TABIR (The Actor Turns Out to be My Brother)
CHAPTER 226. IT'S TALE.

"It's already been , don't need to be extended anymore. Now you better follow what mom said, call your sister and tell her that her niece has been brought home, just don't talk much," resolute Bu Zaenab then immediately passed out of the room while holding the baby who was still asleep.

 Ziva took a deep breath, looking at her husband who seemed to review the smile as if nothing had happened. But actually Ziva knew must have been very sick heart receiving insults from his mother continuously.

 After telling her sister via wa, Ziva decided to follow her mother out of the room, and she found that Ms. Zaenab was carrying her baby sitting on the porch talking to her. Ziva smiled, behind his cold and upsetting attitude to the husband apparently Bu Zaenab can be so loving to his granddaughter at least Ziva will not be too worried because of it.

 Ziva stepped out of the house and sat down near her mother.

"Mom, when are we going to tell dad? Isn't this also good news for the father for the birth of his grandson?" ask Ziva gently.

 Bu Zaenab turned his head stiffly at him, his eyes seeming to imply objection.

"So soon, your baby has also just returned home. No need to be excited to tell who," said Bu zaenab.

 Ziva breathed a long sigh, trying to control his feelings so as not to get carried away by his mother's attitude which continued to make emotions.

"But, didn't you ask Ziva to tell Zulfa? What's the difference with us also telling father, ma'am? My dad is also my grandfather, right?" ziva said firmly with his wish.

 Again, Ms. Zaenab threw an angry look at him. "Do you want your mother to be angry with your father? Don't you forget what you told me when you first came to this house? Not forgetting, right?"

Ziva shook his head weakly.

"Well, you should be able to think long if you don't forget." Ms. Zaenab was still angry indistinctly. To make the baby ziva in his carrier disturbed and crying.

"Here, take your baby and just suck it up there. Do not be complicated to take care of things that are not your business, you better now just focus on taking care of this baby. Understand you?" snapped Bu Zaenab again while pointing at the face of Ziva who was bowed with his index finger.

 Ziva could only nod weakly, no longer wanting to answer his mother's harsh and sharp remarks. Until when Ms. Zaenab stepped away from the rented house, Ziva entered the house and nursed her baby back with tears.

"Dek, why are you crying?". asked Amar who just returned from the kitchen after picking up a plate of rice complete with his side dish to feed Ziva.

 Ziva quickly wiped away his tears and pulled the corner of his cheek to smile.

"Ah, not really. No papa," he said slowly.

 But from his hoarse voice Amar knew his wife must have just cried.

"It's okay, baby if you don't want to tell me now. But you never forget there is a mas here who will always support and love you as our child," concluded Amar gently while stroking the head of Ziva and the body of his son alternately with affection.

Ziva nodded and smiled.

"Ziva wants to call you, Mas." Ziva said softly so that if the mother suddenly returned she could not hear his voice.

 Amar nodded. "May, but after you eat first huh. This was Mas there making orek tempe, the money just happened to be enough to buy soy sauce as well. You ate a lot of ya, Mas bribe out it just thought the father's phone."

 Ziva nodded vigorously, then began to eat while still nursing her baby. Even though only the orek tempeh is not so much because it has to share with her husband and mother Ziva still eat greedily at least that's all she can do so that her baby does not lack food from asi.

"Geez, what is this food. Every day tempe, every day tempe if even change will not be far from tofu and salted fish. Oh, my God, I'm really like a poor man. A tramp might be able to eat better than this."

 Again another blaring voice of Bu Zaenab was heard from the kitchen, it seemed like the middle-aged woman had just walked around the house and entered through the back door. And when you want to eat even just find a small plate of orek tempe that only spiced red and white onions.

 Amar who heard it just bowed, then in his eyes the plate in his hand with foggy eyes.

"Mas" murmured Ziva who knew the hardness of her husband's heart. In his hands the hero held it, and in his hands tightly before finally landing it on his lips solemnly.

"I'm sorry, we haven't been able to give you and your child more decent food and shelter" muttered Amar holding back tears.

 Ziva shook his head slowly, he put the baby on his side first and switched to cupping her husband's face with foggy eyes as well.

"What's the point of treasure if we're not together, Mom? Ziva is happy. No need to be rich, as long as Mas loyal and always willing to try Ziva was grateful. The most important thing that Ziva and our children want later is all halal money" said Ziva encouraging her husband.

 Amar touched the wife's thin cheek, in her eyes the woman who so faithfully accompanied him with nanar.

"Thank you, God willing, I will try even harder to make you and our children happy."

Ziva nodded and guaranteed her husband's words expectantly.

"Goddess, Mas. We fight the same, yes," concluded Ziva.

"Yes, thank you once again my heavenly angel."

 Not how long there was a knock on the door of the house ziva and Amar, just now Amar was about to open it apparently Bu Zaenab had already run small towards the door with a bright face.

 Amar undoes his intention to open the door, preferring to go back into the room to feed his wife again.

"Who, Mum? Who's coming?" ask Ziva while taking a glass of water placed amar on the nightstand and drinking it half.

"Don't know, Mas just want to open the door but mom is already ahead so Mas just enter again," said Amar as it is.

Ziva nodded and asked no further. "Yes, we'll just wait for mom to come in again then" he said.

 Soon there was a voice talking in the front of the house following the sound of footsteps that continued to go into the house. Without waiting any longer Ms. Zaenab leaned her head into the room without any excuse at all, even though the room was only limited to a thin curtain cloth but did not open it without permission is not the same as disrespectful.

"Excuse me first try, ma'am y. do not just open it, however, this room there is a occupant, if it was Mas Amar or Ziva again change clothes how? Shame on you, Mom." I don't know how many times Ziva reprimanded Bu Zaenab for his mistake, but I don't know what makes Bu Zaenab so stupid and never consider the reprimand of his son as something that needs to be considered. Other than the wind and thenz Ziva's utterance there was nothing to make him understand, Ms. Zaenab was always alone in her son's house.

 And just like this time, Zaenab cried when she heard Ziva's rebuke again.

"Have not done a lot of your talk, it's your sister came quickly to buy food or what cake to watch it. She brought her husband too, her husband a rich man you don't forget he's not used to eating village food. Buy it first, don't embarrass me." After saying so, Ms. Zaenab just left without giving any solution. Even though at that time he knew that both Ziva and Amar alike had no more money than to hold a daily meal that should be enough until later Amar can have a job again.

Ziva looked at her husband with nanar, very sorry for the fate of her husband who was always compared and differentiated with her sister's husband who was the son of the rich man.

"Mas, you ... "

"Here you wait here, Dek. Let Mas buy food out" interrupted Amar before Ziva could finish his speech.

"But ... Where do you have money, Mom? Our money will stay fifty thousand more, you yourself have not got a job. How will we eat in the future?" said Ziva slowly while holding the hand of the husband who feels rough because he is used to working hard.

 Amar did not answer just a small smile that he gave to his beloved wife, as if hinting that Ziva should not worry.

"Mas go first yeah, you're good at home. God willing Mas will not be long," said Amar softly.

 Ziva finally relented, releasing Amar's hand with a heavy heart. Pray in his heart so that the husband can be easily facilitated all his affairs.

 There was a voice talking for a moment in front of the door of the room, before finally the presence of her husband was replaced by the beautiful face of her sister who in her head embedded a beautiful hijab that made her famous among artists and the rich.

 Her sister walked in with an awkward smile on her lips .

"Mom, how are you?" murmured Zulfa quietly, grabbed his brother's hand and kissed him reverently.

 Ziva commented on the sincere smile. "Alhamdulillah, how are you doing yourself? How long haven't you been playing here?" ask Ziva gently.

 Zulfa lowered his head, a split second later he again raised his face with a hint of mist in his net.

"Alhamdulillah is good too, Ma'am. Yes, Ma'am sorry yes I did not play for a long time, because my husband is busy working so can not ngenterin here often, Ma'am."

"Oh yeah, where's the baby grandpa can Zulfa carry?" zulfa again.

 Ziva nodded. "By dong, you're the tant." Ziva took the baby and helped Zulfa carry him in a crib.

 Looks very happy zulfa can hold the baby, natural because it has been almost five years he married the husband but not once given the trust of a child. But Zulfa said if her husband always avoids and never wanted to if he was asked to see a doctor or do a baby tube program.

"Where's your husband? Said mom, you two came?" asked Ziva was curious, because he had not seen his sister-in-law who very rarely spoke, since, even the voice of people talking in the living room was not heard if he came and waited there with his mother.

 Zulfa seemed to exhale deeply, in the kiss of the cheek of the baby ziva before raising his face to look at Ziva fixedly.

"He can only deliver until the front, Ma'am after that immediately went back to the office. He said there are important meetings that must be attended, whether true or not Zulfa also does not know," said Zulfa sad.

 Ziva frowned at the answer of his sister, from the look of his usually cheerful face Ziva can confirm if his sister is currently not okay.

"Are you guys ... okay?" ziva asked, asking courageously.

 Zulfa reviewed a thin smile and nodded despite looking stiff.

"I-yes, Ma'am."

"Don't lie, Zulfa. Although rarely met but Mbak most know that you are now lying. There's something you're hiding, right?" cecar Ziva's.

 Zulfa could no longer hold back her tears, she handed back baby Ziva to her mother and cried loudly while covering her face.

"Hey, what's going on? Zulfa, why are you crying so ha?" sergeant Bu Zaenab who came in throng with a plate in his hand, it seems that the middle-aged woman had not had time to finish her meal when Zulfa came in between her husband and just continued eating again after Zulfa's husband returned home to his office.

 Zulfa did not ponder his mother's question, a tightness in his chest holding his lips to speak.

"Huh, if asked the old man answered! It's not that it's not clear!" exclaimed Bu Zaenab upset.

"Mom, that's not the way he talks. Let Zulfa calm down and talk." Ziva rebukes the mother.

Bu Zaenab glared at Ziva, but Ziva this time did not lower his gaze and succumbed to the mother. He kept a sharp look at his mother until finally Bu Zaenab was upset and chose to leave from there.

"Huh, the child does not know himself. It's good that I would accompany her here, rather than her mother-in-law who doesn't know what it is to eat your heart." Ms. Zaenab grumbled all the way to the kitchen and resumed eating there.

Ziva stroked Zulfa's back, and helped wipe away her tears.

"If you're calmer, let's talk about this. You know you're strong, you know you can get through all of this" Ziva said.

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Zulfa nodded in her tears, for her shaking grew stronger as her cries could no longer be held back.

 After a while and he began to calm down, Zulfa began to tell his sister with still sobbing sobs.

"Se-actually .. My husband is married again, Ma'am with the woman of his mother's choice. And he was with the woman more often than I was, he only came to me if he wanted to vent his anger," Zulfa fought while pulling his long sleeves and showed me his bruised hands.