TABIR (The Actor Turns Out to be My Brother)
CHAPTER 212. LAUGHTER BEHIND THE CRYING.

 Preparations for the seven-monthly event at Dara and Zaki's house began to look, the tent tent that will be used to welcome guests in the yard has also begun to be built.

 Neighbors also came, helping as much as they thought they could help while huddling of course.

"Mbak," call Indi closer while laying her baby near Dara who is sitting on the living room couch watching the twins playing with Elis.

"ins? Have you come yet? Which mother?" dara asked with a flat face.

 Indi sat down, a smile echoing him.

"To the back, Ma'am said he wanted to help other mothers. How did you daydream from earlier?" ask Indi pula.

 Dara smiled slightly, while stroking the cheeks of baby Indi who now opened her eyes wide and looked to and fro was very adorable.

"Well you give me the name of this beautiful boy, In?" said Dara who even diverted the conversation.

 Indi smiled bitterly, trying to understand Dara's change of attitude to her. Maybe Dara was disappointed but did not want to show it clearly.

"Not yet, Ma'am. Possibly ... You have a good name for Dedek?"

 Without taking her eyes off the baby, Dara began to lift her tiny body. Close the baby's face to her face and kiss her cheeks gently. Then put it in a sling.

"It's your right to give your baby a good name, In. Try to search on google there must be many good and meaningful baby name names for your child," Dara suggested still with a flat tone.

 Indi nodded in agreement. "But .. doesn't his father have the same right to give his son's name, Ma'am?" ask Indi though afraid of fear.

 Dara sighed, putting the baby Indi back onto the sofa with a heart. Then staring at the netra of his sister was fixed.

"Yes, In for that one you're right. But, if you ask for help Maak to be free Mas Fatan, sorry Mbak do not want, In. Have you forgotten how Mas Fatan betrayed you? And now he's back with a new problem again, no. In sorry Ma'am can't help you with your request yesterday" said Dara firmly and straightforwardly.

 Indi fell silent, he knew what Dara was doing just because she loved him as a sister sincerely. But on the other hand, Indi also believes her husband she knows Fatan will definitely not do what people accuse her of if not forced. But Indi did not dare to say it, it was enough that he wished on others and troubled Dara. Indi is determined to solve his problem and Fatan himself after this.

 After helping Dara's house was over, Indi and Miss Maryam said goodbye to go home. Dara allows and warns Indi and Bu Maryam not to come late tomorrow because the event will start in the morning. Even the decorations for the event baby insurance Indi has been made just waiting for the name that will be pinned Indi on the princess and Indi said he will look for it first and will tell Dara later tonight.

"Rest first, In so that tomorrow is not tired fitting the event. " Mrs Maryam commemorates Indi who at that time seemed to be busy preparing in her room.

"No papa, Mom. Oh yes Ma'am, Indi wants permission to go to the police station huh, ma'am."

"You what? Don't tell me you want to look at Fatan?" sniffing Miss Maryam was not happy.

 Indi nodded. "Yes, Mom, don't you, Mom? Mas Fatan also has the right to an Indian baby, Mom must be at least Mas Fatan also want to give a name to our baby. Yes, Ms. Indi went there to tell the news of Fatan that tomorrow his tasyakuran event is deducting all asking him to give his name to his son." Indi persuaded his mother with a hearty tone.

 Ms. Maryam seemed to think for a moment, after weighing up at last Miss Maryam allowed the indi to visit Fatan in prison.

"But wait a minute," interrupted Maryam when she saw Indi preparing with a baby sling on her body.

"Why, Mom?" tanya Indi undoes her intention to hold her little daughter who has now started to laugh.

"Would you like to take your baby?"

 Indi nodded. "Yes, Mom. Mas Fatan must have missed his son too, right? What's wrong with Indi finding them, Mom? All Indi also want to know the development of the case Mas Fatan how."

 Miss Maryam sighed softly. "Yes, I'll come along then. Later you bother bringing your son alone again so. What happens on the road? Your son is still a baby."

 Indi put on a smile with his chest filled with a feeling of pleasure. No wait long finally they have been in an online taxi that was ordered to take them to the police station.

 Along the way, Indi was very happy because she would soon meet her husband. Husband who has been suing her but still occupies the highest throne in her heart until now, whether what her name is clear Indi wants to always trust her husband as he believes himself.

 Arriving there, Indi and Miss Maryam immediately expressed their intention to visit Fatan. They were taken to a special room where families could visit inmates in prison.

"Rully, Mother?" call Fatan in a tone of disbelief, especially when he saw his baby in the sling of Miss Maryam, looking at him with a big smile as if welcoming him.

"Mas," greeted Indi with a big smile on her face, giving her hand to kiss Fatan's hand.

 But Fatan pulled his hand and backed away. "Dirty gas, just a minute wash your hands first. I want to hold our son."

 Indi smiled and nodded quickly, as fast as Fatan who ran towards the bathroom inmate to wash his hands.

 After returning to the place where Indi was waiting for earlier, Fatan quickly asked the baby from the hands of Miss Maryam.

 Actually, Miss Maryam was reluctant to give her grandson to Fatan, but because Indi nodded her head with a pleading gaze finally Bu Maryam resigned and gave her favorite baby into the arms of the father.

 Fatan looked very happy to hold the baby, in kissed back times the face of a baby girl who was very similar to him.

 After a while to let Fatah vent the longing for his baby then Indi conveyed his intention to Fatan.

"Mas, how's your case going here?" tanya Indi opened the conversation. While Miss Maryam just silently stared unwillingly at her grandson who was now laughing in the arms of Fatan.

 A torrent of sadness slowly appeared on Fatan's face which began to grow thin sideburns. "Some, it looks like Mas will serve the sentence until the person who is the mastermind of all this is arrested. The police are investigating the case more deeply, hopefully there is a bright spot, just pray yes."

 Indi nodded and pulled the corners of his lips to form an arch.

"There is actually something I want to convey Mas," said Indi to shorten the time, considering the time of this visit is very limited.

 Fatan raised his face in dismay. "Do you want to sue Mas for divorce?"

 Indi laughed and shook his head. "No, it's not that. It's about our baby, who'd you like to name him?"

 Slowly the look of sadness faded from the face of Fatan, changing the look of joy even though it was just a sweet smile that he directed at the baby.

"You gave birth to her, baby. That means you're actually more entitled to give our baby a name." Fatan monologues, rubbing the cheeks of the baby who is now laughing to see him and trying to reach his face.

 Fatan took a deep breath, then after thinking for a moment he replied.

"I-Inara .. What about Inara?"

 Indi smiled widely and nodded instantly. "Good name, Mom. Inara, very nice and .. beautiful to hear."

 Fatan nodded and kissed his son again.

"For the full name you can find a suitable one, In. Who knew you'd want to name your granddaughter?" tanya Fatan threw a question at Miss Maryam.

 Indi also looked at his mother with hope, so that his mother who had been silent since was willing to open her voice once.

"Sorry, visiting time is up. Brother Fatan must return to the cell."

 A police officer approached them and made the unfinished family discussion have to stop because of it.

  Indi let out a heavy sigh, actually she still wanted to chat longer with her husband about many things. But there is a condition that is not possible at this time, so with a heavy heart Indi and Bu Maryam went home after promising Fatan will often visit his cell to visit him, Fatan also left a greeting for Dara and her children as well as a thank you for being kind enough to make a tasyakuran event for the princess, Inara.

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"Well, that's a great name, In. God willing, her child will be as beautiful as her name, yes" said Dara on the night before the Indi event to visit to help what could be helped, if possible, but Dara forbid and instead invited him to sit and see the person who was working on decorations for his children's clothing Indi, while making the name of his son to be on display in the middle of the decoration.

"Inara hazaifah shaki"

 It's really a beautiful name, a name that is also a gift from Bu Maryam and indi at the back of the main name. Beautify an official name embedded in the baby who has a thick black mane on his head.

 "God willing, I hope that name can bring good to Inara himself. Keep him away from the despicable nature like the mistakes his mother had made in the past" Indi said expectantly.

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 Somewhere else.

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"Sir," called Elis from outside the door of his sister's room, Laila.

 Her neat appearance with a fairly fragrant perfume that accompanies her current night. Elis himself seemed to smile at his own smile since then while looking at his cellphone and knocking on Laila's room door nonstop.

Tuk

Tuk

Tuk

 Elis frowned as the knock on the door changed, whether it was a sign that Laila's bedroom door had a personal tone when she was knocked.

But before long the question was answered, Elis pulled his hand with a horse's grin on his face.

"Eh, Mas Halim." Elis chuckled amusedly when he realized that the door had been opened and his hand was knocking on his sister-in-law's forehead.

 With his manyun lips Halim looked at the annoyed Elis. "What's wrong? Your mama's craving it again, you persuaded the same Mas want to go out first."

 Halim stepped out of the house and walked on foot with the nyeker, aka barefoot walking down the courtyard.

"Mr?" call Elis while he bows his head into Laila's room.

 Laila was sitting in front of the window blowing on a soap balloon. I don't know since these few days Laila's behavior has indeed become rather random, probably contracting Halim since becoming his wife .

"Such a smell to you, Lis? Where you going?" laila asked without turning around at all, still busy with soap balloons blowing up small balloon balloons into the air out there.

"To Dara's house, Ma'am. Oh yes, Mbak Dara also ngundang Mbak same Mas Halim tomorrow to come to his seven-monthly event at home, come yes mbak." Elis glanced at her appearance in the mirror of Laila's room, making sure that her clothes were tidy.

"Ooh, okay."

Short, solid and clear. That's the only answer that came out of Laila's lips, indeed in addition to being a bit strange Laila's behavior is also a bit quiet now also rarely talk about what makes it so.

"Mom! Why is it so strange like this? Don't be like this either, Ma'am. Rarely speaking, the strange behavior is actually Mbak why the hell? Elis's oath can be crazy, Ma'am if Mbak like this continues," the nagging Elis who can't stand a day just don't hear his brother's voice nagging, nagging, for him, Laila's omelette was like a drug that made him excited about the day, like when there was still his mother first.

 Laila's silence made her like an orphan again, silent without anyone noticing.

 Laila let out a sigh, placed the soap balloon container she asked for this morning on Halim and turned to look at Elis.

"Mbak .. just want to feel the feeling of being pregnant, Lis. In honey, in spoiled, acting random and strange, has a strange cravings, yes. Mbak just trying to cover the heartache and sadness mbak with all this, in this way Mbak it feels a little comforted," said Laila with a cloudy stroke incarnated on his face.

 Elis was stunned, unable to say what. She knew her brother must be sad, especially some time to the back Elis had seen some test strips with a line one adorning the trash can in his sister's room, and then she saw some test strips with a line one adorning the trash can, it is very obvious that Laila really wants a child present in her womb as soon as possible. But alas, the Almighty has not diridhoi desire it, but I don't know how many drugs and herbal fruits are consumed Laila in order to get pregnant. It's too bad Elis saw it, but .. what can he do?.

 "Yes, Ma'am then ... Elis is leaving, help. Ma'am don't forget to say Mas Halim the same mother as well, let tomorrow come to the house Mbak Dara." Elis reminded and tried to divert the conversation so that Laila would no longer be sad.

 Laila simply nodded, snatched back her soap balloon container and returned with her position earlier when Elis had just walked into her room. And before long, dozens of tiny soap balloon balloons re-coloured the air around their homes.

 Elis stepped out of Laila's room, closing the door slowly so as not to make a sound. Let Laila with all her behavior at this time, the most important thing is that she does not try to end her life because she is unable to withstand the reflection of people against her. Letting Laila enjoy life in her chosen way was Elis' choice to keep her brother at ease.

When Elis had just set foot in the courtyard of the house, he was surprised by the number of food vendors who suddenly started in his yard. Just below the lush mango tree covered the yard.

"Astaghfiullah? What's the matter?" exclaimed Elis shocked.