TABIR (The Actor Turns Out to be My Brother)
CHAPTER 234. IS THIS KARMA?
*Ziva POV
~doesn't want me to be like this, but everything that comes out of that sweet, condemning lip is breaking down all the love in the soul. Nestapa who was buried during his longing is now spewed without any obstructions from him.
Sorry, soul. For too long I put you in misery by always giving in, sorry soul.
I promise after this we will achieve happiness, we have been fighting too long in the nestapa hole.
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Ziva stepped out of Bu Zaenab alone in the front room, without looking back at her.
Ms. Zaenab who realized left alone in the end began to cry, her heart hurt because of the word Ziva's rejection of her apparently really hurt her heart. But not Bu Zaenab's name if he will immediately be aware of all his mistakes and willing to admit it.
Ms. Zaenab quickly wiped away her tears and took wide steps towards the room where her husband had been taken.
Chequelek
The door opened in front of Bu Zaenab, his steps leading his fat body into it. Scanning the condition of the room which for some time has been a place to rest unwind.
On the bed, Ms. Zaenab found Mr. Jamal's body lying weak, his eyes closed with a blanket covering almost all parts of his body except the head. Occasionally heard groans from the lips of Mr. Jamal who may not be aware of him.
"Huh, old man's policy is a lot of behavior," snorted Bu Zaenab as he passed.
Ms. Zaenab swung a step closer to the wardrobe, opened it and took out a large bag from there. The bag he used to load his clothes and some of his belongings.
Ms. Zaenab checked the contents first before finally lifting them out of the room.
Passing through Ziva's room, there was no sound of baby crying from inside. Although the room occupied by Ziva did not use the door, but the curtain closed to cover the entire door. There was also the sound of people chatting in there. Maybe Ziva was with Amar who was discussing something there.
Do not want to care even though he really wants to hold the grandson again, but in the end Bu Zaenab again lost by ego and a sense of high prestige. With a certain step, Ms. Zaenab came out of the house, armed with a paper containing the home address of Zulfa's husband, Bu Zaenab was desperate to leave even without adequate supplies. No saying goodbye, no greeting and no telling anyone, anyway he thought everyone would know later after Ziva spoke. Ziva was the one who kicked him out, not him who wanted to go alone, so thought Bu Zaenab's current position was safe .
"Huh, just got a rented house just arrogant for mercy. Maybe he kicked his mother out of there, just be careful if you need help. Even if he comes crying blood, I won't help him in the least. The child does not know in profit, does not know himself, huh why I gave birth to him," omel Bu Zaenab is still unceasingly angry at Ziva who may now be able to sleep peacefully and soundly after his departure.
Then the tares of the vehicle carried the dust of the road to the edge, Ms. Zaenab who had been walking down the sidewalk coughed with a cough due to the smoke and dust entering her nose.
"Check, uhuk. So much of this dust. Hah, where else is this address, where do I not know where this is. How do you think now?" bu Zaenab's sigh began to despair.
Tired of constantly circling the road, finally Bu Zaenab chose to rest and sit at a stop that seemed to no longer operate. There also appeared some people who were sitting while joking with friends.
"Excuse me, deck." Ms. Zaenab tried to find a way out of her problem by approaching the young boy who was hanging out.
" What's up, Mom?" asked one of them while turning his body to look at Bu Zaenab from toe to head.
"Here, I'm gonna ask if anyone knows this address?" said Ms. Zaenab while giving a paper bearing the address of Zulfa's house that she got from him yesterday. Because according to Zulfa now he is bought a new house by the husband different areas with their old house before.
The young boy was scrambling to see the address on the paper that was addressed by Zaenab. A moment later one of them stood with his long legs which made his body taller than Bu Zaenab.
"I know, mommy's coming here. To this address." he asked Bu Zaenab.
Bu Zaenab nodded repeatedly, feeling that he had a fresh breeze through the offer of a young man whose age was still around a dozen years old.
"Yes, can you show me the way?" ask Ms. Zaenab.
The young man stared at his friend at a glance, then turned back to Bu Zaenab.
"I'll take it with me, Mom. Let's be quick," he concluded to make Bu Zaenab more excited.
"really? Thank goodness then" said Ms. Zaenab gladly.
The young man immediately climbed onto a metic motorbike which some apparently had been modified. His voice was not comfortable to hear, either, but Ms. Zaenab did not care about it the most important thing for her at this time she could get to the house of her other child even though she had to withstand the noise from the exhaust of the motorbike all the way.
"I'm kind of speeding up, ma'am so it's faster to get there. Later this through the way of the mouse is also the problem," said the young blonde to Zaenab who has now sat on his bonnet and held on to the back of the motor iron.
Although somewhat anxious because this time riding a motorbike that looks and shape is not convincing at all, Ms. Zaenab resigned anyway she thought this would not be long and she would soon reach the house of Zulfa which in her shadow must be good and magnificent.
The trip has taken almost half an hour, but there is no sign that it will arrive. Especially now on the left and right they are silent and tight rubber plantations. There is no longer a house of residents there, the surrounding is all full of rubber trees.
"Where are we? Do you want to go to my son's house to pass through this plantation first?" mrs Zaenab began to worry.
"Have been quiet, don't ask too many questions." The young man in front of him now began to answer tightly.
Ms. Zaenab was trembling, especially when she saw in front of the rubber plant was getting closer and the darkening situation was covered by the leaves of large trees..