TABIR (The Actor Turns Out to be My Brother)
CHAPTER 223. REGRETTING.
Then shortly from there, Ziva appears who has succeeded in forcing Bu Zaenab to open the door of his room and say if the father is sick, but Ziva does not pay attention to the expression of Bu Zaenab's face when saying that.
When Ziva and Amar want to get Mr. Jamal's body into the room that has been occupied by Bu Zaenab. Suddenly Bu Zaenab interrupted. "Huh, that's how it is that it's holy-spirited and always hurts his wife. You get instant karma, right? Rasain, is it good?"
Ziva immediately glared at the dumelan of his mother, at the grab of the mother's hand and in his eyes the old man was deep.
"Please take care of your words, Mom!"
Ms. Zaenab even defied.
"What's wrong, huh? You and your father are the same! Holy poo? Kind and pretentious people understand religion the most. It's the same with you na fik!"
"Astaghfiullah! Zaenab!" peekik Mr. Jamal can't take it anymore..
Bu Zaenab turned to him, nyalang his eyes looked into the eyes of old Mr. Jamal who used to always make him drift in his gaze.
"What's? Why are you yelling at me, Mom? What else do you want ha? Not satisfied you hurt me, right? I am always wrong in your eyes. And now that you want me to admit everything, what am I supposed to admit? What have I done? What's wrong with me?" sergeant Bu Zaenab tubied.
Mr. Jamal could only stroke his chest hearing every word that slid out from Bu Zaenab's lips, a word that seemed to tear down all the trust and love in his heart all this time for Bu Zaenab. Sorry, maybe that's what Mr. Jamal felt because he had never been able to be firm with Ms. Zaenab.
Unable to continue the oral war, Mr. Jamal asked Amar to continue his steps to bring him to the room, the view of Mr. Jamal had begun to budge he wanted to break his body for a moment.
"It's up to you, Nab. Now that I have taken my hands off you, I am tired. Sorry, I gave up on staying with you, Nab."
That's the only word said Mr. Jamal, before Amar finally brought him into the room that had been occupied by Bu Zaenab anyway. Because there are no other rooms in the house, only two rooms were small and very fit Pasan.
Ms. Zaenab looked up, folding her hands on her chest as if she didn't care. But he could not deny if his heart throbbed pain to hear the words of her husband earlier. How not? The love that they have been building will not be easily forgotten, Ms. Zaenab never once betrayed Mr. Jamal even though her behavior may often make Mr. Jamal upset and angry. But he admitted, if from the beginning only Mr. Jamal who is in his heart, reigned there without anyone can shift his position.
" Mom knows? I really have gone too far.". Ziva sighed softly, sounding regretful in every tone of his speech.
"What do you mean?" cynical Ms. Zaenab is still raising her ego..
Ziva laughed at the innocence of his mother who made it.
"What does Ziva mean? Even mother can still ask what Ziva means? The answer is in my mother, Mom. What have you been doing all this time has gone too far? The situation of the father now is a witness."
"What is your father's relationship with his mother? Do not indiscriminately accuse you yes, the new quality knows your taste later." Zaenab ma'am melengos.
"You pray for quality mother? You bastard son of a bitch. Where the name of the child must pray for the best for his parents, not vice versa like you like this. If you know this, once mother has given birth, you know! Know for a while mom just throw you at birth, it has cost a lot for your birth first now after the big even brazen same parents. What kind of kid is that?" maki Bu Zaenab without the slightest thought of Ziva's feelings that would be hurt listened to his words.
Tears dripping from Ziva netra tang had not expected to hear that expression from the mouth of the mother. The woman who he always respected and loved wholeheartedly even though he always treated her differently has now really hurt his heart.
The rest of her affection and respect for the mother disappeared, but she was not exhausted, yawning along with her disappointment.
"What, Mom? So you regret giving birth to Ziva? So Ma?" lirih ziva makes it clear.
Bu Zaenab grunted. "Yes, obviously, you're just the same mom. Which mother wouldn't be disappointed to have a child like you ?"
Quickly Ziva wiped away the tears that were still flowing at both corners of his cheeks, his lips covering a thin smile. His heartache has now been answered, and there is no longer a gap for an apology.
"So you're disappointed you gave birth to Ziva? Well then it would be better if mom just left this house. Forget it if you ever had a child like Ziva, Mom.".
"What's? So you kicked mom out?" exclaimed Bu Zaenab with angry glaring eyes.
Ziva grinned. "Why, Mom? Didn't the first mother expel Ziva from her mother's life? From mom's heart? Did mom forget? If yes then let Ziva remind mother how she used to ruthlessly push Ziva out of the house, expel Ziva with a sharp and painful word, then after many years of not meeting and no longer want to know Ziva because Ziva prefers Mas Amar, now the mother comes to ask for help. Ziva has been helping my mother sincerely all this time, hasn't he? Even Mas Amar sometimes to be willing not to eat because the food rations are taken by the mother. Did you see her angry or offended because of her nature? No, Mom? And now, now you're easily telling me that I'm an ignorant child? Not thank you? Who's wrong here, Mom? What's less as long as I treat mom in the midst of our shortcomings?" pekik Ziva was getting frustrated.
Ms. Zaenab flinched, trying not to be affected at all by the cry of the child who now began to sob after venting his emotions.
Shortly from inside his room there was the sound of a baby crying, followed by the sound of hurried footsteps following forward.
"Who? Ziva, honey? You why? What was? Why crying?" amar asked as he put his wife in his arms.
Ziva was still stunned, but the sound of the baby's cry that must have been disturbed by his voice earlier also made him heartless.
"Ziva is not papa, mas. please look at our baby first," said Ziva slowly.
Amar took off his embrace and nodded according to the words of his wife, walked to their room and calmed the little baby whose body was still red.
As soon as her husband, Ziva turned back to look at the mother who was still in place with her hands folded on her chest. The nature of the bow is still not lost.
"And yes, Mom. I'm not playing with what I said earlier, sorry that this will be my last day as your son. Because my own mother wanted me out of my mother's life, I regret not having given birth to me. All right, after this please, I'll sort out my stuff and get the hell out of here, ma'am. Sorry, it's not Ziva's intention to drive out but it looks like it would be better that way than we are under one roof but always at odds" Ziva said, stressing every word.