TABIR (The Actor Turns Out to be My Brother)
CHAPTERS 220. DEBATES.

 Ms. Zaenab looked misbehaved, especially when Zaki looked at her with a deep gaze.

"Ah, emmm .. I .. I ...."

"Why, Mom? Mom wants to give me back my money and my wife who you've taken away, do you?" todong Zaki suddenly felt furious when he remembered the condition of Mr. Jamal who was now often sick and as the wife of Bu Zaenab was not even beside him.

 Bu Zaenab looked gasp, she lowered her head and played the tip of her hijab in a misbehavior.

"If no one wants to talk about it, excuse me, Mom, I hope you know the news about Mr. Jamal who is sick and needs someone to take care of him," concluded Zaki firmly and then re-open the door of his car that had been closed.

 Just now Zaki stepped Bu Zaenab quickly held his hand, until Zaki's movement stopped.

"What else, Mom? I hurried," sambar Zaki began to get annoyed.

 "Ah, Zaki .. I .. I am confused to talk to you how, but ... but .. I need money now," said Bu Zaenab nervously, even he did not dare to raise his face to look at Zaki.

 Zaki's forehead forms a deep crease, increasingly convinced that the wife of his neighbor does not have shame, or maybe the veins have been broken.

"Certainly? What is my relationship?" zaki exclaimed, not at all sympathetic to Bu Zaenab.

 Ms. Zaenab seemed confused to answer Zaki's question, she was*************** her fingers with her eyes starting to fog.

"Help me, Zaki. Only you can help me now, my youngest son just gave birth yesterday the day after tomorrow but his son we can not take home because of the constrained cost, please help me Zaki, I beg you." Ms. Zaenab cupped her hands to her chest with tears starting to melt at the corner of her cheek.

 Zaki threw away his face not wanting to be touched by the crocodile tears Bu Zaenab had used to see when Zaenab ma'am easily sold her husband's kindness to get money just from him and Dara. And Zaki doesn't want that to happen again.

"I'm sorry, Mom I can't give you. The five million that I took away I'm sure would be enough if only to redeem a baby" Zaki said, trying to feel no pity at all.

 Ms. Zaenab was wide-eyed, perhaps surprised by Zaki's drastic change in attitude and was no longer touched by her tears which usually made people feel sorry for her.

 Without much more words Zaki closed his car door, lowered the glass and started the car engine. Although Bu Zaenab still looked at him with a pushy gaze until he moved away and disappeared behind the corner of the hospital parking lot.

"There's just one," murmured Zaki while glancing towards the rearview mirror to see Bu Zaenab's condition there.

 Bu Zaenab was running towards a woman who was about to get into her car again, and the storyline would definitely be the same as it happened to Zaki, he is compassionate and pity will give him money only. Because that's the goal.

 Not wanting to bother with the behavior of Bu Zaenab, Zaki chose to accelerate the speed of his car to be able to get to his favorite meatball stall. Where Dara will always take her to the stall every time you want to eat meatballs.

 The stall looks crowded, understandably because it is a taste of champion meatballs and of course the portions are not stingy to be a special attraction for buyers and customers who have long subscribed there. Never disappointed with the taste and portion of the meat especially its friendly service becomes a plus for the shop.

 After ordering meatballs for his wife, Ambar and himself. Zaki sat in the waiting chair while playing his phone. Opening the gallery and looking at the photo of her newborn baby, fortunately, she had a chance to take a photo of her baby before leaving so she could be the object of her view when tired of waiting for certainty from the meatball brother, eaaaa.

"Yes, my boy?" ask one of the men who also seemed to be waiting for the meatball order made.

 Zaki nodded and smiled amiably. "Yes, Mas. Just born a few hours ago, this is me again buying food for his mother."

 Some courage from where Zaki even revealed everything to the shady-looking man beside him, who had since commented a bitter smile even though Zaki was less aware of it.

"He's very lucky, yes" he said. "I also just had a baby, but ...."

"But why, Mom? Mas should be happy to have a new dong baby, surely the bring-in wants to go home and play with the baby continues right, Mas? You see, I do too, it just feels impatient to go home to the hospital and see him again" continued Zaki with a big smile.

 Zaki threw a gaze at the dark-skinned man by his side, only then did he realize there was a poignant look from the look in his eyes.

 The smile on his back-fisted shoulder seemed to hold millions of wounds that he was trying to hide.

"My baby can't be taken home yet, Mom."

"Loh, why?" ask Zaki wonder.

 But the man did not have time to answer his name has been called because the meatball order is ready.

"Yes, then I am first. Thank you for sharing my story with me, when will we talk again if we meet," he concluded, who can only be answered by nodding by Zaki because the man seemed to hurry, his phone had also rang since earlier as if hunting him to hurry back.

 Before long, Zaki's order meatballs were ready to be made as well. Without waiting any longer Zaki quickly paid for it and rushed home to the hospital, because it was in the dera miss the baby whose face was very similar to him.

 His car was driven at medium speed, while humming little Zaki enjoyed and endlessly thanked for the blessings bestowed by the Almighty on him this time. What a great pleasure for Zaki.

 When turning around the corner Zaki's phone suddenly rang, forced Zaki pulled over his car for a moment to see the message that entered his phone.

(Mas, buyin mixed ice too yes. I think it's hot as good as eating mixed ice. Please, yes, my mom)

 A message from his beloved wife. Zaki smiles a little, then goes back to running his car without replying to Dara's message. Zaki stared around to look for the ice vendor's mixed stall along the road he was going through.

 And fortunately, not far from there a special outlet ice that visitors are no less crowded looks, Zaki quickly stopped and ordered some menus that look very tempting in his eyes. Especially in the picture of the menu topping and stuffing the ice is so abundant, the same as Zaki saw on the customer's desk. It is true to make saliva rise just by looking at it.

 Finished with mixed ice for his beloved wife, Zaki returns to the hospital as quickly as he can. At the pace of the car with a higher speed, but still be careful.

"Alhamdulillah," murmured Zaki after the car docked perfectly in the hospital parking lot. With a carefree heart Zaki sauntered towards his wife's nursery. And apparently in there were twins who came with Elis, Miss Maryam and also Indi and Inara.

"Assalamu'alaikum," said Zaki smiling kindly at everyone.

"Well, many like this sorry Zaki just bought the food on Pasan for us. You don't know if Indi's mother wants to come," concluded Zaki is not tasty.

 Maryam shook her hand in the air. "Haish, no papa this mother had also brought food. Let's eat the same, don't worry."

 Miss Maryam offered a bushel containing wet cakes and brownies made by Indi. The twins cheered cheerfully as Ms. Maryam cut the brownies for them.

 "Will you eat alone or want a bribe? Still limp isn't her body?" mumble Bu Ambar gently, while pouring meatballs for Dara into a bowl brought by Elis.

"Eat it yourself, Bun. Dara was strong," said Dara smiling, with Zaki helping, Dara sat leaning on her bed and started eating.

"Who? How can Dara eat meatballs anyway, jeng? Not that the new mother gave birth it should be abstained huh?" sela Bu Maryam made Dara who was just about to feed food into her mouth to be stuck doing so.

 Dara looked at Bu Ambar who now also looked uncomfortable.

"Who said that, Mom?" tanya Bu Ambar glanced at Miss Maryam cynical.

 Ms. Maryam seemed misbehaved, but she tried to cover it up with a big smile.

"Yes .. Isn't that so, Mom? Mother who just gave birth the food must be maintained, the drink also should not be carelessly dikar so that the baby is not bloated and the PD is not swollen," said Miss Maryam at length.

 Ms. Ambar just sighed, put the meat bowl back and drank the bottled mineral water that Elis had brought along as well.

"That's what my mother said, but now Dara is also my daughter-in-law, Mom. So ... I decided not to give any abstinence to Dara. Let her enjoy all the food she wants just like when she's not pregnant and giving birth. After all, it will not be the same effect as the baby, Wong Dara just ate a clear meatball so really."

 Miss Maryam seems to run out of words, but as a person who -- feels - older of course Miss Maryam wants all her advice heard and done.

"But right, Mom ... Dara is also my son, yes I also have the right to give advice to him."

"Counselor? Not orders?" sela Bu Ambar who already knows where to take it said Miss Maryam earlier.

 "Yes as a good child, of course, the advice of parents must be done, Mom. You also want your children, right?". said Miss Maryam again.

"Mom, I've." Indi tried to mediate by holding the hand of Miss Maryam asked her to shut up.

 But Miss Maryam did not heed, instead brushed off Indi's hand and still wanted to continue the debate with Bu Ambar. After all, he also felt he had the right to govern Dara.

 Ms. Ambar no longer interested in serving Ms. Maryam, she chose silence and resumed eating quietly.

"Become, you just eat good don't think about anything. All are free to eat," concluded Bu Ambar as if deliberately luring Miss Maryam to return to voice his opinion.

 Dara nodded, then calmly fed the clear meatball back into her mouth and chewed it slowly. While Zaki, he chose to go straight out of the room to eat in the waiting room.

"Huh, not only later his son cried because of abdominal pain continues to call me to help silence," growled Miss Maryam who felt unthinkable, ' said , even by Dara who now looks very happy to spend the entire contents of the bowl.

"It's quiet, it's not going to happen. There I am, Mom," said Bu Ambar, taking Dara's bowl and placing it on a nightstand piled with his bowl.

"Bun, Dara wants that .. can you?" whispered Dara while pointing at the bag containing mixed ice that Zaki had also bought for her.

 Ms. Ambar stumbled into a smile and nodded. "But don't overdo it, we divide the two places."

 Dara nodded vigorously, and accepted fondly the plastic glass filled with mixed ice from Bu Ambar's hand.

"Lolololoh, is that even in his ice love Dara? What the hell are you, Mom? The mother who just gave birth can drink ice! The baby has a cold!" nagging Miss Maryam, this time while standing up and immediately snatched the glass filled with ice from Dara's hand, making the contents spilled partially and scattered on the floor.

"Astaghfiullah! This mother why the hell? How was it like a sewot? Lookie! Now the floor is wet and dirty! If my granddaughter walks through here and falls how?" sergeant Bu Ambar is angry.

 Ms. Maryam did not show the slightest expression of fear, instead she casually threw the contents of the plastic cup into the trash can under the window.

Bruck..

"Grandma, why waste food? It will be mubadzir" said Farah who accidentally saw when Miss Maryam threw away ice that contained more than half of it.

 Miss Maryam did not care about Farah's words, she casually returned to Dara's bed who was still staring at the trash can with a pushy look.

"Why did you throw it away? That's my son who bought it, and it's a money pack instead of a leaf ." Miss Ambar is angry.

 Miss Maryam looked irritated, then stared fixedly at Dara who now began to shed tears.

"Become, listen to me. You are just giving birth, must be aware and also must be patient to resist your lust. Remember there are children who now also depend on you, you want your child to get sick stomach and colds because you are selfish can not lust? Just a moment, Dara at least two years until she does not suckle again you can already enjoy the food again, patient! Don't want to die if you don't eat that food for a while. Inget said mother first, do not lebay. That's why your son was fussy all because of this, you're better."

 Dara felt her chest tightening, she did not want to look back at Miss Maryam who was now looking at her deeply. He threw his face the other way.

 "You remember that, Dara. Don't swallow if you don't want to ...."

Pats!

"Not what?" mam Ambar exclaimed furiously, brushed off Miss Maryam's hand until the old woman staggered back with a face of shock.