TABIR (The Actor Turns Out to be My Brother)
CHAPTER 225. IT'S STILL JULID.

"That baby?" point Zaki at a baby wearing a blue bedong.

The man nodded with eyes staring at the baby who seemed to be writhing in his sleep.

Zaki was stunned, if he did not mistakenly remember the baby was the baby that was secured by hospital officials after he said he wanted to be kidnapped by Zaenab ma'am. If it's the baby, it means.

"Is this the son of Zaenab?" ask Zaki heart.

The man turned his head, and immediately then nodded slowly.

"Where do you know that?"

"Does anyone know that Ms. Zaenab was taken to the police station for running the baby?" ask Zaki again without answering the question of the man in front of him first.

Seemed the man lowered his head and nodded slowly, his breathing roar as if holding tightness within his chest.

"Yes I know, Mom. And all that ... also we do on the basis of mutual agreement. Mom wanted to bring our baby home soon because my wife, her son, kept crying hysterically at home. But I haven't had the money to make up for this hospital fee, I ... just got in PHK Mas."

Zaki felt full, at the touch of the man's back and rubbed it slowly. Nothing comes out of his mouth, only his treatment shows that he cares.

"Excuse me" an infant room attendant at the hospital told them.

Suddenly the man and Zaki raised their faces and turned their heads.

"Yes, Mum? Is my baby running out again? Then I go home first to take it," the man said with a panicked look.

But the hospital official smiled.

"Ah no, not so, Father. So ... From now on the baby father can be brought home," he said sumringah.

Zaki and the man were momentarily flabbergasted.

"A-what? I didn't say it wrong, did I?"

"Ah, no sir. I'm serious, your son can already be brought home."

The man stared at Zaki at a glance, but Zaki immediately shook his head because he felt he had done nothing.

"Ta-but I haven't paid ...."

"Oh yes, for the hospital fee has been paid in full sir. Then the father can be brought home. Please if you want to take the baby dedek now," said the hospital official again.

The man still seemed to not believe it completely.

"If I may know who paid it off, Mas? I ... I want to thank the good guy."

"Oh, that. Please if you want to meet, it just so happens that the person has not left."  The hospital worker turned around and went back inside the baby's room.

The man and Zaki were behind him.

"Excuse me, Mrs. Someone wants to meet," the officer said.

Zaki entered after the man earlier, and he was immediately dumbfounded just looking at who he found in the room.

"Who? Mister? Hana Ma'am? You ..."

Mr. Jatmika and Bu Hana chuckled slightly and nodded at Zaki.

"Yes, it's us. Why do you see her that way? We're not ghosts" said Hana.

The man who walked with Zaki , which turned out to be the daughter-in-law of Bu Zaenab, the husband of her son who lives in the next district, now dropped in front of Mr. Jatmika and Bu Hana with his head bowed.

"Thank you, thank you, sir. Thank you, Madam, I no longer know how I can thank you, may Gusti Allah SWT who will repay all the kindness of Mr and Mrs. I'm so grateful to finally be able to bring our baby home."  The man muttered softly because he was hindered by the cries of his law, because in the end there were also good people who were willing to help him.

Mr. Jatmika patted the man's shoulder, in his help the man sat by his side on the right while on the left was Bu Hana within a meter.

"Wake, Son. No need to cry and thank, just consider all this help from the Almighty. Thank you to Him. We are only as intermediaries," said Jatmika sage.

The man nodded steadily, then grabbed Mr. Jatmika's hand and kissed him in a tubi while saying an infinite thank you.

"Say, Master what can I do to repay this Master's kindness?" said the man ventured to look at Mr. Jatmika.

But Mr. Jatmika shook his head instead, with a smile on his lips he said. "already no need to think, now go home with your baby. She must have missed being home, in the middle of a family that loved her."

The man nodded vigorously, once again he kissed Mr. Jatmika's hand and thanked him . While on Ma'am, she just nodded politely and thanked him as much, which Bu Hana responded with a nod and a knotty smile.

Then the man was guided by the hospital staff to take the baby, as well as some of the baby's equipment that was still in the hospital was also cleaned and brought home.

"I'll go home first, Mr. Madam. I'm sure my wife will be very happy to see our baby finally coming home. Once again thank you very much, Sir, Madam." The man was still stopped at the doorstep of the room with his baby in a cloth sling.

"Well, go home and see your wife. Healthy healthy and take care of your baby well' well yes," said Mr. Jatmika.

The man nodded and passed with light steps. After that it was Zaki's turn who entered and approached his father-in-law and his future stepmother-in-law.

"So ..delivery father here it ...."

Zaki pointed towards the man whose back was still visible between the windows of the room.

Mr. Jatmika chuckled slightly and nodded. "Yes, hearing your story earlier father came to mind as well. That's why I immediately decided to help him, after all what's wrong with sharing right? Good deeds will bring good results, right?"

Ms. Hana immediately nodded in approval to Mr. Jatmika, while Zaki was now able to breathe a sigh of relief and smile because one problem had been resolved even though it was not her own problem. However, helping others in distress always brings its own happiness to a calm soul, right?.

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Meanwhile .

Ms. Zaenab walked with a barren step towards her son's rented house, fortunately the journey from the police station to the house was not too far away.

After this interrogation and that in the end Bu Zaenab was released, especially because many people say that what Bu Zaenab does is reasonable because it has run out of ways to be able to make up for the hospital fees. And fortunately, there was also a good person who was willing to be the guarantor of Bu Zaenab so that he could be free.

Ms. Zaenab rubbed the sweat that flooded at her temple, the veil she was wearing was partially wet to make it uncomfortable. But fortunately the faded yellow painted house is now visible in plain sight. Vigorously Bu Zaenab stepped foot there, but his steps momentarily stopped when accidentally his ears caught the sound of a crying baby.

"Ah, the hell time? What was my feeling, huh? But his voice is real, don't ....."

Ms. Zaenab monologued herself before finally deciding to enter her first child's rented house, her son who used to stand up to her she was kicked out of the house because he prefers to marry the man of her choice who is now her husband. The men who Bu Zaenab said were not comparable to their families were just odd jobs.

But now it is proven that Bu Zaenab can only go home to their home, rather than to the home of the younger brother of the child who is currently married to a fairly successful furniture entrepreneur. Bu Zaenab, who used to boast of his sister, now had to swallow a bitter pill because in reality his proud son was not even willing to help him a when he was in trouble.

"Assalamu'alaikum" said Bu Zaenab in the doorway m, in the absence of the unlocked door and then stepped in.

Again, the sound of a baby whining greeted his eardrum. Because no one greeted Bu Zaenab immediately rushed to step in, and looked into the room of his eldest daughter who was never closed .

"Yes Allah. ..."

Bu Zaenab's eyes were immediately wet, looking at her granddaughter whom she so longed for and she struggled with was now home, and was suckling voraciously at the child.

"Eh, is mom home? Sorry we didn't hear the mother's voice, but we still half-believe now that our baby has returned home" said Ziva, the eldest daughter of Bu Zaenab.

Ms. Zaenab nodded, and her feet slowly stepped into the narrow room.  The room can only contain one number one mattress and a plastic cabinet placed in the corner of the room as a storage area for clothes and valuables belonging to the couple.

"Mom, Mas Amar has brought our baby home. Thank God, Mom, we can finally get together again." Ziva wept, in the kiss of the baby's reddish-colored forehead with affection.

While her husband who turned out to be named Amar only reviewed the smile while occasionally wiping the tears that accidentally floated on her eyes.

"Not the one who brought our baby home, deck. Mas just continued, actually there are good people who are willing to bail our hospital costs until finally our baby can be brought home." Amar chimed in to avoid misunderstanding, because since then he had not been able to say that to Ziva, because Ziva was too happy after the baby was in his arms.

"Oh yeah? So there are good people who have helped us that way, Mom? Thank goodness, whoever that person may Gusti Allah SWT return his kindness doubled," said Ziva sincerely, who was directly in Amini by Amar.

Ms. Zaenab looked at the child and her daughter-in-law alternately, actually her heart was happy that her grandson could be brought home. But he was still curious as to who such a good person would be willing to bails their hospital fees.

"Who do you mean, Mar? You know the guy? But if your acquaintances or friends seem impossible, your association is only about the same motorcycle repairman and vegetable seller in the market there. Where maybe they have a lot of money to want to help poor men like you, who there they fear later you can not replace their money again, " said Bu zaenab nyinyir.

Since long ago, Ms. Zaenab was very unhappy with Amar, even though she kindly allowed Ms. Zaenab to stay with them, Ms. Zaenab absolutely could not stop slipping on her daughter-in-law. His kindness all seemed to disappear only because of the fact that he was a poor man.

"What did you say?" reprimand Ziva did not like, every time Bu Zaenab began to say julid to her husband indeed Ziva would always defend her. Because he feels he knows more about the nature of the husband than his own mother. Ms. Zaenab only knows what looks on the outside but isn't good at judging what's on the inside. Though Amar always tried to be kind and polite to him, but still in reply was not pleasant.

Bu Zaenab just melengos only, while Amar again relented and still review the smile even though not in his disbelief sometimes his heart also throbbed pain to hear the scorn of Bu Zaenab to him.

"Try here mother's granddaughter, I want to see. Hopefully he will look like you, not like this poor man. You are afraid of poor contagion later," said Bu Zaenab still ninyinyir.

Ziva was about to reply to his mother's words, but was quickly arrested by Amar. Amar held her hand and shook her head, forbidding Ziva from going against his parents.

Finally, holding back Ziva's resentful feelings, she handed the baby into Zaenab's hands. It looks like Ms. Zaenab scanned the baby's face like she was doing nothing for a criminal.

"What mom saw her so once?" tegur Ziva doesn't like it.

Ms. Zaenab raised her face and then smiled with a satisfied smile. "Thank God her face looks just like you, beautiful and white. Hopefully later his fate will not be as sad as you, married to a poor man."

"What did mom say? It has nothing to do with Amar! Mas Amar is good, Mom why does it even continue to judge him?" sela Ziva can no longer hold back her upset, Amar quickly restrains Ziva but Ziva doesn't care that he's been too patient and it's not the kind of treatment he gets from his mother that there's just becoming more and more.

Ms. Zaenab instead of listening, but casually she even threw away her face as if Ziva's words were nothing to her. Only the wind will disappear with time.

"No need to protest, now you better call your sister. Tell him that his nephew has come home, ask him here and bring gifts for his nephew. After all, she is also rich because her husband is the son of a rich person, of course, she will bring expensive and classy gifts. It's a pity yesterday he was abroad so can not help the hospital fee you just try there he certainly we will not have trouble when will bring your baby home. You should be an example of your sister, find a rich husband and a lot of money, '" said Bu Zaenab endlessly, and without thinking about the feelings of her daughter-in-law who at that time also listened to her sharp words.

"Astaghfirullah mother! So you still think that? Don't you know that Zulfa's real husband ...."

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