap even though Mr. Jamal seemed to throw his face in the other direction.

"I'm sorry, sir, you had to."

"What do you mean, ma'am? You lied to blackmail Zaki and Dara's family. Though they have been so kind to pay all the hospital fees yesterday and also give us a pocket while there. The money is not even small, Mom is still enough for me to survive for several weeks without working. And now? What did you see? Huh uh? Mother asked them for more money in the name of the father, Mom? I don't think you can go that far." Mr. Jamal vented all his frustration that had been pendam to his wife since, Ms. Zaenab quietly listened with a wet face full of tears to wet the glove pants that were being worn by Mr. Jamal because of his position that was laying his head on his lap.

"Mom, I'm just afraid we're lacking, sir" Isak Bu Zaenab tried to defend himself.

"Who can you directly judge that we will be deficient, Mom? All has been arranged by Gusti Allah SWT, even the rest of the money that was given by Zaki and Dara is still very enough for us, he said, after all, soon the father also has fully healed and can work again. What are you really worried about, Mom? Why are you so petty that you blackmail others under the pretext of retribution?" jakak Pak Jamal was angry, really upset and inexhaustible with the behavior of his wife who became increasingly so.

  Ms. Zaenab no longer replied, only her cries were still heard occasionally. With an erratic feeling Mr. Jamal lifted the head of Ms. Zaenab and moved it to the mattress while he himself got up and went straight back to the closet which most of the contents have now moved to the floor with the arrangement it's been random scrambles.

"Now tell me, ma'am where the money you requested from Dara and Zaki yesterday."

 Ms. Zaenab rose with perfectly rounded eyes. "What do you want, sir?"

 Without looking, Jamal replied. "I'll give it back to them, it's not our right. Very shameless if to eat the money while previously their families have even given excessive gratitude."

"But, Mr ...."

"Say where the money is! Don't make me angry and forget that you're still my wife, Mom!" snapped Mr. Jamal hard to make Bu Zaenab gasp in shock and even had to peg a few seconds because of surprise.

 For the first time the husband snapped at him because he was more defending his neighbor, even as fatal as Bu zaenab's fault, Mr. Jamal would only gently advise him without harsh words and hard words at all. Until now when for the first time Ms. Zaenab heard her husband's loud words she immediately felt as if her heart had stopped beating for a few seconds.

"You want to say or I'll take this cupboard down and I'll throw away all your clothes in it, ma'am? Have you gone from this house back to your parents' house? I'm sick of it, Mom, tired of all that you can't seem to fix anymore, I'm tired! I'm so tired, even almost arrived in our old age you still haven't changed? Why, Mom? Why?" Mr. Jamal began to fall into confusion, so heavy the burden that he apparently carried himself all this time. All yawn today, all he put out today in front of the wife who has been so in his ayomiya but absolutely can not change his behavior, arrogant, arrogant, high heart also likes to take advantage of others by selling the goodness of her husband who is actually done sincerely.

 Ms. Zaenab is dumbstruck, not daring to answer a single broken item. Her tongue was twisted and could only look at her husband's trembling back.

"You just shut up, Mom? Well don't blame you for acting any rougher than this."

Mr. Jamal started moving, took out the rest of the clothes that were still arranged in the closet roughly and did not forget to check each fold to find where Dara and Zaki's money actually belonged to his wife.

 All the clothes had moved out of the closet, still not found the money. Mr. Jamal was not out of his mind in the drawer drawer that was there, until finally his eyes were pounded on a pile of red money hidden behind a blank white sheet of paper.

 At get the money without missing a piece of stuff, though, then without saying Mr. Jamal walked quickly out of his house to go to the house Zaki right next to his house just bordering the wall and a small garden owned by Dara which planted lemongrass trees for cooking.

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 The door of Dara's house was locked, Mr. Jamal tried to call the owner of the house by shouting.

"Mbak Dara! Zaki sir!"

 After the third call, the main door of Dara's house opened, from there came Bu Ambar who apparently had not returned home.

"What's up, sir?" tanyanyaa with a flat tone, as flat as his face that does not feel a problem with Mr. Jamal, he said, unless it is his wife Bu Zaenab can be sure that Bu Ambar will put on a face of horror ready to pounce on his prey.

 Without asking much more, Ms. Ambar unlocked the fence and then closed it again after Mr. Jamal entered. He had also warned Dara and Zaki not to let the gate open just like that because he was worried that guests would not be invited to continue to undermine them later.

"The zak is still there, isn't it, ma'am?" ask Mr. Jamal while walking hand in hand with Bu Ambar to the terrace of Dara's house.

 Miss Ambar nodded. "there, let me call you first. Please wait here."

 Mr. Jamal nodded, while Bu Ambar stepped back into the house and soon returned with Zaki whose appearance now looked neater because he had taken a bath before.

"Sir Jamal?" Zaki sat on the terrace next to Mr. Jamal, while Bu Ambar chose to stand next to him.

 Mr. Jamal smiled faintly, taking out a wad of money from the shirt he was wearing and putting it on the table right in front of Zaki.

"What is this, Mr Jamal?" zaki asked pretending not to understand, when in fact he could guess the famous middle-aged man's good heart.

"I want to return the money that my wife asked for, Mr. Zaki. I represent my wife, apologizing profusely to Mr. Zaki and Mbak Dara who must have felt bothered by my wife, I." Mr. Jamal said while looking down, it is still very heavy in his heart when considering how embarrassed his wife when asking for the money especially to sell his name and kindness to the effect that Mr. Jamal did not sincerely do it all.

"Oh my goodness, sir. The father was originally very good how can I get a soul mate like the Zaenab? Not at all suitable," Bu Ambar's cerocos which is getting furious with Bu Zaenab's behavior is very inversely proportional to the husband.

 Mr. Jamal silently did not answer, allowing others to judge what it looked like. After all explain everything to people who clearly do not like it will only waste free time. But the other reason Mr. Jamal is silent is of course because what Bu Ambar said is true and it is the fact that it is, and Bu Ambar is not the first person to say that.

"Sir?" Zaki turned to Jamal who looked uncomfortable, probably because of his mother's words. I thought so Zaki, but he also could not defend because what Bu Ambar said was true.

"I'm sorry for my wife's behavior, Zak. I'm ashamed to remember his behavior." Mr. Jamal said without lifting his face from a lowered position.

"Yes, sir I'm sorry. But ... If what Bu Zaenab said is true I will make this money for the father, it is true that I and my family have a debt of gratitude to the father. My son made you this way, and it's appropriate that we take responsibility" concluded Zaki sage.

 Mr. Jamal shook his head quickly as he moved both his hands to the right and to the left .

"No, Zaki! Even the money you gave before while still in the hospital is still there and still enough if only for our needs. After all we just live alone in that house, won't need too much money."

"Then the father's medicine?" sela Bu Ambar is curious.

 Mr. Jamal seemed to be frowning. "Medicine? What medicine, Mom?"

"This, Mr. Jamal . When asking us for money, Ms. Zaenab also said that the money was to buy medicine for my father because my father still often felt sick, even he said last night he was in pain because he ran out of medicine," terang Zaki continued his mother's words.

 Mr. Jamal looks stroking the chest while beristighfar. "Nothing, Mr. Zaki. Even since I was out of the hospital and the medicine from there was exhausted I never again took the drug, because yes because I already feel better. Just to remove this bandage I'm still afraid, because of trauma look at the stitches."

 Zaki and Bu Ambar seemed to shake their heads hearing Mr. Jamal's testimony. One more truth that is revealed from all that exists, indeed Ms. Zaenab is really outrageous in making up stories just for money.

 Not wanting to prolong the matter anymore, Zaki finally smiled and said he had forgiven Bu Zaenab's actions to him and his family. Makes Mr. Jamal relieved after hearing it.

"Then this is the money I received, sir. But later such as you need and can not work again, you just say yes. Later I can love as you need," said Zaki with a gentle smile, giving confidence to the middle-aged man who he thought was more trustworthy than his wife.

"Of course, that's an easy matter. Try to count the money first, Zaki I had not had time, fearing that there was already in use with my wife," said Jamal later.

 Zaki nodded, then began to calculate the red sheet in his hand meticulously. But a few moments later his forehead began to appear deep wrinkled, while recalculating the sheet but even up to five times the number remained less than it should be.

"Why, Zaki? What ... is less money?" ask Mr. Jamal started was was.

 Zaki looked at the old eye fixedly, then forced to nod because he did not want to lie. Everything has to be transparent here.

"Astaghfirullah, does that mean the money has been used by my wife?" mumbled Mr. Jamal again can only stroke the chest.

"How much less, Zaki? Try to count well first," added Bu Ambar who has been listening since.

 Zaki waved the money in front of him with a bitter smile.

 "Five million, Bun. Her total was twelve million, first ten million from Zaki and yesterday Dara said she loved two million. And now this amount of money is only seven million."

"Astaghfirullah, O Allah, you are too much, Zaenab." Mr. Jamal muttered softly, his old netra seemed to condense while pressing his chest pressure to reduce the inflamed tightness.