TABIR (The Actor Turns Out to be My Brother)
CHAPTERS 217. TERRIBLE NEWS.

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!"

Bu Sukri immediately pushed Intan's body with all his strength, Intan fell down to hit the pavement while Bu Sukri ....

Brraaakkkkkkk.

Bruuuuaaakkkkk

Kkrrraaaakkkkkkk

"Yahooooooaaaaa!"

"Aaaahhhhhhh!"

People around the place were screaming hysterically, especially the sleepy bus driver was now aware of having hit someone. His face panicked, his legs reflexively pressed the brake pedal even though it was too late.

Intan groaned, holding his head that turned bloody and turned around staring at the place where his mother had been.

"Yyyyyoung! Ibuuuuuuu!" when he saw the bus had occupied the place where his mother was, and the flow of blood flowing from the bottom of the big bus seemed to explain everything.

People began to approach and dossier kusuk, some deliberately called the police and ambulance from the nearest hospital.

"Ibuuuuuuuuu, huhuhu ...."

Intan crawled closer to the bus which had now stopped completely with blood melts appearing to come out more and more from under the bus. The driver has been secured by several people, vehicle traffic has been arranged by someone so as not to accumulate in one place because of the accident.

"Son, don't go there. Danger," forbid a mother whose diamond mother could remember as the one who shouted alerted her and her mother before the fateful incident occurred.

Diamond's body suffocated, his cries turning into roars. He did not know how the mother was there, because her weak body was now lifted by several people to a shophouse located right in front of the scene.

"Mother .. mother.." Isak Intan constantly stared at the unmoving bus. Intan was furious that she wanted to see her mother why not?.

"Please buy a drink first," said the mother's mother earlier to a man who helped bring diamonds to the terrace of the shop. Struggled he brought a bottle of bottled mineral water and gave it to the mother in purple hijab.

"Here, drink first. You're still shocked, that's sincere, son. The strong," he concluded while thrusting the bottle in front of Intan.

Intan was still as much as he pleased, but did not stop at the reception of the bottle and began to drink. After feeling a little relieved, then he could speak more clearly.

"I want to see my mother, Mom. Why can't I?" his tanyanya still occasionally sobbed.

The mother stroked Intan's head, her eyes looking foggy.

"Yes sincere, your mother may be ...."

The purple veiled mother was unable to continue her sentence, tears dripping from between her eyes she seka with the tip of her hijab. But without the mother to talk, actually Intan knows what has happened to his mother.

The situation ahead, explains everything. The police have arrived, they moved the bus body to make it easier to evacuate the victims below. After the bus moved, the diamond could clearly see how the condition of Bu Sukri was very sad there. Tears could no longer be contained, when the police closed the sheet of newspaper on the body that was still not moving.

"Tidaaaakkk, don't stay in diamonds, ma'am ..... Who will intan be the same? Huhuhuhu, mom ...."

Intan continued to sob, people started to approach and rubbed his head and back. Some threw concerned gazes and others asked more questions about what had just happened.

Intan leaned over, raised her knees and placed her head there. His sobs sounded heartbreaking, but no one tried to calm him down. Except for the purple veiled mother who just returned from paying for the mineral water that was in drinking Intan.

The mother affectionately approached and embraced Intan from the side, rubbing her arm so that she was calmer.

Before long, a police officer came and approached them.

"Does this brother have any family connection to the victim?" tanyakanya.

The mother nodded. "Yes, sir the cop he's his son."

"We'd better take him to the hospital first, it looks like his head has wounds too. All of us will take care of his mother's body there," concluded the policeman as he passed because he had to help other colleagues lift the body bag containing the dead body of Bu Sukri who was lifeless.

"Ibuuuuuuuu ..," Intan Pilu moaned, especially when he heard the police mention the word corpse which means his mother was no longer helped.

Intan's heart ached, she was confused as to how she would continue her life in the future if there was no mother. All this time he was so dependent on his mother, now his rada he has lost grip on his life.

Intan even resigned, when his body was led to board the police car, because the ambulance had brought his mother's body and left first.

While the bus driver who still looked shocked, was brought using another car.

****

Somewhere else.

Praangggggggg

"Astaghfiullah!" exclaimed Pak Sukri surprised, while sitting daydreaming in front of the television that was left dead, a picture frame containing a portrait of Bu Sukri fell and broke.

Mr. Sukri gesgas took a broom and a pengki, took a large piece of glass first and put it in a pengki to throw away.

"Astaghfirullah, what is this? Why don't I feel so good?" he murmured while picking up the broken glass.

Sreet

Because heartless, Mr. Sukri's hand was scratched by sharp glass. Blood soon dripped down on the pile of glass that still covered the portrait of Bu Sukri who in the photo looked very auspicious with his favorite white kebaya that he wore during his wedding with Pak Sukri a dozen last year.

"Oh my God, what is this? Why are my tears flowing by themselves?" asked Mr. Sukri confused, especially without being able to prevent tears from flowing from the corner of his eyes, wet the cheeks that have begun to age.

Mr. Sukri got up, took the plaster from the desk drawer not far from him and resumed his activities to clean the glass fragments that were still scattered in place before.

After cleaning everything, Mr. Sukri brought a picture of the wife who was no longer framed to the chair. Staring at him deeply with tears that somehow did not stop flowing from his eyes.

"Well, where are you, Mom? Why even go? Don't you think about your father's feelings when you do that shit, ma'am? I'm hurt, Mom. If it should be no longer love and no longer want to live with the father, the mother can say good and we bia parted well anyway. This is not how it works, Mom."

Pan Sukri leaned his back against the chair and sighed softly. Silence the old eyes that have seen a lot of life lessons.

"When time goes around, I'll definitely pay more attention to you, ma'am."

I do not know how long Mr. Sukri fell asleep, until he was jolted awake because of the pounding on the door that was quite loud and surprised him. Though he had just dreamed of meeting Bu Sukri but in a very sad condition.

Dock

Dock

Dock

"Suk! Sukri! Open the door, suk! Hurry along!"

Mr. Kardi's voice, Mr. Sukri very memorized the voice of his best friend. He rose up though his head now feels dizzy because he fell asleep in a sitting position and immediately stood up instantly.

Chequelek

Mr. Sukri opened the door and was immediately faced with the face of Mr. Kardi's riled up.

"What's up, Kar? You're just a surprise," he concluded as he stepped toward the terrace chair.

Mr. Kardi followed still with his gameless face.

"You why? You think you're scared like that?" ask Mr. Sukri again, after a while and his best friend was silent.

Mr. Kardi gulped, then patted Mr. Sukri on the shoulder with an unusual look.

"Why, Kar? Don't make your parno." Mr. Sukri is getting restless.

"You are patient, suk. The sincere one," he muttered open his voice.

Mr. Sukri's forehead formed a deep stroke and he unconsciously pulled Pak Kardi's hand from his shoulder.

"What do you mean, Kar? Speak clearly!"  repelled.

Mr. Kardi nodded weakly, his gaze still emitting immense pain. But even make Mr. Sukri upset because of it.

"If there is nothing important to say, you better go home, Kar. I still have a lot of business" concluded Mr. Sukri while moving from his seat to leave Pak Kardi alone.

Pam Kardi then grabbed Mr. Sukri's hand, restraining his movement so as not to get further away from him. Her tears melted along with the news she had just received.

"Your wife, Suk. Your wife ...."

"What's wrong with my wife? Say, Kar! Don't make me worry!" sergeant Pak Sukri was getting impatient.

Mr. Kardi stood up and aligned his body with his best friend. Hold him to the two shoulders of Mr. Sukri tightly and the same poignant gaze as before.

"Your wife ... the police have just told me that ... if your wife .. mening ... died when she was hit by a tourist bus, Suk."

Mr. Cardi was stunned, unable to convey the sad news to his best friend. While Mr. Sukri looked very shocked, he was silent but tears were increasingly flowing in his eyes.

Mr. Sukri's body was immediately limp, swiftly Mr. Kardi held his body and helped him sit on the chair back.

"Patient, suk. Honestly, forgive all your wife's mistakes. For the road to be easy in nature, however he is gone now, Suk. There is no point in you still holding anger for him," suggested Mr. Kardi who was immediately justified by Mr. Sukri.

Mr. Sukri looked at the friend, his eyes were still foggy and he wiped them with the tip of his shabby clothes that he still wore because of the cold material.

"Then what about my son, diamond? Is she okay, Kar?" ask Mr. Sukri weakly.

Mr. Kardi nodded. "Yes, your son is fine. The police said they would bathe your wife's body directly in the hospital in area B there. And then his body at once with diamonds will be delivered to this village after everything is finished."

Mr. Sukri nodded in understanding, still too upset to talk much. Memories after memories between himself and his wife, just flashed through his mind. Forming a cliche groove that is so sweet and makes Mr. Sukri so hit by the news of the departure of this wife.

It was fitting that the frame containing the photo of the wife fell just like that without cause, plus tears and feelings of sadness that never disappeared from his heart. Apparently this is all the answer, an answer that was not expected by Mr. Sukri at all.

"Kar," called Mr. Sukri in a hoarse voice.

"Yes, Suk." Mr. Kardi immediately responded and swiftly stood near his best friend.

"Please accompany me here while waiting for my son and wife to come home" said Mr. Sukri with tears that returned to divorce.

Indeed, he still did not expect that the wife has now changed titles with titles that will be owned by all living beings in the world.

Mr. Sukri is still unable to call his wife with a corpse, so he still pinned my wife's call to Bu Sukri. That hatred evaporated just like that after the bad news he received this time. All the pain and anger that he felt were all gone without a trace, along with the departure of his wife who would never be able to return again.

"Then I will take my wife home, suk. Help me out here later.". Mr. Kardi asked permission.

Mr. Sukri nodded, and stared at the departure of his best friend who was riding his motorcycle at high speed. Even though they do not know what time the body will certainly reach the house.

It's just that, Mr. Sukri felt he needed a friend by his side at the moment. He felt he would not be able to get through all this alone.

After the departure of Mr. Kardi headed to his home to pick up his wife so that he could help later when the body arrived. Mr. Sukri just stayed in his place, staring at the yard where his wife used to plant vegetable crops there. Even now the plant is still there and still bear fruit and develop because it is still cared for by Mr. Sukri.

In the horror, Mr. Sukri remembered Fatan. The man who has now officially become his son-in-law was even forgotten from his mind because of the many burdens he is carrying alone at this time.

Mr. Sukri went into the house, took a cell phone and pressed the phone number Fatan already in his storage.

Tut

Tut

Tut

The call was connected, but never picked up. Mr. Sukri did not despair, he just kept calling the number until finally in the call to all his calls in the lift.

"Hello, assalamualaikum." The voice of a woman filled Pak Sukri's ear cavity.

Repeating the confusion that ambushed, Mr. Sukri chose to directly ask the whereabouts of Fatan to the person who picked up his phone.

"Is Nak Fatan there?"

Quite a long time only silence was heard, until finally the woman re-opened her voice and Mr. Sukri immediately felt increasingly shocked by it.

"Mas Fatan ... Fatan's in jail, sir."