TABIR (The Actor Turns Out to be My Brother)
CHAPTERS 209. GONE AWAY.

 After Mr. Jamal who went to Dara's house, Ms. Zaenab did not stay still in the grab of an old suitcase that was on top of the wooden cabinet. In the descent with great difficulty and in the notya while driving the dust that scattering out once the suitcase is open.

"Huk, uhuk." Ms. Zaenab coughed in the thick dust, after the dust was slightly reduced she smiled when she found a black plastic package that was still neat in there.

 "Thank God" he hissed, then without wasting any more time, Ms. Zaenab took a few pairs of her clothes and put them in a suitcase.

 And then walked quickly out of the house with a tense face, afraid that the husband had come home and caught him who was about to run away from home.

"Huh, it's good to have it all back. Fortunately I had anticipated last night by securing some of the money, there was at least the result I asked from the bo doh family. Hah, now it's time to leave, it's no use for me here anymore. Basic husband don't know in profit ! It's good that I want to take care of when sick, now even want to be good-ass again all the money I've asked for with difficulty," murmured bu zaenab while continuing to walk away from his house, occasionally he turned back to make sure Mr. Jamal had not returned to their home.

 After a short walk, Bu Zaenab arrived at the edge of a large road, he planned to book a taxi online and went to the house of one of his children who now lives on the city border with his small family.

 The taxi that was ordered arrived, and Ms. Zaenab rushed into it leaving her house and Mr. Jamal just for a little money that was now in her suitcase.

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 Meanwhile, Mr. Jamal who had just returned from Dara's house immediately looked for Zaenab, his wife in the house. Traveling from room to room but never finding his wife anywhere.

"Astaghfirullah, zaenab. What have you done, why are you so greedy now, Nab? I'm ashamed, nab. I'm ashamed," sobbed Mr. Jamal while dropping his body weight on the living room sofa while holding his head that suddenly felt dizzy.

 Still can't believe that his wife can leave with money that is not her right, money that is forcibly demanded by selling her kindness.

"Where are you going, Nab? You have to give back the money, it's not your money" said Mr. Jamal again as he picked up his phone from the table and began dialing his wife's phone number.

 Tut

Tut

Tut

"Sorry, the number you are heading to is not active or out of reach please try a few more moments."

 Clique

The call was cut off after the operator's voice sounded loud in Mr. Jamal's ear. Not desperate, Mr. Jamal began calling his son who lived in one city but different districts with him. But the result is the same, because Bu Zaenab did not leave the house for long and certainly did not reach the house of one of his children.

 After asking his children to preach it if later their mother returned to the house of one of them, Mr. Jamal turned off the phone and threw his body on the couch, took a deep breath and closed his heavy eyes.

"May you be well, Nab. May the Gusti Allah SWT give you the opportunity to restore the rights of others," muttered Mr. Jamal before entering his dreamland, ending the drama that made both his physical and psychic become tired.

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Somewhere else.

" In, I want to talk to you." Miss Maryam approached Indi who was cleaning the box of siss cake boxes and put the cake that did not run out into the plate for them to eat themselves.

"What's up, Mom? Just say, Indi while washing this yes." point Indi at the pile of plastic boxes and some dirty kitchen utensils in the sink.

 Ms. Maryam nodded and took her place on the dining table chair while facing Indi.

"What's up, Mom? He said he wanted to talk? How did you stay quiet from now on?" indi asked again after a while the mother only fell silent while looking at her with a pushy look.

 Miss Maryam took a deep breath and went back to exhaling slowly. "Mom's scared, in."

 Indi's frown furrowed, he turned to look at his mother's wrinkled face.

"Fearful? What does mother mean?"

 Miss Maryam raised her face to look into Indi's fixed eyes, her eyes looked foggy.

"Until when are we gonna hide him here? I don't want us to get in trouble because of him, in."

 This time replace Indi who sighed, he then ended the activity of washing it and wiping his wet hands to his own clothes. Then sit down in front of his mother.

"Mom, Indi knows mom's anxiety. But ... Indi can't do anything, ma'am. Mas Fatan is still Indi's husband. He's the father of Indi's daughter, Indi who couldn't make it to prison, Mom."

 Miss Maryam threw a glance in the other direction, disappointed look was very clear in her eyes.

"Aren't you thinking about the consequences, In? You and we could also go to jail for hiding a fugitive!" miss Maryam's screams are frustrated.

 Indi lowered his head, squeezing his own fingers by biting his lower lip.

"The mind knows it, Ma'am .. but ...."

"But what else, Indi? He even betrayed you, and now you're protecting him at the expense of your mother and your baby daughter, you want us to go to jail just for protecting Fatan?" jutted Miss Maryam with a high tone.

 Indi was getting bowed, he did not dare to answer his mother's question. His mother was right, he should not hide Fatan which is clearly one of the search list of people who even had time to get into the news on television. But stupidly Indi even asked him to stay in the house, so as not to be arrested by the police.

"The bass in the trap, In. The chicken noodle seller was apparently a drug dealer, he said Mas just deliver the package that he had Peking neatly to somewhere and Mas will be paid handsomely so that Mas can go home. But apparently Mas was tricked after the package until Mas was not even given a penny but instead chased after the police because of the face of Mas who was caught on camera cctv when giving the package. So the mas in thought of the drug city,". explained Fatan at that time.

 Indi who at that time did not want to have a husband of an inmate immediately took the initiative to hide Fatan in his home. Because he was afraid that the child would be embarrassed if people knew his father had been in prison.

"Now you choose, Indi. Your mother and baby or the Fatan who will remain in this house?" hardik Bu Maryam awakened Indi from her daydream.

 Indi gasped first when he saw that Miss Maryam was ready to hold her baby with her face wet with tears. His eyes showed that his words were not playing.

"Mom, Mom please don't do this, Mom. Indi please don't give Indi a hard choice." Indi tried to reach his mother but swiftly Bu Maryam away until the indi can only catch the wind.

 Indi covered her mouth with her hands, tears slowly flooding her cheeks.

"Mom, please. Poor baby Indi, Mom."

Miss Maryam shook her head. "If you feel sorry for your baby, now also drive that man of no standing out of this house, and ask him to drop his talons for you so that you can be free of him. I'm sick of all this, Indi!".

 Indi tergugu, could not answer the words of his mother. Her body limp slumped to the floor, until Miss Maryam turned and turned her body from before her.

"Well, I take that as an answer. Hope you don't regret your choice, Indi. Remember, I've been trying to warn you."

 Miss Maryam stepped her feet towards the exit while holding baby Indi who fortunately remained calm even though Bu Maryam had shouted and screamed at Indi. Miss Maryam kissed the girl's forehead affectionately before they left the house.

 But , had not had the foot of Miss Maryam touched the floor terrace as far as the sound stopped her steps.

"Wait, Mom!"

 Miss Maryam turned around, there at the kitchen door leading to the backyard where there was a warehouse Fatan used to hide the man standing. With a face full of regret holding back the departure of Miss Maryam.

"Don't go, Mom." Fatan said again, this time with his hand held back Miss Maryam's steps.

 Miss Maryam sighed, at the pull of her legs that had almost touched the terrace floor to enter the house again.

"What more do you want? Sorry we have to leave, we do not want to share the consequences if later the police managed to find your whereabouts, let your wife alone will accept all the consequences as long as not my granddaughter. She's a baby and I don't know what, I'm afraid the police will take her because her mother went to jail for hiding you."

 Fatan lowered his head rubbing his face rough and looked at Bu Maryam fixedly.

"All right, Fatan's leaving, ma'am."

"Mass?" sela Indi while turning to look at the man who honestly still inhabits the recesses of her heart.

 Fatan turned his head and nodded faintly. "Mom's right, I don't know myself. I shouldn't have come and continue to bring trouble for you. Sorry, I'm sorry, In."

"But what if that cop catches you, Mas?" ask Indi again.

 Fatan shook his head slowly and slowly walked closer to Indi and aligned his body with Indi's body which was still slipping on the floor and covered in tears. While Miss Maryam only saw everything in silence, did not intend to talk again in the slightest.

" Look, I'll be fine. Although later maybe Mas will be arrested, but Mas will explain everything to the police hopefully they will listen if Mas is just trapped. Mas did not know that the contents of the package box were drugs," said Fatan while holding Indi's hand.

Indi raised his face staring fixedly at the Netra Fatan which also condensed.

"What about Intan? Can't you ask for her or her mother's help? Are they not rich? They will definitely help free Mas. They could hire a good lawyer to defend Mas."

 Fatan shook his head again, touching Indi's head gently.

"No, I can't even accept Intan as a wife. For Mas Mas Mas wife yes only you, indi. And until whenever Mas will never ask for help from Intan and his family, after all they also do not know where the limb is now."

 Haru enveloped Indi's heart, when he heard the words of Fatan that he knew were sincere from his heart. Moreover, the gentle gaze that he had longed for was now looking so sincerely looking at him.

 With a sob still there Indi hit Fatan and hugged him as tightly as he could.

 Fatan hugged her back, and while looking at Miss Maryam who was also looking at them.

"Sorry, Mom. But for the mother's request to divorce Indi, Fatan will never be able to, Mom. Fatan loves Indi, loves Indi and our son very much. Trust me, Fatan's only in the trap."

 Miss Maryam rubbed the corner of her watery eyes and returned to throw away her face without answering a word.

 Fatan did not force Ms. Maryam to say yes, but from the face of Ms. Maryam, Fatan knew that her mother-in-law was certainly the same as not wanting her son to be a widow.

 Indi broke his embrace and cupped onto Fatan's two shoulders.

" Where are you going? You don't even have any acquaintances in town anymore? "

 Fatan tried to attract his smile, then menjwil nose pointed Indi which is the legacy of his late father.

"You forgot that Mas used to work in an office? Later Mas will try to visit a friend of Mas's office first, who knows one of them is willing to accommodate Mas temporarily, who knows, or if you are lucky, hopefully someone will give a loan to Mas can go back to the village."

  Highlight Indi's eyes exuded relief. "Alright, I hope everything you plan can go smoothly. I believe you're not wrong."

 They stood up, and Fatan bailed for a while to retrieve his belongings which he had left in the barn where he had rested before this.

 Fatan returned with a bag that was dirty and shabby on his shoulders, the condition looks very sad than when he was kicked out of the house Dara because he prefers Indi.

"Mom, Fatan's got Indi and our baby. Please take care of them until Fatan can solve all these problems and come back to you without bringing any problems" Fatan said as he greeted his mother-in-law.

 But Miss Maryam brushed off her hand and glared. "There's no need to tell me your wife and son will be safer with me, isn't that proven?"

 Fatan smears a small smile, justifying Miss Maryam's words.

 Then he turned to Indi who had not finished crying since. Fatan raised his hand, wiping away the melted tears that wet his wife's cheeks.

"Pretty first yes, keep the good grandpa well. I promise I will resolve this issue as soon as possible and come back to you" Fatan said softly.

 But just finishing his speech, they were shocked by the noise coming from the front of the fence.

"Don't move! Our brother caught it!"