TABIR (The Actor Turns Out to be My Brother)
CHAPTER 235. IN ROBBERY.
"Down!" the young man snapped loudly, his booming voice filling the remote rubber garden.
Ms. Zaenab trembled even more, there was nothing else she could do but obey the young man who was driving her now. There was no one else there, no one he could ask for a moment's help.
"Ja-don't do what I do." Ms. Zaenab tightly hugged the bag she was carrying, at least although there was not much in it there was still the rest of the money she had taken from Dara and Zaki, there is still half that he will use for his own purposes later.
The young man is tickling. "What's? Why what's mom? What could be in what? I'm still normal, Mom, not a fan of grandma."
The young man chuckled loudly while Bu Zaenab was slightly offended by his words which unfortunately was true.
"Then what do you want to bring me here? Didn't you say you'd take me to the address I showed you? Why did you stray here?" cynical Bu Zaenab began to dare, after all he thought that the child would not do anything to him without knowing that there were many kinds of things.
--author Somplak, what the hell is that?-
The youngster held his chin, his eyes wildly staring towards the bag that Bu Zaenab was carrying.
Aware of the direction of the young man's view, Ms. Zaenab immediately hugged tightly to her bag with a look of pias face.
"Pleasehaven!" I wish someone would hear.
But no, there was no one there. Even the rubber farmers who were supposed to work in the garden this time did not exist, maybe all were coming home to rest.
"Hahahaha, why are you shouting so old mother? No one will listen to you here, hahahaha yell as you please here, but I make sure that if no one will hear, everyone has gone home. And this garden is farthest from the settlement, what do you think?" kekeh the young man who now looks terrible in the eyes of Bu Zaenab.
Even though the previous appearance of the uracan did not seem disturbing, even the noise of the motorbike also sounded ordinary until all this happened.
"Pleasehgg! Help me!" pekik Bu Zaenab again, still has not given up on his fate.
"Tolooonggg! There's my evil one!" screeched the young man as if mocking Bu Zaenab.
After that he laughed loosely while holding his stomach as if the incident in front of his eyes was very funny.
Ms. Zaenab retreated, thinking that she would be able to escape if she ran away from that place.
"Where are you? Blurred? Can you get out of this place by yourself? Sure you won't stray and even meet a wild animal later?" taunting the young man who noticed Bu Zaenab's movements.
Hearing the word of the beast, Ms. Zaenab immediately stopped, apparently she was afraid of the young man's words as well, without knowing that in the plantations that are often visited by humans and do not border the forest, there are very rare wild animals, the most powerful monkeys.
Well but her name was just Bu Zaenab, a plain middle-aged woman who tried to seem more and more. Such is.
Back at Ms. Zaenab, now she can't think anymore. His brain seemed to be dead-end and forced him to quietly wait for fate to side with him.
The young man who was urinating came near him, and in one jolt got the bag that was in his arms. The power of Bu Zaenab's embrace on the bag was not a power comparable to his.
Sraaakkkk
Srreetts
Brussshhhh
Bu Zaenab fell into the thicket of grass on his side, his hands and feet were injured by a clump of sharp grass that overcame his shriveled body. While the bag containing the last money has now changed hands into the hands of the young man who thought it was good.
"Aduuhhhhh," said Bu Zaenab, trying to get up, looking at her baret and bloody hands and feet, causing the wound to ache and begin to itch.
"Well, this is good." Ms. Zaenab raised her face to look at the young man who had now gotten what he wanted, the last money he had tucked between his clothes had changed hands.
But the young man, instead of listening, threw Bu Zaenab's bag which he had looted in the direction of Bu Zaenab until it hit his face.
Brugh
"Take that, you think I care ha? No, hahahahha. Thank you for the payment," the young man laughed cheerfully as he walked towards his motorbike and carried it away in the direction from which they had come.
Her face was inversely proportional to the face of Bu Zaenab who was now crying in awe while hugging her bag. In his examination, the inside turned out all the money had been taken by the boy.
"My money's all gone! Huhuhu," Bu Zaenab's cry sounded heartbreaking, unfortunately no one there heard other than the monkey monkey who seemed confused looking for the source of his voice.
Satisfied with crying, Ms. Zaenab got up and started walking slowly towards where the young man had gone. The path that ledges in the grass seems often in use by people passing by, maybe people who work in the rubber garden.
Tracing the road in a place she did not know, Ms. Zaenab kept crying. I didn't realize how long he had been walking.
"Who? Why Ma'am? How come you get out of the garden crying?" ask a mother who seems to have just left for rubber sap Menderes.
Bu Zaenab looked up, his heart cheering for gratitude finally there was a person he met in that place.
"Mom? Why even daydream? Mother why? Why are you crying here?" repeat mother mother who wears thick cold powder on her face it .
Ms. Zaenab flinched, and came back crying loudly.
"I was robbed, all my money was taken away by unknown people" Isak Bu Zaenab made the mother's heartless.
He took a bottle of drinking water stuck in his waist, given yes to Ms. Zaenab.
"Drink first, ma'am, just be quieter.".
Although it is rather uncomfortable to see the color of the bottle that has been dull and dirty inevitably Bu Zaenab received it also because in fact it was also very thirsty.
"Try to tell me slowly how did you get in the garden? The garden was far away, ma'am and very few people went there. The bravest is only the owner of the garden with a few of his men," asked the mother again.
Ms. Zaenab handed back the woman's bottle, and began to tell her where she came from.
"Oh my God, pity. Where are you going?" ask the woman after hearing the story of Ms. Zaenab.
Ms. Zaenab rubbed her wet and slightly sore face because she was scratched by the sharp grass when she fell. He took a paper with Zulfa's address on it that he kept in his pocket.
"Here, Mom, this is my son's home address. I want to go there but instead of being targeted here, do you know this address?" asked Ms. Zaenab expectantly.
Mother took the paper that was at the goose of Bu Zaenab, and read it.
"Who? This is my residential address as well, Mom, it looks like my mother's son might be my neighbor. What's his name, Mom?"
A happy beam appeared in Bu Zaenab's eyes, eagerly answering the mother's question.
"Zulfa, ma'am my son's name is Zulfa. Do you know me?".
The mother immediately frowned, looking at Bu Zaenab from head to toe.
"This mother? Is it true that Zulfa's mother? "
Zaenab's mother nodded. "Well, why, Mom?" asked Bu Zaenab worried because he saw a significant change in the face of the woman who had just met him.