TABIR (The Actor Turns Out to be My Brother)
CHAPTER 213. PROPOSALS.

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.

Halim who had just appeared barefoot just silent, his eyes seemed to scan the entirety of a flattened merchant was a street hawker hawker who used to hang out on the side of the road or in front of the shophouse.

"Gee, it's finally here!"

Laila ran barefoot to the merchants, with the face of the Sumringah began to choose the snacks that were rented by them.

"Sir, what's going on?" elis asked, trailing the brother.

Laila who was chewing on a fried sausage covered in sauce replied with her mouth full.

"Mbak wants to eat snacks like this but directly from the seller, uh directly in searchin all the same Mas Halim. So good about Halim? Later you if you find a rich husband Mas halim, El yummy in manjainnya not bear."

Elis was stunned, for a moment he looked at his brother-in-law who was currently sitting near the Boba drink seller whose wagon was pushed into the courtyard of Laila's house. Elis knew the Boba seller was selling in front of a minimarket that was outside the housing and somehow Halim could bring these sellers home.

"Hey, what kind of night market is this? How about rame once?" Tegur Bu Hana who just came out of his house while carrying a glass of tea that he planned to drink on the terrace while enjoying the afternoon air.

Seeing the many food merchants in the courtyard of her daughter-in-law's house, Ms. Hana undoes her intentions. He placed a glass of tea on the terrace table and stepped into the courtyard of Laila's house.

"Order it, Mom this is all Halim bought.". Halim told while playing her phone casually.

Ms. Hana sontak. "What's? You bought everything?"

Halim nodded lightly, as if what she was doing was right.

"Your real mom? Has this been bought?" elis stared in disbelief.

"Yes already, seriously can ask the seller if you do not believe. If not, what do they want to bring here to nurutin ngidamnya Laila?" Answer Halim as it is, because all of it is actually Laila's desire that reaches bela belain cambek origin his desire was followed.

Elis and Bu Hana were compactly staring at one seller of sausage and fried pegs that are currently the place where Laila tongkrongan. The woman who was previously sad while blowing the soap balloon now looks cheerfully enjoying fried sausage and various other fried foods in her hands. There was not the slightest trace of sadness on his face, not even the rest was left.

"Mangs? Was it true that my sister-in-law said that? All this ... has he bought?" elis asked the fried sausage seller who was busy frying his wares again.

While wiping away the sweat dripping on his forehead, the fried sausage seller raised his thumb with a distinctive smile on his face.

"Yes, neng. Actually, all have been in the same wholesale Mas that's why I'm the same temen others want to be here to sell food," concluded the success for Elis and Bu Hana gawking.

Ms. Hana threw a gaze at Halim who was still enjoying the brown ice Boba in her hand with her eyes fixed on the phone in front of her. I don't know what's working, maybe buying and selling shares bankrupt as a side.

"Religious? This ... It's ...."

Halim squinted her eyes. "No papa, ma'am once took a wife.".

"Yes yes, but .. time ...."

"It doesn't run out of money, ma'am. Anyway the origin of Laila seneng insyaallah Halim windfall still ngalie continue. Take it easy, the mother's part has been separated Halim kok will not be reduced." Halim cut her mother's words with ease, feeling great because she was able to carry the mandate of Bu Hana to pamper Laila well.

Ms. Hana shook her head, near her Halim and snatched her cell phone from her hand.

"If you talk about it again at see, instead of even busy yourself just hape!" hardik Bu Hana and raised the phone high so that Halim could only whip up irritated, scowling without daring to fight back.

"Yes yes, Mom sorry."

  Ms. Hana clucked softly, when she saw the daughter-in-law happily walking to and fro without wearing footwear exploring one by one the five-foot sellers who rode in front of her house.

"Why, Mom? Kan mother herself who said that lurutin all she wants Laila during her recovery period so that she does not feel sad anymore. But .. why don't you like that I'm making money for all this?" babble Halim while standing next to her mother who is still staring at Laila.

Ma Hana sighed softly, then turned to Halim with a stern look.

"This color is all less, Halim! Why not all the food courts in the supermarket there you bring here too?"

Jeng jeng jeng

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In the morning, the seven-monthly event as well as Inara tasyakuran has begun. The owner of the catering where Dara ordered dishes for his guests today has also come and immediately arranged all the food on the buffet table in the courtyard that has been decorated with party tents.

The music enlivened the party, with guests who seemed very happy to enjoy all that had been provided by the owner hajat very well.

"Oh my goodness, Madam Dara, the food is really good. Where the hell is this, Ma'am? Suitable this if later I want no celebration also I want to pesen here also deh," chirped one of Dara's neighbors whose house is on his left. The bespectacled woman who is often called Nining is enjoying the dishes that are prepared very greedily.

Dara smiled as she stroked her large stomach. "If the food weighs from the restaurant that is near the intersection there, Ma'am. If this cake is made by my sister, she's all made."

"Huh? Seriously this makes the Indi, Ma'am? Pinter, too, did he make this cake? Eh but, Mbak Dara .. sorry to say yes, but what I wonder is that Mbak Dara still wants to be good with Indi? In fact, he has made the previous Mbak household destroyed because of cheating with the former Mbak in Fatan mokondo?" bu Nining asked in a somewhat whispered voice, even the distance of her speech became closer to Dara than before.

Dara responded with a smile. "Well, everyone is entitled to a second chance, ma'am. After all I know once my sister really, insyaallah Indi has changed and become better now. So ... what should he put down with him?"

Ms. Nining was bearded, then her hand took another piece of cake from the table in front of her and chewed it vigorously.

"Yes, too, Miss Dara. Only if I become Mbak Dara, I will not Sudi consider such a sister still part of my family. Certainly I have kicked far and will never want to know him again, my heart aches if for example I am in the position of Mbak Dara. But .. amit amit deh, hopefully it will not be so again, look at my trauma."

"Amin Amin, hopefully there will be no more rich cases, Ma'am. May I be the first and last to get such a bad case here. Hopefully here all husbands mother husbands are good and not the eyes of the basket," said Dara agreed to Bu Nining's speech.

"Amiyi." Ms. Nining had a brief and busy return with the cake in front of her which was actually half finished because it had moved to the stomach of Bu Nining who was really eager to eat it.

"Where come here," call Bu Ambar from near a jeding filled with flower water that is ready to be used to flush Dara's body, as one of the events that will be live for this seven-monthly event.

Dara advanced, with Zaki at her side. Opening the kimono that has since covered his body that has been wrapped in fresh jasmine roncean and sitting on a plastic chair provided near the jeding.

The procession began, all eyes looked in amazement at Dara's face which was so radiant when undergoing all the seven-month procession. Until the peak when the procession selling dawet, Dara and Zaki were stunned when they found a lump of money given by Mr. Jatmika to them to buy his dawet.

"Subhanallah? Mister? This ... It's ...."

Dara could not continue his words, only his eyes were staring unblinkingly at Mr. Jatmika who smiled sincerely waiting for his ice glass to be given.

"Receive, nduk. Think of it as a gift for your prospective child and as a thank you father because you were honored to accept your request the other day."

Dara was stunned, while holding a wad of money that somehow amounted in the rattan basket that is now on his lap.

"Already, Zaki herein the ice glass. Mr. Hunt this thirsty," kekeh Mr. Jatmika broke the silence of the atmosphere between him and his son.

Zaki happily gave a large glass of fresh and sweet-looking dawet ice to Mr. Jatmika and in the next order after Mr. Jatmika went down and up Bu Hana, the mother of Halim who gave money to Dara was also in a fantastic amount.

"Mom, this is .. too much." Dara protested, but Hana flicked her hand in the air.

"Nothing is excessive, you accept it or mom will sulk with you and will not ngizinin Elis cooperation you again? Wants you? Already accept and use as well as possible, I just ask for his prayers so that my daughter-in-law can also quickly catch up with you to make this event," concluded Bu Hana sumringah.

Dara nodded and agreed to Bu Hana's words, after which Zaki gave a glass of dawet ice that had been poured Dara into a glass for Bu Hana.

After that, it was Laila and Halim's turn to go on stage, with an envelope that was quite thick, they also bought Dara's ice.

Before descending, Laila took the time to ask Dara's permission to stroke her stomach. And Dara did not mind because she saw how much Laila wanted to get pregnant soon too.

"Oh my God, Ma'am. Hopefully nular yes, Ma'am ... Laila really wants to have a child too, bismilbornrahmanirrahim may be nular God." Laila held Dara's stomach and stroked her own stomach with the same hand.

"Amiiin," said Dara sincerely.

"Sir, please inject my big toe, Ma'am." Laila opened the sandals that adorned her feet and thrust her big toe towards Dara.

Dara frowned not understanding. "Make what?"

"No papa, ma'am just inject. If you say the old man first let her nular get pregnant, please yes, ma'am want ya." Laila said she persuaded Dara.

Finally, seeing Laila's earnestness, Dara relented and granted her request to step on her big toe with a light touch.

Afterwards, Laila thanked him and went straight off the stage with Halim.

The event continues until the end, until the afternoon before while the ceremony for baby Indi will be held later tonight as well as cutting the baby's hair and inaugurating the name for him.

. In between entertainment and rest, Dara accompanied Indi, Bu Maryam and Bu Ambar sat around a round table provided by the EO.  Seeing the performers who were hired to act on the stage there, singing and sometimes intermingling light dagelan dagelan that invites laughter.

Until the end of the day, when everyone wants to rest for a while while waiting for the time to start the event tasyakuran. Suddenly they were all shocked by the voice of Mr. Jatmika who apparently had taken over the stage .

"Good afternoon everyone, assalamualaikum warahmatullahi wa barokatuh."

"Wa'alaikumsalam warahmatullahi wa barokatuh." The guests who were still on the spot answered in unison.

Mr. Jatmika with his trademark smile perfectly expands to look at all the taulan that was still there, waiting impatiently for what he will do on the stage.

"I've previously thanked thousands of invited guests who have taken the time to attend the seven-monthly event of my biological daughter, he said, may the presence and prayers that you give can give encouragement and kindness to my son and daughter-in-law facing the day they will live next. And hopefully the delivery of my child will be facilitated thanks to the prayers of the father and the mother of the invited guests, amen allahuma amen."

"And for my purpose and purpose now stand here, now I want to propose to a woman who has long inhabited the recesses of my heart and I have brought also in my prayer so that I am sure to propose her now. It is my great hope that he will accept my good intentions this."

All the guests cheered boisterously, some were clapping and whistling whistling cheerfully welcoming said Mr. Jatmika who stated he would propose to someone to accompany him fill the old day.

Guess who did you think? Can anyone guess?