TABIR (The Actor Turns Out to be My Brother)
CHAPTERS 210. SURRENDER TO DESTINY.

"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!"

 A second after the warning sound, several people in plainclothes uniforms burst into the yard of Indi's house which was not yet in the key after selling this morning.

"Our police officer what is this?" sergeant Indi with a worried face, reflexively even in front of Fatan seemed to protect him.

 Actually Indi knew what the police were going to do, but he deliberately asked to impress not know about the arrest.

 One of the policemen took out a paper from behind his black jacket pocket and gave it to Indi.

 Indi received it with trembling hands, and read it at a glance.

"Astaghfirullah," he said.

 His tears that had been dim now returned to decay, he turned to look at Fatan who was now also the same as him.

"But why should my husband be arrested, sir? He's not wrong, I know him." Indi tried to defend Fatan.

 "Sorry, ma'am we only run the task if you want to know more details please come with us also to the office. Let brother Fatan, please cooperate and come with us. Later you can explain everything in the office," said one of the police officers who immediately led Fatan to a car parked not far from the house.

 Indi was still crying until the car carrying Fatan disappeared from the field. He did not move from his place though he could not hear the cries of roaring like most wives whose husbands were arrested by the police, just a small sobbing as hard as he tried to hold.

"Already, Nduk. Let's go in, now it's not just Fatan but there's this baby of yours who needs you too." Miss Maryam approached Indi and patted her shoulder.

 Indi turned around, in a swipe of fog that still imprinted in his eyes.

"What about Mas Fatan, Mom?"

 "We'll see her later, after all the quieter," Maryam replied after taking a deep breath.

 Indi nodded according, and went back inside the house with the mother and baby.

****

 The Dara residence.

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 "Assalamu'alaikum" said a man standing in front of Dara's house.

 No wait long, the two who were relaxing in the family room also got up and opened the door for their guests.

"Wa'alaikumsalam, you see? When did you get home from your vacation?" asked Dara after kissing the hand of the father who he knew was on vacation in China some time ago.

 Mr. Jatmika smiled and handed over some paper bags filled with by for his children and grandchildren to Dara.

"It was a few days ago, only the new father had time to come here because it was right home there was work. Understand take the cut later so the work is on the pile," kekeh Pak Jatmika while stepping in and following Dara's steps towards the family room.

 Dara chuckled then put by his father on the table, and sat his body on the sofa right next to Jatmika sir.

"Already a boss still have to apply for leave too yes if you want a vacation, hehehe where there is a time limit again. Dara thinks being a boss can take off and work at will," kekeh Dara.

 Mr. Jatmika rubbed Dara's head, more precisely scrambled her hair which this time was not covered with the hijab. Because for some time recently Dara always felt angry even though the AC in her house was already in the coldest temperature.

"Hello Opa's grandson, how are you during Opa's stay yesterday? How is your sister?". said Mr. Jatmika while gently stroking the belly of the distended Dara who several times got a kick from there.

 Mr. Jatmika smiled and then dropped a light kiss on his daughter's stomach.

"Thank God everything is healthy, sir. The twins are also good at their new school. Elis said they are more active and pinter in SD. So no need to wait anymore just need to be picked up." Dara answered.

 Mr. Jatmika mangosteen then turned his eyes towards the lighted television, showing a favorite FTV show Dara.

"Become a drink, sir. What do you want to drink?" ask Dara while standing up.

"What aja, Nduk. If there's a cold cold, thirsty it's like this father."

 Dara nodded then walked to the kitchen to make drinks for his father, it did not take long Dara was back again to where Mr. Jatmika was with a cold orange juice in his hand.

"Here, sir, drink first."

"Thank you, thank you, Nduk."

 Mr. Jatmika received the tall glass and drank the contents up to half.

"Nduk," call Mr. Jatmika makes Dara who is busy watching television turn his eyes on the father.

"What's up, sir?"

 Mr. Jatmika looked agitated, visible from his body language that suddenly became agitated.

"Sir, what's wrong? How did it get so weird, Dad?" kekeh Dara while gently patting Mr. Jatmika's arm.

 Cold sweat fell from Mr. Jatmika's forehead, even though at that time the air temperature inside Dara's house was quite cold.

"Emmmm, that .. anu .. there is, there ... emmmmm".

"What, Sir? Don't you wonder why? Cepetan by the way." Dara continued to urge his father who was pressed even seemed more nervous.

 "Sir," urged Dara again, this time deliberately put on an upset face so that the father can immediately talk. He was already very curious about what his father was trying to say.

"Ah, yes yes. Look, somebody wants .. hummm somebody wants you to talk to, nduk." Mr. Jatmika began to talk occasionally while wiping the sweat rolling on his forehead and biting his own lower lip to reduce his nervousness. But it didn't seem to have much effect, he was still nervous.

"Just talk, sir. Dara also knows how from earlier you want to talk, hunt ah this Dara Dengerin," concluded Dara tried to expand his patience, although actually upset also in making curious.

 Mr. Jatmika took a deep breath first, then exhaled slowly.

"You ... you .. do you agree that you want to marry again?" ask Mr. Jatmika with a heart.

 "What, Sir? Marry again?" dara exclaimed so shocked, even accidentally his body shifted to the back so surprised with rounded eyes and wide open mouth.

****

"Assalamu'alaikum" said Halim in a limp voice at the home of his mother, Ms. Hana.

 Ms. Hana who was ironing clothes only answered her greeting without moving from her place at all.

"Wa'alaikumsalam, mom's here."

 Halim walked gontai, towards the middle room where her mother was cool ironing while watching her favorite koyeya movie that had somehow been repeated by television broadcasts.

Brugh

 Halim dropped her body weight on the floor mattress that was deliberately placed by Bu Hana in the middle room.

"Why you? Still early in the morning the face was already tangled once rich clothes have not been ironed," asked Bu Hana without looking at her child, her eyes had since focused on the ironing and the television in front of her.

"Huaaaahhhh, Halim is tired, Mom." Halim sighed loudly while wriggling her stiff body.

 Ms. Hana is thieving. "It's tired of what the hell you are, like a hard job. Work just nempelin stethoscope to the body of the people already like work porters building you tuh."

 But Halim just turned her body and faced towards the sky of the house sky, her netra looked nanar.

"Why you? The laper? There eat first, but there is only instant noodles equal telor camel doang. Mother is cooking again," said Ms. Hana as if she did not care.

 There was the sound of the rough breathing of Halim. "No, ma. Not that, Halim's just tired."

"Capek what? Like your little boy, or don't you fight with Laila? Just be careful if you dare to hurt her heart, mother pites be your peddler Halim." Ms. Hana threatened with a straight line of eyes looking at Halim.

 Halim replace throbbing. "It's not so, ma'am. God willing, Halim knows how not to make the quarrel in the household last long. But this is a different matter, ma'am."

"How does it mean?" sela Bu Hana with a frown.

 Halim got up from her lying position, then sat down to face her mother who had now pulled the iron plug from her socket in order to hear more clearly what Halim was going to say.

 By scratching his non-itchy nape, Halim began to tell stories.

"The problem ...."

*Flashbackwas.

 A few days ago.

"Mas," called Laila in a spoiled tone for the first time after some time the gentle woman had dropped because of the difficult pregnant verdict given her doctor.

"Why, baby?"

Halim who was happy with the significant change in his wife, of course, felt immediately welcomed the change.

 And sure enough, it wasn't long before Laila started sticking to Halim. Leaned on his chest which was lying on their bed. With the position of the door closed of course, can berabe if the singles alias Elis saw the scene of the messraanya can suddenly ask for marriage later that child.

"Mas, buyin meatballs with miksu dong." Laila whined at Halim, I don't know how long the woman had been no longer whining spoiled when asking for something like this. Of course Halim is very happy, because he thought the wife would have been better condition now.

"Can, baby. Do you want someone to buy it or leave too?" halim answered softly and even made a wish like Sinden.

"You're in buyin dong, Mas. But I want Mas to go buy it on foot, can not use a car or motorcycle, the pokonya must walk and buy it near the supermarket there huh, Mas. Now yes, Mas already really want to be the problem," Laila asked with a tone of speech suddenly changed to as fast as an electric train.

 Halim herself was immediately dumbfounded to hear it, what did she say just now? Buy meatballs and miksu in front of the supermarket on foot anyway? While the car ride alone takes almost fifteen minutes to get there what if the walk? This is really a woman one.

 Seeing her husband just silent Laila immediately senewen, and the main style of women at that time is none other than and not necessarily, nambek bin sulking.

"Kok mas his face directly like that? Do you want to follow the request of your own wife? Does Laila need help from a neighbor's husband?" laila's getting upset.

  Though it was just a bluff, where maybe Laila could ask for help with her neighbor's husband. Lha wong just widowed neighbor, hahah.

 But because of the shock of the laila, Halim did not remember it and immediately became confused because she knew there would be a disaster if she let a woman sulk. Can end his life at this time also if you dare to make trouble with women who incidentally is his wife who despite being famous for her softness but still her name is female.

"I-yeah baby, yes Mas buyin now yes. Don't sulk so dong.". Halim tried to maintain his life well with the wife who is currently still putting on a pouting face typical of women.

 But Laila instead snorted and threw her face the other way.

"No! I don't want it anymore!"

 Halim rubbed his face.

"Abis deh," his inner heart, of course did not dare to express it directly. Want to be more tortured by his wife if you dare to argue.

"So what do you want, baby?" halim asked trying not to get emotional. Facing a lambs up woman should be gentle, calm and emotionless. If you don't want to end up in silence for a week and have to do everything yourself for that long as well.

 Laila seemed to think for a moment, then said tightly to Halim.

"Soto chicken, same avocado juice ".

"Where do you want to buy it, baby?". Halim immediately closed her mouth when she realized she had just opened a new trap for herself.

 Laila glanced at him with a slanted grin on her lips.

 Halim smiled resignedly, realizing he could not come out of his own trap again.

"Near the park, may I? Which many fried sellers, all buy fried sweet potatoes filled with brown sugar, yes, Mas." Laila smiled sweetly, but not with Halim the smile she showed was clearly bitter and forced.

'astaga, it's even an hour's drive from here, ' Halim lamented inwardly.

 Laila was still watching Halim when she left in flip-flops to buy Laila's food. Thin flip-flops that are also a request of Laila to wear them.

*flashback end's.

"Buahahahaa," Bu Hana's laughter broke after Halim finished with the story.

 Halim frowned when she was watched by her mother, especially her mother's laughter looks so sincere to the edges.

"Keep you really walk to the city park just buyin Laila soto ayam?" asked Bu Hana after she was satisfied to laugh.

 "Well, Miss Laila asked him so. Yes almost two hours Halim walk there, it's only just got here again."

"You left at dawn?"

"Nope, Mom. Yesterday."