TABIR (The Actor Turns Out to be My Brother)
CHAPTERS 230. INDEBTEDNESS.
"Ziva! I asked for money, to pay ari ...."
"Well, Zaenab? You're here?" exclaimed Mr. Jamal who did not expect to meet his wife again at his son's house.
Bu Zaenab himself immediately seemed wrong, especially when he realized Zaki's presence there.
"Mom, why do you keep yelling? Dedek again sleep, if surprised because of the sound of mother how?" sela Ziva emerges from the kitchen doorway with a tray filled with drinks for her father and Zaki.
Ms. Zaenab still looked misbehaved, she did not answer.just her fingers seemed to be squeezing each other uneasily.
"Oh yes, nduk. I want to meet my granddaughter, so my father sampe belain ask Mas Zaki anterin to your house. Where he duk, you want to meet," said Mr. Jamal turned back to Ziva, Ziva, rather than colliding muscles or speech with his wife who blurred some time ago it is better for Mr. Jamal to focus on his main purpose of visiting the house of the child.
Ziva reviews the smile after serving the drink on the table.
"Si Dedek is still sleeping, sir . Later after waking up Ziva bring here, yes, you nginep right?" asked Ziva while glancing at Bu Zaenab meaningfully.
Mr. Jamal nodded vigorously while sipping on the warm tea served by his son, it still feels the same as when Ziva was still living with them.
"Yes, I'll stay a few days. You don't mind, do you, Nduk? You rarely also can you come here," said Mr. Jamal softly.
While Bu Zaenab looked gasped at the words of the man who was still her husband's legitimate, an uncomfortable hue immediately appeared from his round and filled face. Want to say but he is not happy if impressed to throw the husband out of his own son's house.
"No dong, sir even Ziva seneng if you want to stay overnight. Long time to be, sir." Ziva again threw a gaze at the mother who now threw her face in the other direction, in the squeeze of a cloth that covered her head tightly while biting her own lower lip.
Mr. Jamal smiled as he nodded his head, as he had expected his beloved daughter to never change. Always love and respect his parents no matter how bad the mother used to throw him out because he prefers to marry a poor man. Even though at that time Mr. Jamal did not mind at all, although poor in property he knew Amar was an honest and diligent young man, once he wanted to hire a Amar in his shop but was immediately rejected by Bu Zaenab raw because he was afraid his shop was rigged.
Though it was often Bu Zaenab himself who cheated in her husband's shop, taking money and goods as he pleased without telling the husband.
Returning to the atmosphere earlier, shortly from there the sound of a motor entering the yard of the house that is not so broad. Ms. Zaenab who happened to be still standing in her place a in the doorway immediately turned her head and found the face of her son-in-law who was black shiny because he was constantly exposed to the sun and dust coming down from an online motorcycle taxi.
Ms. Zaenab snorted, then chose to quickly go inside and then to the room that was provided for her. Without saying anything else to her husband and son, at all.
"Assalamu'alaikum" said Amar who had just arrived and found out at his house there were guests from Zaki's car parked in front of the house.
"Wa'alaikumsalam."
"Eh, father? Thank God, I ended up playing here too." Amar smiled and immediately reached out to the hand of the old man whom he had considered his own parents.
Mr. Jamal extended his hand, letting Amar kiss him a reverent. While his other hand he used to pat slowly the shoulder of Amar, his favorite daughter-in-law.
"How are you, le? Healthy?" asked Mr. Jamal without any hesitation at all to see Amar's body dark and wet with sweat.
But just one step, he had stopped coming back because he had accidentally seen a stranger before his eyes.
"Well, is she here too? Do you know where my house is?" amar asked Zaki who had been watching him since.
Zaki smiled, welcoming Amar's hand.
"I'm just dropping off Mr. Jamal, Mas."
"Yes, Le. Mas Zaki is his neighbor father, he is a very good person not only Mas zaki but also all his family is good and generous." Jamal sir.
Zaki smiled and shook his head slowly. "Ah, Jamal sir is overstating."
"Who? Exceed how much more? That's all I'm saying is Mas Zaki's reality, don't be so humble ah." Mr. Jamal is strong with his opinion.
"I fear arrogance later, let's just say all this is a form of help Gusti Allah SWT to Mr. Jamal through my intercession" said Zaki did not let go of his smile.
Amar who was about to enter the house and take a shower immediately disengaged his intention and returned to sit not far from Mr. Jamal.
"But I am ready to testify, Mas if Masnya and family are really good people," said Amar anyway.
Zaki turned to look at him.
"Sorry, what does it mean? Duh kok so I this is what is talked about, I became unpleasant," said Zaki sungkan.
Amar chuckled softly. " It doesn't have to be that way, Mom. The name of a good person is so, it is always not okay if said well, it must always be low. Though without the need in the umbar any other people will still know about the kindness of Mas Zaki."
Zaki still shook his head to hear Amar's words which according to a too excessive, even though his mind was never that good in helping. So Zaki felt unworthy to be said that by Amar and Mr. Jamal.
Amar looked at his wife. "Oh yeah, deck. You want to know the good guy who helped us make up for the dedek's hospital fee?"
Ziva shook his head slowly. "No idea, Mas."
And Amar raised his hand to Zaki.
"That person, yes ... Mas Zaki's parents," he said firmly and clearly, making Zaki even more unwell.
Ziva's eyes sontak. "Oh yeah? Did ya? Then so we have a very large debt Budi with the Mas Zaki family. Oh God, Ziva did not expect at all," said Ziva moved.
"Hey, what is this debt Budi Budi all debt? If you want to do it sincerely, do not expect a reply! You rich man, Sokan!"