TABIR (The Actor Turns Out to be My Brother)
CHAPTERS 218. DISILLUSIONED.

 Starting at dusk, in the western horizon the sun has begun to redden signifying the wave of his farewell to humanity as well as delivering a promise if it will return tomorrow.

 But not so with humans, there is no true promise they can actually keep. Like Bu Sukri, promised to return again but only his body can be lamented. Sadly, it is certain that no one will be able to resist the fate of the power, except to accept with open arms what is the line of our hands.

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 Tears of Mr. Sukri again fell, although it has been seka many times still fell again and again. Not he was denied, his heart was very sad to hear the news of the passing of the wife who some time ago even still made a burning anger in his chest. But now, right now, this second it's all evaporating into regret and supplication may all this be just a dream, but dear dream that's the reality.

"Is it still long, Kar? The cover?" asked Mr. Sukri in a hoarse voice, beside him Mr. Kardi since this afternoon had come and sat with him. While his wife with several other mothers are preparing to welcome the body there with all its needs.

"It's probably a little later, Suk. They said they had reached the village gate. The road from the gate to here is a bit ugly maybe so difficult and long because of that," said Mr. Kardi as it is.

 Mr. Sukri mangut-mangut, throw his gaze at people who have been coming since the afternoon and swiftly help him to the funeral of the late Bu Sukri who will be carried out immediately that night. Because according to police statements conveyed by Mr. Kardi the condition of the body is no longer possible to be told to wait. Because of the position of the crash that caused the body of the deceased dragged and crushed the bus tire.

 Tears still wet the cheeks of old Mr. Sukri, can not be damned. He again threw a stare at the street in front of his house, waiting with the heart pounding ambulance carrying with him his wife and child, more precisely his late wife and son.

"Suk, it looks like it's his car," said Mr. Kardi pointed at the winding road, where two cars entered the quiet village.

 Mr. Sukri got up, and was supported by Mr. Kardi because he was afraid that Mr. Sukri was again weak and fell.

"Oh Allah," muttered Pak Sukri nelangsa.

 Not how long the car was docked and stopped in front of Mr. Sukri's house. The man who had been waiting in front of him began to help the hospital attendant to lower the gurney with a body on it. Mr. Sukri could not resist the crying, when the body entered through it by adopted by the father who is a colleague in the village.

 The body was immediately brought in, because since the hospital has been bathed and in the cafeteria so the family just do the rest.

 Most of the people began to busy, some even went straight to the cemetery to see the process of digging the feeding hole whether it was finished or not. Until no one realized when a body figure that is not so high climbed into the house with two backpack containing clothes. His head bowed deeply, he stopped behind Mr. Sukri's body still fixated on staring at the body of the mother.

 Mr. Kardi who realized the arrival of diamonds, immediately patted the shoulder of Mr. Sukri and told him the arrival of diamonds.

 Sukri quickly turned around, in his eyes in the body of the child who disappeared for almost two weeks. Her once-filled body was now thin and dull, her hair was a mess with her head bowed deeply.

Mr. Sukri grabbed Intan's shoulder, felt by him that the daughter he raised since the baby was shaking.

"Where have you been, son? Don't you know your father is the same? Do not go away again yes, it is enough father to lose father does not want to lose again," sis Pak Sukri softly and quiver.

 Intan as he pleased, and Mr. Sukri immediately hugged him tightly while shedding a cry that had been entrenched in his chest.

 After being satisfied to spill each other's cries without any words thrown at all, Pak Sukri guided the child's hand into the house. Inside there the mothers have been waiting a lot, and have finished covering the body of Bu Sukri who has been in the cafeteria with a long piece of pull cloth, and for his face covered with a thin white cloth.

 Intan threw the bag that he was carrying at random, he fell sagging beside the body of the mother lying stiff. Tears shed again, unable to be contained. In his embrace slowly the body of the mother with grief, followed by Mr. Sukri who also sat behind him, also hugged tightly the body of the silent and cold wife who had died.

"Mother ... Why did you leave diamond so soon, Mom? Mommy said you want to have a granddaughter first from diamond? But why did you leave first? Why don't you bring diamonds, Mom? Who's the same after this?" intan whispered near the ears of his late mother.

 Pak Sukri who heard the words of Intan sighed bitterly, all this time he was not close to his son. Just a regular greeting or asking trivial things to him, in contrast to Bu Sukri who is always a place to confide and best friend to Intan.

"Already, Son. Ikhlaskan, now we are the same as praying for your mother yes." Pan Sukri pulled Intan's body and hugged her.

 The study for the deceased began, Sukri took a pashmina from inside Intan's room and put it on Intan's head.

 After being sholatan, the night was also the deceased immediately buried, without wasting time because of the condition of the deceased who could not last long in the free air.

 " Suk, I'm going home first. My little boy said he had a fever, God willing tomorrow my wife and I will come back here to help your late wife's seven-day tahlilan night." Mr. Kardi said goodbye to his best friend, who was only answered by nodding by Mr. Sukri.

 The night is getting late, only silence accompanies Mr. Sukri tonight. In the room where he used to joke around with Bu Sukri, now he just sits still no one else invites him to joke or just argue alone. Only silence, and the occasional sound of frogs and crickets accompanied the silent night.

Mr. Sukri sighed, trying to close his eyes even though it was very difficult to feel. The shadow of Bu Sukri again penetrated and disrupted his sleep, until finally Pak Sukri surrendered. He got up, came out of the room to make coffee.

"So, you're not sleeping?" sapa Intan yah apparently also experienced the same thing with the father.

 "Huh, yes Nduk. What are you there again?" asked Mr. Sukri because he found Intan sitting on a window sill facing the side yard of his house.

 Intan came down, then closed the window from outside blowing the cold.

"No papa, sir. Just looking for the wind," the pretext of Intan slowly.

 Pak Sukri continued his steps towards the kitchen, the kitchen that used to be always noisy with the sound of Bu Sukri who was cooking or just a few cubes there now looks quiet and very quiet.

"Mom's father, huh?" chirps Intan who apparently has since followed his father's steps into the kitchen.

 Pak Sukri was shortened in shock, but quickly he mastered himself because he did not want the child to be afraid.

"Eh, you're just ngagetin father. You want to make coffee, what are you doing here? Want to coffee too?" asked Mr. Sukri impressed to divert the conversation.

 Intan shook his head, then pulled up a chair and sat down at the dining table.

"Intan misses mom, sir.".

Mr. Sukri who was attacking the water in the pot turned a glance and then returned to busy himself with a coffee sachet in his hand, poured it into a glass and given boiling hot water.

"Don't be too sad, your mother's path will be heavy there," concluded Mr. Sukri slowly but firmly.

"Did you never miss your mom? It's been a long time since we left, haven't you ever had a feeling of longing for you?" chirps Intan vibrates.

 Mr. Sukri stopped the movement of his hand that was stirring coffee in the glass. Breathe in slowly and throw his gaze in the other direction.

"Have it, there's no point in discussing it. I miss it or not, it's my business. Now you better get some sleep, don't stay up."

 But instead of obeying his father's words, Intan even stood up quickly until the chair he was sitting on almost fell backwards.

"However you talk that way! Though all this time during our escape, Diamond himself testified that mother continuously called the name of the father in her sleep . I kept missing my father, wanting to meet my father but afraid that he would go mad and kill him after everything was revealed. Mom's scared,Sir. But it never reduces the love and longing for the father. Bad father said that you don't miss your mother, "attack diamond, with tears soaking his cheeks he stared at the guts face of the father who he had not seen in the last few days.

 Mr. Sukri was stunned, looking into the eyes of his daughter who now looked glistening with anger at him. But what's wrong? Mr. Sukri already felt the answer was right, and not made.

"Intan did not expect that you were so small," hissed Intan then just passed into his room and closed the door violently.

 Leaving Pak Sukri who was still filled with a million worries in his heart.

****

 That afternoon, Indi decided to visit Fatan in prison. Baby Inara happened to be brought by the grandmother to Dara's house to go play, while accompanying Dara who today will be in the study tour of the twins to the next city.

 With a bushel containing his own cooked food, Indi departed with an online ojek that he had ordered directly to the police station.

 With uncertain feelings, Indi is now sitting waiting for Fatan to be picked up by police officers to his cell. The news he brought, made Indi feel guilty himself at this time.

"Only alone, In?" greeting Fatan who just came with a police officer who is now standing not far from them.

"Eh, yes Mas. Here I bring you food." Indi thrust the bushel he brought in front of Fatan, but Fatan only smiled faintly looking at him.

"Why don't you take Inara? mas kangen at all with him, how was yesterday his aqiqah event? Smoothly?" cecar Fatan was tubi because he was so curious about it.

 Indi nodded quickly. "Alhamdulillah smoothly, Mas. But I'm here because there's something else important I want to tell you, too, Mas."

Fatan's forehead suddenly wrinkled, in his face attached to the face of the woman who is still legitimate to be his wife.

"What news?"

 Indi bit his own lips as if feeling very heavy to convey the news.

"B- Hm ... Mrs Sukri ... Mrs Sukri ...."

"What's wrong with Bu Sukri, In? Did she come back home and bother you too Inara?" sela Fatan looked furious.

 Indi quickly shook his head. "no, Mas isn't that."

"Then?"

 Indi took a deep breath, reassuring himself. In the end, this news will also reach Fatan's ears, either through him or from others who may preach it.

"Bus ... Mrs Sukri, I'm dead, Mas."

 At first glance looked by Indi, Fatan was surprised. But before long it seemed calmer without expression and response that was too passionate.

"Innalilahi wa innailaihi rojiuun," muttered Fatan, as usual if anyone died and reportedly reached him.

 Indi who fitness try to ask, but Indi already thought Fatan might be very surprised and may be hysterical because of the death of Bu Sukri. But apparently the reality is exactly the opposite.

"Mas, you .. How common are you?"

"Then, what do you have to do, In? After all, everything that lives will definitely feel dead, right?" concluded Fatan.

 Indi nodded in confirming.

A moment of silence greeted, accompanying them in silence. Until finally the sound of Fatan's cellphone ringing that had been carried by Indi disperse everything.

"Oh yes, mas. This is your hape, who knows you want to say condolences to Mr. Sukri and ... Intan." Indi's voice weakened when calling the name of diamond, lying if Indi said he did not hurt Intan, he said, but in fact very few women will be ordinary if her husband married again even though it was because of forced though.

 Fatan received the phone, then started looking for Mr. Sukri's phone number there. Just a few times the ringing just called him in the lift, and immediately greeted by the sound of sobbing Isaac that seemed to come from the crowd.

"Assalamu'alaikum, Hello. Sukri sir! Sir! You are there!" shouting Fatan because he felt something was happening there, he deliberately raised his tone so that the person who picked up his phone could hear clearly.

 But unfortunately, there did not find a single answer from Fatan's question. Except for the sound of sobs and a few times the rustling sound that is somehow.

"What's up, Mom?" indi asked when he saw the look on Fatan's face turned tense.

 Fatan shook his head and looked at him closely.

"It seems ... something's happened again there."