TABIR (The Actor Turns Out to be My Brother)
CHAPTER 228. CONTRARINESS.

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"Mbak Dara, help me Ma'am!"

 Dara frowned, feeling quite familiar with the voice of someone who was now outside the door.

"Well, is there anyone?" mumbling Bu Ambar while putting his grandson back on the bed.

 "Yes, Bun. Mother heard too huh? Who is it, Bun?" Dara chimed.

 Ms. Ambar shook her shoulders as she did not know who was visiting.

"Let's see first" said Bu ambar.

 Dara nodded his ass, but had not had time to step out apparently elis had already come and told about the guest to them.

"Sir, Ma'am .. There is Mr. Jamal outside" he said .

 Ms. Ambar turned around for a moment to look at Dara, looking at her daughter-in-law's face became a little astonished to hear the report from Elis.

"Who? Mr Jamal? Didn't he say he was sick? Why even come here? Does it maybe need help? Is it possible that Ms Zaenab has not returned home either? Though he said Mas Zaki had told him the condition of Mr. Jamal with Bu Zaenab loh," said Dara bertubi tubi.

 Elis shrugged his shoulders, but Ambar quickly stepped back to the front because he did not want his guest who was reported to be sick was waiting too long.

"Have been, and then will have speculated. Elis please make a warm drink yes, mother wants to go ahead first to see Mr. Jamal," said Ambar and then immediately passed to the front.

 While Elis himself went straight to the kitchen to make what was ordered by Ambar.

 Ms. Ambar came out from behind the door, at the sight of her neighbor who was now sitting on the front porch chair with her arms rested, her old face was very pale and her body was trembling. It is possible that Mr. Jamal is holding back the pain and cold at this time looking down from the expression of his body.

 Unbearable, Ambar immediately greeted Mr. Jamal and invited him into a warmer house, because outside was cloudy and the air that blew was quite cold.

"Sir, just go inside the yuk. It's cold out here" said Bu Ambar, waving to have Mr. Jamal follow him.

 Mr. Jamal turned his head, the pale face hue looked more and more obvious. His lips seemed to tremble violently when he was about to put out a word.

"T- ti-not u .. pas, my ma'am .. I'm here only," she said subtly, subtly, though Bu Ambar knew that Mr. Jamal could not stand being on the terrace for too long.

" I'm not strong, sir, if I mostly get wind. So let's talk inside, sir, it's better. Yuk, sir." Ms. Ambar is forcing.

 Finally Mr. Jamal according, can not argue anymore. Although with difficulty and occasionally hampie fell because it was not good to ask for help from Ambar to enter, Mr. Jamal was finally able to arrive at the living room chair safely.

His breath seemed stingy, even though the distance traveled was not up to five meters. Very obvious if Mr. Jamal is currently in severe pain, his pale face is now starting to be decorated with cold sweat makes Bu Ambar become anxious.

 "Sir, I'll get you some medicine. What's sick dad?" Ask Ms. Ambar.

 But Mr. Jamal shook his head. " No, Mom thank you. I'm fine, I'm just here to find Zaki."

 Miss Ambar the mangosteen, and shortly from there Elis appeared with a glass of warm ginger in her hand.

"Sir, this is please drink," said Elis kindly.

 Mr. Jamal reviewed the smile on his pale and dry lips, then nodded his ass but did not take a glass filled with ginger wedang to drink it.

"Have a drink, sir. Let's be a little segeran, my father saw that pale," persuaded Bu Ambar who really felt unbearable to see the condition of Mr. Jamal.

"Ah, yes yes thank you very much yes," said Mr. Jamal happy, in reaching the glass with slowly thin fingers seemed to vibrate when lifting the glass and drink it slowly.

 At first glance looks a look of satisfaction on the face of Mr. Jamal, maybe actually he really wanted to make a similar drink when at home but because of himself and no one can be asked for help then he could not get it at home. Gratitude has understanding neighbors like this Dara family.

"Sir, by the way, you said you were here looking for Zaki? What's up, sir? " ask Ambar again after Mr. Jamal spent half of the jumbo-sized glass, maybe so relieved that it did not feel half the contents of the glass moved to his stomach and made Mr. Jamal now feel better than before. His body was no longer trembling like that.

"Yes, I would like to ask Mas Zaki, ma'am. If possible and not burdensome," said Mr. Jamal, his voice began to sound louder than earlier mixed with vibrations.

"What do you ask for, sir?"

 Mr. Jamal briefly smiled. "I just had my first grandchild, Mom."

"Thank God, good news, sir. So what can we do for you, sir?" Bu Ambar replied with enthusiasm.

 Mr. Jamal nodded happily, the look in his eyes that had been sunken now seemed more sparkling when talking about his grandson.

"If I may, I .. I would like to ask to be escorted to the house of my son who just gave me the grandson, Mom. Not intended to be troublesome, but .. honestly I am afraid if I take public transportation or bring my own motor there, especially when my condition is not too healthy like this. But then again, if not troublesome, ma'am. If I can't, I don't force." Mr. Jamal throws a thin smile at Ms. Ambar before turning back to the glass containing ginger that is still half inside and drink it to the toilet.

 "Oooh, that's how it looks." Miss Ambar mangosteen. "But, now the zakinya is at work, sir. So you can't take you now, maybe later when he's home from work? How's it?" haggar Bu Ambar gives you a choice.

 Jamal nodded with more excitement.

"Later I'll have Zaki go to your father's house after he gets home and get ready, sir." Mom smiled too.

 "Ah, yes yes thank you once again, Mom you guys family is very good, I am very grateful to know the family as well as you guys. Again, thank you very much."

"Not so, sir as neighbors we should help each other." Ambar shook his hand in the air.

"Alright, then excuse me to go home first, ma'am. Thank you once again" said Mr. Jamal.

 Bu Ambar agreed and then drove Mr. Jamal who looked better to the terrace of the house, and made sure he entered his own house before returning to enter.

 When he returned inside, Ambar passed by Elis who was cleaning up the remaining glass of Jamal's drink.

"What a pity, Mr Jamal, Mom? Already sick so sick, even in his wife's residence. Staying at home alone continues no one to take care of anymore" chirped Elis furious.

 Ms. Ambar commented with a smile. "Yes, but what power do we have to interfere in people's affairs? Leave them alone. God willing, the road will meet itself, we just pray for the best.".

"Yes, but it doesn't feel like Mom saw it that way. It is old, even in living alone in times of illness like this. Elis is not, Mom. I know Elis was an orphan, had no parents so seeing the parents abandoned was so heartless, Mom," said Elis with pursed lips.

Miss Ambar laughed for a moment. "Do you know where Jamal came from? He still has a house, he still has a decent shelter, he still has a shop even though it is closed. It could be that his son is not able to visit because of something, right?"

 Elis. "Huh, what is too important to pass the interests of parents themselves?"

"The child has just given birth" said Bu Ambar.

 Elis's eyes were wide. "What's? Whose son is 'Bu?"

"Sir Jamal."

"An - his son, Mr. Jamal .... I mean, Mr. Jamal's mother just gave birth, is that it?" fawning Elis with stammering.

 Ambar nodded a few times.

 Elis seemed to start misbehaving now, while scratching the scratch on his neck Elis smiled stiffly.

"Well, don't judge others before you know the truth. Fortunately, it's just the same I try if everyone else out there is definitely ashamed of you. Yes already, now you better pick up the twins. It's noon, soon their home hours," concluded Bu Ambar mediate.

 "Eh, yes Ma'am. Duh until it was not realized it was noon," grumbled Elis as she stepped into the kitchen to put the glass in her hand, and prepared to pick up her two foster children in elementary school .

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Somewhere else.

"Good to you!" Ms. Zaenab went into Ziva's room with an angry face, her booming voice made the sleeping baby ziva instantly startled and cried loudly.

"Mom, why do you have to scream? No pity what his granddaughter was so shocked like this?" gerutu Ziva while holding the baby and trying to calm him down.

 Ms. Zaenab even snorted indifferently, she crossed her chest and looked at the cynical child.

 "Yes your own fault, why are you ? Pake ngabarin your father all about this baby? You want your father to come here and keep mad at me. Do you know that you're here to avoid your father being that temperament? Even if he wants to tell his father again, you son bo doh you're the son!" maki Bu Zaenab does not care about his words that have been very outrageous to the child.

"What do you mean, Mom? What is tempramental? While the father was the least frequent whose name was angry excessively ma'am, in fact who often kayak so that mother, did not the wrong mother say father temprament? Ziva knows, it's just the mother's wits to make a cover-up of a mistake that I've actually made myself?" reply Ziva fierce, the baby is now calm because given Asi by him so he does not have to worry about the child will wake up again because the voice of his mother who is like a mosque toa.

 Bu Zaenab's eyes widened, not expecting to get resistance from the child who had always been in his zolima.

"What did you say? So you mean your mother's a liar? That so?" cecar Bu Zaenab is upset.

 His old face was increasingly flushed with emotion, not to mention that Ziva did not seem to be afraid of him at all. Because Amar was not there at that time, then the opportunity was used Ziva to fight the mother, because if there was Amar then Amar would always ask him to surrender and be silent, and to be honest Ziva doesn't like to be in that condition.

"If so, then why, Mom? Isn't that how it is, isn't it?" cynical Ziva deliberately provokes the anger of Bu Zaenab, his mother is not someone who is good at keeping his tongue when he is angry and Ziva wants his own mother who unloads her own rottenness from her own mouth, that way he will definitely not be able to dodge again later.

 And sure enough, it didn't take long now Bu Zaenab's face has hardened and flushed like a boiled crab. His hands were clenched, with jaws that made a rumbling sound. But instead of being afraid, Ziva instead acted as if challenging his mother.

"You ...."

"I what, Mom? I'm right, aren't I? Aye right? Honestly, Mom, I know everything, I know that you've ...."

"Shut up! Don't you dare speak again to you, you ungodly child. Can you fight your mother like this? Where did you learn from? Surely that brash man right who has taught you to be brash like this same old man? Aye right? Just like you!" bentak Bu zaenab out of stock his patience.

 His eyes dodged with index finger pointing right at the face of Ziva who was looking at him without fear and trepidation in the slightest.

 Ziba smiled obliquely at his mother's words at that time, he could be guilty but instead scolded others who interrupted his mistake. It's so funny that mother of one mother, that, if Ziva had not remembered that Bu Zaenab was also the one who had brought him to life in this world, Ziva would have fought Bu Zaenab even worse than this.

"Well, you son and daughter-in-law don't know how to profit. I tried to take the baby back then, but this was the payoff. I don't know what they think so they don't remember the kindness of their own parents who even willingly brought to the police station just to take their child," snorting Bu Zaenab even brought up what he had done for the child and his daughter-in-law. Though all of that is not based on mutual agreement, it can only be Bu Zaenab because she can't wait to bring the baby home but does not want to spend a penny to make up for it.

 I Ziva chuckled at the words that came from the lips of Bu Zaenab, his innocent yet ignorant and reckless mother.

"Geez, the mother was because of the carelessness of her own mother. Selling sad stories to people in order to get sympathy, persuading hospital officials so that this baby can be brought home , even to the point of asking money to a neighbor mother whose child had been helped by the father, and lastly the mother was desperate to kidnap this baby from her room only because it had run out of ways to be able to bring him home. At that time, Ziva and Mas Amar said that we would try our best to redeem the baby by borrowing money from the bank. But the mother instead said she was embarrassed and took a unilateral decision, until finally brought to the police station. And now you want to blame us for all that mother's own carelessness?" cycar Ziva made Bu Zaenab instantly silent without twitching.