TABIR (The Actor Turns Out to be My Brother)
CHAPTERS 216. EXPELLED.

 But the moment did not last long , a moment later there were cheers of the crowd that sounded so loud from outside where they were.

"Their driver is from here! Fouled our village if they're still here, let's get rid of it! Get kicked!"

 Intan and Bu Sukri suddenly broke his embrace, looked at each other with a riled face and quickly moved from his seat.

 When Bu Sukri opened the door, apparently in front there the marbot or the manager of the mosque where they lived while waiting with a facial look no less riled.

"Sir, what is this? Why are people shouting?" asked Bu Sukri to the marbot who looked wrong.

 "A-anu, ma'am .. sorry, it seems like the residents all want the mother and daughter of the mother to leave this village immediately" he murmured.

 Bu Sukri was stunned, as well as diamond who immediately limp to hear the words of the good-natured middle-aged marbot. Because he was also they could survive the begal and still survive to this day by living in the mosque.

"That's the guy! Hey, Mr. marbot! Don't protect them, just let the stranger go from this village! They're fugitives for the police. We all don't want our village to be polluted by its name because it keeps carcasses like them!" hardik one of the residents led the other residents up to the terrace of the mosque and looked for them to the rest area at the back of the mosque.

 Mr. Marbot seemed to help calm the angry residents, while Ms. Sukri quickly pulled a diamond hand to immediately pack.

"Come, kid, it's time we go."

 Intan complied, and took some of her belongings in the corner of the room and put them all in a backpack before finally carrying them out.

"Let's calm father, mother mother don't vigilante like this. Better this problem we talk about well first with the concerned, do not play evict this way, pity." Mr. Marbot seemed still trying to calm the citizens who seemed completely unaffected by his persuasion.

 Even when they saw Bu sukri and diamond coming out of the small room while carrying his bag they increasingly became so yell at them and ask them to immediately lift their feet from the village.

 Mr. Marbot immediately ran up to Bu Sukri and diamond who had gone down the stairs of the mosque to leave. In his rogohnya pocket gamis responsibility a and slip a few pieces of money into the hands of Bu Sukri.

"Mom, I'm sorry for not being able to stop people from expelling mothers and children. But ... This is please accept, Mom for supplies mother return home."

 Bu Sukri was stunned, but a moment later he immediately put the money into the hands of the marbot.

"Not bother, sir. Besides allowed to stay here only we thank you, no need to be like this. Moreover, it is money from hard work of my father to maintain this mosque," refused Bu Sukri.

 Mr. marbot shook his head quickly.

"No, accept this is okay, ma'am. Mothers and children need a fee to get home. It's gone, Mom before the people get angry again." the marbot forced Bu Sukri to accept the money, then pushed the body of Bu Sukri and diamond so that they can no longer refuse.

"Hey! Get out there fast! Don't let you guys get picked up by the police in this village! If that happens and the name of our village is polluted because you are ready to receive a reply from us!" snapped the angry residents saw Bu Sukri and intan never left.

 Some of them even threw stones or anything near them towards Bu sukri and diamond. Until accidentally one of the stones hit the head of Bu Sukri and made him bleed instantly.

"Oh!" erang Bu Sukri, but aware of not enough time to check the state of his head Bu Sukri chose to walk quickly while pulling diamonds and holding his head that continues to bleed fresh.

"Mom, isn't mom papa?" ask diamond between his wide steps.

 Bu Sukri just shook his head as he continued to step quickly away from the crowd until he reached the village boundary.

 After passing through the village gate, then Bu Sukri and Intan began to slow down their steps and find a place to sit and rest for a while.

 A large tree became their choice, in the streets were quite empty because on each side was rice fields.

"Geez, there's a lot of blood on it." Intan screamed in shock as Bu Sukri removed his grip on his head and the hand was already filled with blood.

 Even in the hair of Bu Sukri also already looks blood that began to dry and clot.

 "Please get me a drink, In."

 Bu Sukri's voice sounded weak, and diamond quickly grabbed a bottle of water from his bag and gave it to his mother. In his help Bu Sukri drank water from a bottle and then again helped Bu Sukri lay down a little body to lean on the tree.

"The head of the mother is very dizzy," muttered Bu Sukri later.

 Slowly diamond examined the head of his mother who was injured because of the stone throw of the residents earlier. A wound that was not too big was seen by him but the wound was still bleeding.

 With a swift diamond opened his mother's bag, taking a rather long piece of cloth from there like a scarf that he would use to bandage the wound on the mother's head.

 After that, Intan sat down near his mother, daydreaming while staring at the vast rice fields that stretched in front of him.

"Mom" called.

"Hmm?"

"Why did people say the police were going to arrest us? Didn't you give us two days to go home and won't report us to the police unless we don't come home in two days?" diamond murmuring.

 Bu Sukri opened his closed eyes, then took a slow breath.

"Mother doesn't know either, son, your father might change his mind and choose to report us to the police because he's tired of waiting.".

"What is Setega's father, ma'am?" intan started sobbing.

"So, I can't think either. Maybe we should try to go home first, the problem how will we meet in front there," said Bu Sukri sound resigned.

 Intan nodded, and went back to silence. While now his mind was raging at the thought of the possibility that might happen, the surprise that was waiting for him there.

****

 Somewhere else.

"I'm sorry, Sur. I failed to educate my wife not to be glared at the treasure you have deposited for your son the Fatan. I was wrong, and I'll pay for all my mistakes, Sur. I promise you," said Mr. Sukri in front of the center of his late best friend, Mr. Suryo. Father of Fatan.

Mr. Sukri stroked the tombstone with the name of the friend gently, the radiance of his eyes showed a very longing for his closest friend who was so dear to him.

"Sur, your son is now officially my son-in-law. Although it may be the way in which the child and my wife choose to get him wrong, but .. the reality that exists now he has officially become the husband of Intan, my son. And you know what, Sur? You already have a second grandson, his son Fatan and his wife the Indi. Haha, yes intan even willing to be the second wife, Sur. Maybe your son inherited your good looks in the past, so the diamond really wants to be his wife, right? "

"Huh, the world isn't always fair? Sometimes I think I can catch up with you faster, tired of facing all the puzzles of this world. But everything is in order, I can't do what now. Just pray from there, Sur. Hopefully, the decision I have taken is the best decision for all of us" concluded Pak Sukri ended his story to the friend who had gone home first from him.

"I'll go home first, Sur. God willing, I will visit again, which is quiet there, my friend. Pray I can finish everything that's going on here right now. I miss you, Sur. I go home first, assalamu'alaikum "

 The scorching sunlight and the gusts of moist wind accompanied the steps of Mr. Sukri away from the tomb of his late friend, in his view once again the tomb adjacent to the grave of his late wife. While rubbing the corner of his watery eyes, Mr. Sukri waved, as if Mr. Suryo could see it.

*

"Where are you, Suk?" greet Mr. RW, who is also a close friend of Mr. Sukri in addition to the late Mr. Suryo.

 Mr. Sukri went up to the terrace of his house where Mr. RW waited patiently while sitting on the terrace chair.

"Subis nyekar (pilgrimage) to the tomb of the Suryo," said Mr. Sukri smiling little.

 Mr. Sukri opened his door, then turned to look at his best friend.

"Drink what, Kar?" tanyanya friendly.

 "Ah, don't bother me also here the intention is not to ask for a drink," Kekeh Kardi, the RW.

"Haish, just drink. Do not make sasetan coffee, yes," said Mr. Sukri then immediately passed into the house to boil water to make wedang (warm drink) for the guest and his friend.

"It's been a long time here, Kar?" ask Mr. Sukri who came out to bring two glasses of kapucino-flavored coffee sachets, then put one glass in front of Mr. Kardi.

 "Well, it's good to watch that ball," he joked.

 Sukri sir laughed.

"There's just you, Kar. Wong I've only been at the tomb for an hour."

"Yes that, that. One hour will be enough to watch the first half, even if only half." Mr. Kardi laughed back.

 Then some time in use to the two friends to chat ngalor ngidul until finally Pak Sukri began to discuss about the demands he placed on the loan shark who until now still denied that he who bought land from his wife and also took care of his wife.

"I've put the report in the police station, Suk. But why do you want to hurry? Didn't you say you wanted to give your wife and kids two days to come back here?" said Mr. Kardi while sipping milk coffee that has begun to warm.

 Pak Sukri sighed harshly, in the black skull that had been perched on his head just fanning it in front of his chest.

"It feels too long to wait until the day after tomorrow, Kar. I'm so sick of wanting this to end soon, I want to be calm in my old age."

 Mr. Kardi mangosteen understand and no longer ask further, after only a silence that accompanies the two middle-aged men until the coffee in each glass toilet.

"I'm going home first, Suk. Tomorrow I come here again if there is new news," concluded Mr. Kardi moved from his seat.

"Ah, yes yes thank you for helping me all this time, Kar. Heart on the road."

 Mr. Sukri drove his best friend up to the front of the terrace, then nodded when Mr. Kardi honked his motorcycle horn to say goodbye to him.

****

"Where are we going, Mom?" tanya diamond who looked tired following her mother's footsteps down the dusty streets that are on the cross country roads.

 On their side the rice fields still stretched as far as the eye could see, only a small walkway that was still land was the only access road they could pass.

"No idea, nduk. We just walk first yes, who knows in front there we can get a ride later," said Bu sukri with a sharp breath, it looks obvious if in fact he was very tired.

 "But from earlier we have no road yet Intan see there are vehicles that pass here, Mom. Is there anything ahead we can ride?" ask Intan again, pitched moody.

 Bu Sukri was silent for a while, wiping the sweat that had fallen mixed with the blood from his wound that had apparently not stopped flowing.

"Yes, we'll see. Hopefully someone can give us a lift up front there, just pray good good."

 Bu Sukri continued to walk with hunting breath, no matter the scorching rays of the Surya began to sting his head.

I do not know how many drops of sweat that fell soaked the streets and the body under his feet, until finally after almost an hour of walking with a step that began to limp they reached the edge of the big road. Many vehicles that pass by ranging from small to large, two-wheeled to six-wheeled vehicles pass in front there.

"Where do you think we can ride, Mom?" babble Intan while looking back and forth staring at the speed of the vehicle.

 The wind from passing vehicles blew on the clothes they were wearing, until dust from the road also hit them and suffocated their breathing.

 Suddenly arrived accidentally Intan's eyes caught the sight of an angkot who was ngetem on the side of the road with a kernet that was screaming calling passengers.

"Mom, there's an angkot. Let's go there, Mom who knows can take us to the village or to the terminal that goes to the village," cried Intan excitedly.

 Bu Sukri nodded and immediately took Intan's hand to reach the road where the angkot was located.

"Let's hurry, ma'am, get the angkot to leave later." Intan pulled his mother's hand to walk faster.

 But without realizing the diamond, a bus from the opposite direction drove at high speed and the driver was not aware of their presence who was crossing.

"Awaaasscaj!" squealing someone from across the street made Intan and his mother surprised instead of playing especially when the bus was only less than ten meters away from their bodies.

"Let'soooooo!"