TABIR (The Actor Turns Out to be My Brother)
CHAPTER 236. ACTUAL CONDITION.
Ms. Zaenab covered her nose as an unpleasant foul odor spread to the point of piercing her kiss.
The seedy and muddy surroundings, not to mention the irrigation channels whose blackened water makes Bu Zaenab nauseous extraordinarily.
"Mom, where are we going? Why is it this way?" asked Ms. Zaenab to the mother she had met in the rubber garden.
The mother turned a glance and then refocused walking in front, making sure her feet did not step on puddles and muddy roads that were almost flat in all parts of the road body.
"Don't you go to Zulfa's house? Yes this way."
Bu Zaenab's heart suddenly beat fast, various kinds of thoughts had perched in his mind. Whereas in his shadow the housing complex that Zulfa meant was elite housing like his in-laws house as Bu Zaenab knew when he used to visit there. But what was before him was now completely inversely proportional to what was in his shadow.
"Well, there it is the house Ma'am. Zulfa's wealth is still in the house, the door is still open," the mother said, pointing to a small house made from permanent pink soft paint, the yard is not too broad but the neat arrangement makes it look very comfortable.
Ms. Zaenab was still following the steps of the mother to walk towards the house which she said was the house of Zulfa, whether Zulfa her son or just the same name Bu Zaenab was still guessing hell.
"Assalamualaikum, my! Zulfa! Assalamualaikum." The mother called Zulfa rather loudly.
Still quiet, it seems the owner of the house has not heard if there are guests who visit his house.
"Assalamualaikum, Zulfa! Zulfa! There's your mother!" exclaimed the mother again, her voice was so flattened that it seemed that if she was inside the house would be a pengang because she heard her screams.
And sure enough, before long it seemed someone walking with footsteps in drag while carrying a black bucket that seemed to contain clothes that had just been washed. But what makes Bu Zaenab wrong focus is the appearance of the woman who looks shabby and Kumal, not to mention the clothes she wears will be more suitable to be called a washcloth than clothes to wear.
"Wa'alaikumsalam, uh Bu Tiwi. What's up, Mom?" the woman who had been watching Bu Zaenab raised her face that still looked sweaty, the smile on the sweet face seemed to slowly fade when she looked at Bu Zaenab.
"This, Zulfa. I met this mother at the plantation, she said she searched your address so I anterin here. So is this really your mother?" The woman who was greeted by Zulfa Tiwi.
Zulfa pulled the corner of her lips and smiled. "Ah, yes ma'am thank you for bringing my mother here."
"Yes, oh yes, he said your mother was robbed, just as the story has been, robbed and in living in the garden down there. My advice is to let you report to the police, Zul. Pity your mother," said Bu Tiwi whose tone of speech was flattering and lemes it.
Zulfa nodded and smiled again, his countenance revealing discomfort now.
"It's good, Mom once I say thank you for taking my mother here" concluded Zulfa.
Bu Tiwi nodded. "Yes yes, then I want to continue first." Bu Tiwi turned around and immediately stepped quickly towards returning to the plantation.
After Bu tiwi, Zulfa was still in his place. While Bu Zaenab began scanning the entire house and also did not forget the appearance of Zulfa who patiently differed a hundred and eighty degrees from usual if they met. Now the one in front of him was like not Zulfa, with a pale face without her makeup as well as clothes that looked as worn as her tired face.
"Mom? Comein. Why are you sitting there?" take Zulfa with her mother's hand and bring her into the house.
"Zu-Zulfa ... This-this is really your house, son? The house you said you bought your husband?" cecar Bu Zaenab started asking questions.
Zulfa sat down near her mother, her eyes staring at every corner of the not-so-big room. Then he looked down, one tear drop seemed to fall into his lap.
"Yes, Mom. This is his house, the house that Zulfa's husband bought for Zulfa." Zulfa tried to pull his smile even though stiff felt, the picture of pain seemed to hang in the spotlight of his eyes.
"Then ... Then what about the house he used to say for your wedding gift? Why don't you live there? Why choose here?" mrs Zaenab still doesn't understand.
Zulfa could not stand it anymore, he immediately hit his mother's body and shed his tears there. Sobbing Isak until his shoulder shook violently.
"Zulfa, what's wrong, son? Why are you crying?" asked Bu Zaenab while stroking the back of his favorite child.
After a while, Zulfa had already calmed down he took off his embrace from Bu Zaenab's body and took a deep breath.
"Why, son? Tell me if it can calm you down" said Ms. Zaenab affectionately. The affection that only he devoted to Zulfa, but not in the same for Ziva the elder brother.
"Truely, the house was .. it was occupied by Mas Haris and his new wife, Ma'am." Zulfa is back.
Jlegarrrr
Bak was struck by lightning in broad daylight Bu Zaenab was very surprised to hear the news conveyed by his favorite child. Though all this time he knew there was no problem in the staircase of his son, and now how could his son be honeyed without his knowledge?.
"Ap- what? New wife? You serious? Don't joke around like this, kid's not funny. I don't like it, yes it's impossible that your husband is married again, you are still beautiful and interesting like this.". Bu Zaenab tried to think positively that at the moment he is only in prank by Zulfa because he wants to give him a surprise.
Zulfa shook his head weakly. "No, Ms. Zulfa didn't lie all this was real. Even now Mas Haris' new wife is pregnant with their child she said."
Grievous.
Of course it is being felt by Zulfa, but what can he do? She can't go back to her parents' house, but she knows that Ms. Zaenab loves Haris as her daughter-in-law. He did not want to make his parents disappointed if he knew his condition now. But it was also impossible for him to keep longer, after all the mother has come and everything will be revealed after this.
"Ap- what? Contain? Oh, my God, Zulfa. Why is your fate so bad, son? You should be happy to marry a rich man. Oh yeah, but even so Haris still gives a pretty living right?" ask Bu Zaenab who still had time to discuss the problem of living in this condition .
Zulfa looked down inside. "Still, Mom but .. now only in the ration of one million only a month because according to Mas Haris now he is in the middle of a lot of costs to prepare for the birth of his child later. So Zulfa now dies from bone slamming so the washerman rubs also sometimes become rubber laborers on the plantation to meet all the needs of Zulfa here."
Brakk!
"What are you saying, Zulfa? Don't turn the facts around like you're right!" screeched at someone who had just come from the direction of the door, his eyes sharply staring at the zulfa as if wanting to swallow him alive.
*Who is he? The new enemy is Zaenab.