TABIR (The Actor Turns Out to be My Brother)
CHAPTER 227. CHALK UP.

Desau wind that blows caressing the face of a woman who was crying in front of a navel that still looks new, petals scattered above the navel still look fresh and emit a fragrant aroma. Occasionally tears from the eyes of the woman dripped soaked the red soil of the tomb.

"Mom, how are you? What else is Mom there? Is mom okay? It's cold in there, isn't it, Mom? Intan really wants to follow mom, why did you leave Intan? Intan's alone now, Mom. You're not that close to Intan since long ago, you know for yourself, right? And now, after mom's absence, Intan deeply feels the meaning of loss, ma'am."

 That girl, Intan. Restoring her long hair that was flying in the wind, in the sekanya face that was wet by tears and in her forced a line of smiles appeared on her face a that was beginning to taper.

"When do you think, Mom can see you again? Nobody here wants Intan, Mom. Intan is tired actually, but ... diamond can what? Even Mas Fatan did not intend to look for Intan. Is this our fault too, Mom? Leaving Mas Fatan just like that time until he was angry? If that is true, of course, now Mas Fatan will not want to meet Intan again. Hah, this pain seems to be unexpected."

 Intan was silent, lying his head to the side of the tomb board that read his mother's name. Tears that had been dripping profusely now began to recede and dry up. In the deep breath, smell the wet soil where the body of the mother lies in it.

 As the wind again stroked his face, the cloudy weather without the blazing rays of the sun made the atmosphere in the quiet cemetery cool and comfortable. And somehow the diamond began to fall asleep there, in a curled up position at the side of his mother's belly button as if hugging him in sleep.

"Son, I'm sorry. Forgive me for not being able to accompany you any longer in this mortal world. Sorry, I have to go first to the Khalik, mom .. I really want to stay longer with you, son. You know that right? But what to say, fate is in control of everything, now hold on yes take good care of yourself, and one more please convey your apology to your father yes. Tell her that she really loves her, always loves her and never thinks of changing her position in her heart. The strong yes, son mom will always be watching you from up there."

 Intan gasped awake, after a word like advice from his mother echoed in his ear and seeped into his heart. In the face of the surrounding situation, the atmosphere had begun to twilight cold wind began to blow along with the night bird that was preparing to come out and cross paths with his brother who was about to go home to the nest.

"Intan, O Allah .. Here you are, son. O God, I am worried about you" exclaimed Mr. Sukri who came riding his blind motorbike, running small to find the diamond body that was still frozen in front of the mother's grave.

Intan was silent when Pak Sukri hit his body and hugged him tightly. Mr. Sukri was stunned, but diamond was still fluttering in his place even his behavior as if he did not realize if there was a father there.

"Intan .. nduk, let's go home. It's almost dark, tomorrow you can come here again. Now we go home first, Nduk." Mr. Sukri broke his embrace and pulled a diamond hand to hurry from there.

 But diamond body as if imprinted in place, he pensively looked at his eyes felt empty and hollow. His lips tightly clenched as if unaware of the pull of Mr. Sukri's hand.

"Nwamma? You hear mr to?"

 Intan was still silent, not responding to anything even a little. Mr. Sukri began to panic, especially when the atmosphere around was getting darker and the praise sound of the village mosque had begun to sound.

 Without aba aba, Mr. Sukri just carried his son's body out of the cemetery area. He lifted Intan's body onto his motorcycle and immediately turned it on.

 The noise of the motor butut broke the silence of the twilight, the sound of the adhan chanting was heard shortly after they walked nearly two hundred meters from the burial grounds. Pak Sukri drove his vehicle faster. While holding a diamond hand that he deliberately circled to his stomach so as not to fall.

 Soon they arrived at the front of the house, Mr. Sukri guided diamonds into the house and immediately closed the door tightly and did not forget to lock it from the inside. After that he immediately sat near Intan who was still silent not flinching at all in the living room chair.

"Sir, what's going on? Why have you been silent since? Is your father wrong with you? Speak, Nduk I'm sorry if it's true. Please don't do this, Nduk forgive me. I'm sorry I didn't care about you much. Forgive me, yes," said Mr. Sukri began to sob.

. Intan began to respond, in his eyes to the direction of Pak Sukri although his face was still flat as before.

"Sir," he murmured softly, softly even just like a whisper.

 Mr. Sukri approached so that he could hear diamond's words more clearly.

"Yes, this is my son. Tell me, what do you want to tell my father?" cecar Pak Sukri fast.

 Intan looked straight back, Mr. Sukri held his hand and felt cold there.

"Mother said .. I'm sorry to you. I accidentally made all the same mistakes. Mother also said, mother still love and love the same father. So ... Intan please, please forgive me sincerely, sir. Pray for mom because that's all you need right now" muttered diamond again.

 Pak Sukri like slapped by the words of his son, in his face attached to a picture of the late Bu Sukri still on the wall of his house.

 The tears of Mr. Sukri began to gather in his eyes, his cry was unstoppable even though he had tried to hold it all his might.

"Yes, nduk. I have forgiven your mother. I forgive you, I still love your mother very much, I love your mother very much. And yes, I will send a prayer to your mother, we pray for your mother the same.".

 Intan nodded weakly, and put on a line a thin smile while looking at her mother's photo on the wall.

"Yes already." Sukri wiped his tears. "Now we directly pray maghrib and continue to pray for your mother yes. We also sent him a surah Yasin reading to calm down there."

 Intan nodded and obeyed his father's invitation to perform the maghrib prayer together. After that they continue to read the surah Yasin and tahlil in particular to the late Bu Sukri so that his spirit is calm in nature there.

 And without them noticing, in the corner of the room they used to pray. In a dark corner that is not reachable light rays, precisely on the side of the door. Standing the figure of Bu Sukri with a look like the last time he was with Intan. He smiled a very thin smile but his eyes shed tears.

"Thank you .. Thank you so much for forgiving me, Mom. Now, I can be quieter to go to my nature. Goodbye, see you in the next life. I love you, Mas. I love you, son. Take good care of yourself."

 And after saying that, though no one could hear slowly the figure disappeared. Blend with the wind and go in peace. On the fortyth day after his death.

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 Dara and the baby have been allowed to go home, now they have all gathered at Dara's house. Ms. Ambar chose to stay there temporarily until Dara was better and able to take care of her baby well and independently. But actually the real reason is because Bu Ambar wants to always keep it so that no nosy people will damage Dara's mentality and make it into the baby blues.

"Have you taken the medicine, son?" ask Bu Ambar who just finished drying the little one.

 Dara smiled and nodded faintly. "Already, Bun. Mother's cuisine is always the best."

 Ms. Ambar commented on the thin smile. "You can praise it, your cooking is much better than your mother's cooking. Anyway this is your replacement that masakin mother often yes," kekeh Bu Ambar while undressing the little one so as not to get sultry.

 Dara chuckles. "Goddessa, Bun. Dara will masakin whatever you want after healthier later."

 The atmosphere of the house feels a bit lonely, Zaki works while the twins who have entered elementary school have left earlier than usual. They will be picked up by Zaki in the morning and will be picked up by Elis. And if this morning, Elis will be at Dara's house helping her take care of the house and the little one.

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The knock on the door broke Dara's busy daydream looking at her baby's face, the baby who was suckling was as if not disturbed at all by the treatment of his mother even he closed his eyes so as to enjoy the dishes available to him.

"Mr? Elis can come in?" elis asked, poking his head from the doorway that was not closed.

 Dara nodded. " Just go in anyway, Lis who is ngarang? Unless it's a new locked door, it can't. But Mas Zaki is still on holiday, so it looks like it'll be a long time ago again if it's a new door in the lock," Kekeh Dara joked.

 Elis stepped in while holding back a laugh, wanting to laugh but she was afraid to wake the little baby in her mother's arms. Elis took a seat at the side of Dara's bed and stared at the tiny, strong-looking baby suckling.

"Yes, ma'am? It felt like biting," kekeh Elis, poking the baby's chubby cheeks.

"Heh, haphazardly. This is Mbak who just out feels not lost about it, this you just want to bite. Make your own if you want to be bitten," reply Dara laughed slowly.

 Elis. "It wasn't before ah, still scared Mommy."

"His style is now afraid, later if you already feel doling," said Dara memebik.

"What the hell, Madam Dara ah." Elis covered her embarrassed face.

 Soon their jokes were forced to stop when Bu Ambar entered while carrying a pot of hot water that he would use as a mixture of bath water the baby.

"Lis, please return the pancakes to the kitchen dong." Bu ambar came out of the bathroom and thrust the pot used to cook hot water earlier on Elis.

"Okay, Mom." Elise accepted the pot was springing her out.

 While Bu Ambar went to Dara's bed and looked at her grandson's face with an impatient expression.

"Still strong, Dara? Duh mother can not wait to bathe," said Bu Ambar chuckled little.

"Not really, Bun soon enough. After all, the bath will end again nyusu him," said Dara.

"Yes, mommy get her clothes ready first."

 Bu Ambar moved, took a change of clothes, bedong and did not forget the series of baby skinkers that had been prepared completely by Dara before.

 And right after everything is ready, the baby is also finished breastfeeding.

"Well, it's done, beautiful boy nen. Yuk took a bath with Oma yuk," asked Bu Ambar as if the tiny baby understood his words.

 Ms. Ambar grabbed the baby's body from Dara's lap and kissed her for a moment before putting it back on the bed and began to carefully remove her clothes one by one.

 "Geez, Bun look at her squirming." Dara said she was amazed to see her baby wriggling when her clothes were opened, her whole body looked red and very adorable.

 Dara seemed very enthusiastic, as this was her first experience, because when the twins were babies all their business was handled by Miss Maryam and Dara was not allowed to take any decisions on her children because Miss Maryam judged him not capable. So it's all about the twins that Miss Maryam took care of to give her early MPASI when they were babies, and Dara doesn't want it all to happen again now.

 Ms. Ambar immediately took the baby to the bathroom, before long a shrill cry sounded from there. Dara immediately stiffened and felt was afraid of her son why, why, but the tension gradually improved after hearing the voice of Bu Ambar who tried to persuade his son T although still crying but at least Dara knew there was nothing to worry about.

"Well, it's done, right? Pinter Oma's granddaughter, yes, has taken a bath, already scented this." Ms. Ambar came out of the bathroom holding the baby who had been bathed and now wrapped in a towel to the top of the mattress.

 "So why is it so loud crying, bun?" tanya Dara is still not calm if you have not heard the testimony directly from the mother-in-law.

 Ms. Ambar commented with a smile. "No papa, the name of the baby is natural if shocked to touch the water. It will get bigger and no longer, because it will get used to itself."

 Dara Manggut-mangut understand, in looking at it carefully the way Bu Ambar dressed the baby with deft clothes but did not seem difficult at all. Even the baby looks a henna because it does not need to wait long to finish dressing and in bedong as well.

"Well, done. Try here Oma would like to kiss first, ummm .. pangangunya Oma's grandson," said Bu Ambar seemed satisfied to look at his grandson who is now a henchman in a peach-colored bedong that he bought the other day. Even a matching colored ribbon also adorns the head of the baby who has been growing hair since from the womb.

 Dara also seemed to smile a little staring at the intimacy of her mother-in-law and baby.

 But when the cool middle looked at them, the sound of knocking on the front door blew his daydream.

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"Mbak Dara, help me Ma'am!"