TABIR (The Actor Turns Out to be My Brother)
CHAPTER 22. ASTOUNDINGLY
"You really want to go now, honey? It's late afternoon. Not tomorrow?" cecar Fatan is worried.
Dara was seen stuffing some of her clothes into her medium-sized suitcase.
"Can't do it, Mom. Mom was waiting for me to leave now, because you're just staying together as you're afraid there's nothing there and no one to help you," kilah Dara while moving quickly closed the zipper suitcase.
"I'm anter." Fatan hurried to get the car keys.
"Eh, no need. I have pesen travel, soon to. You are good at home yes, take care of the children God willing after you make me go straight home," said Dara while stroking her husband's shoulders.
"But, Honey ...."
Dara put her index finger on Fatan's lips.
"Husshtt, yes. You rich kid gini anyway? Fatur same Farah aja nurut kok told stay at home." Dara smiled little looking at her husband's spoiled behavior.
"Not ordinary people are far from you, dear." Fatan hugged Dara's body tightly.
Dara hugged her husband back, inhaling a masculine scent that the next few days might miss her dearly. Well, this time they'll split up, usually wherever they'll go together. Except work and arisan of course.
"I'm saying yes, Mom." Dara took Fatan's hand and kissed him.
With a forced finally Fatan relented and nodded. Following his wife out of the room while carrying her suitcase to the terrace, where they wait for the travel car that has been ordered Dara.
"Oh yes, Mas. Elis will come here, yes, he I ask to help take care of the children as long as I go to the village. You are the same Indi do not like to go home malem, fearing that children do not have to take care of it, so I ask for help he did not papa right?" terang Dara asked her husband's opinion.
"Whose elis, honey? How did he just get his name?" the frown on Fatan's forehead looked real.
"Ooh, that's Laila's niece. Teacher at school the twins, I happen to know because he likes to play at school too, sometimes also like to bring cakes for the twins," explained Dara again.
"Yes, it's up to you, honey. How good it is to trust you, but one condition." Fatan pointed his index finger.
Dara looked at him with a wondering look.
"What terms, Mas?"
" Now don't be long, plis. I'm not far away from you, honey." Fatan hugged Dara while pretending to cry like a child.
Dara giggled because amused to see the behavior of Fatan who did not copy who it was.
Tin
Tin
A car appeared to stop in front of Dara and Fatan's house, accompanied by his glass window that opened showing the face of a man who seemed to be a travel driver.
"Mbak Dara?" call ascertain.
Dara waved while nodding, the driver also nodded while giving his thumb.
"I'm leaving, yeah, Mas." Dara took her suitcase.
"Promise not to go home for a long time, dear," said Fatan with a face made as much as possible.
"Yes, Mas. Kids, yes, I'm leaving. Assalamu'alaikum" said Dara as she walked towards the car after kissing her husband's hand.
"Wa'alaikumsalam, dear," said Fatan while accompanying his wife's step until entering the travel car.
The driver stuffed Dara's suitcase into the trunk, and went straight back in and sat in the steering wheel.
"Don't speed it up, Bang. Titip my wife," Fatan's message to the driver who was immediately answered with a nod of incantation by him.
Tin
Tin
The sound of a horn accompanying his car further from the view of Fatan, and disappeared behind the bend out of the housing complex.
Fatan's phone rang, as soon as he grabbed it from his pants pocket and checked the message he had just entered.
16.07
How's it? Be safe?
Message from a contact with the name *Indi.
16.08
As planned.
Reply Fatan while smiling sideways.
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At the residence of Miss Laila's teacher.
"Lis, are you going to Dara's house?" laila asked as she folded the clothes she had picked up from the clothesline.
"So, Ma'am. Maybe in a moment, Ma'am Dara said that at half-five to his house all nginep take care of the twins, so he said." Elis answered while chewing the atom nut in his hand.
Laila looked mangosteen.
"Later if you get a salary from Mbak Dara, do not forget to install stirrup, Lis. Hihi, you are beautiful, just a darling ...." Laila hung up her words while holding back a laugh.
Elis snorted loudly.
"Darling what? Bark? Is that what you want to say, Mother? Huh, basic," grumbled Elis responding to the joke Laila who had been considered her own brother.
"Not Ma'am who said yes," kekeh Laila while passing carrying clothes that have been folded neatly.
They only live together, the same status as an orphan makes the two can love each other like siblings. In reality, they are just brothers away from their father.
The simple house they occupied, was the result of selling a patch of garden relics of Elis' parents in the village. The one they bought the house behind the housing complex where Dara lived.
"Elis is leaving, Ma'am. Will you dare not sleep alone? Elis didn't come home" exclaimed Elis from the porch, looking for the only slum flip-flops he had.
Laila walked forward in a hurry while putting on an instant hijab that had begun to fade in color. Hijab that has been in his possession since he was still in High School.
"Wes don't have to think Ma'am, you get a job even if only for a few days Mbak already joking. Go there, all right there. Inget, don't *celutak," Laila's message to Elis.
(*Take or hold items that do not belong to him, usually used to refer to animals. Such as cats who like to steal food covered at the dining table)
"Haish, I'm a cat, ma'am. Yes already, if there is any phone I yes," said Elis again while waving at Laila.
"Yes, don't forget the twins are taken care of. School tomorrow is not too late!" laila exclaimed from a distance because she had forgotten to remind Elis.
Elis nodded while giving his thumbs up. Then he ran small to get to Dara's house.
"Hosh, hosh, hosh ..." Elis gasped for breath when she finally reached Dara's house.
The fence looked unlocked with a motorbike and the car was parked in the garage. The house owner's sign is inside.
"Assalamu'alaikum," called Elis as he walked in slowly.
Sepi, that's what Elis found when entering the terrace of the house. The main door was closed and there was no life in it.
"What will all go to the village? But how come Dara doesn't know anything?" muttered Elis while examining his old-school hape nok*a.
"Assalamu'alaikum" called Elis once more, but it was still only silence and silence that he found.
Finally Elis tried to peek through the glass window that seemed to open a little curtain.
"Astaghfiullah!" lirih Elis while stepping back in surprise.