TABIR (The Actor Turns Out to be My Brother)
CHAPTER 240.
* Hello all TABIR\ readers, it's very sad that soon this story will be nearing its end. Huhu\, even though it seems like the reader's enthusiasm is the same story of Bu Zaenab is still warm.
So the author plans to continue later the story of Zaenab's mother with her two different children's life story in the author's new story later. I can find the title MY HUSBAND IS MAGICAL. God willing it will be aired after this title is finished. Thank you to everyone who has named the author for almost half a year. Author dear you guys, I'll see you later in the new story. Which will certainly make you more of an author than just ngomelin Bu Zaenab, ehe.
Continue to the main topic of yuk.
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The quiet moon passed in silence, and after many stories and tensions that seemed never to end. Now everyone is slowly finding their way.
Drakes
Drakes
Drakes
Hurrying footsteps sounded along the hallway puskesmas that had begun to quiet because the officers had gone home.
.Laila walked down the corridor to find a room that read Halim's name as a general practitioner there.
Without greetings, without a warning he opened the door which fortunately was not in the key from the inside. With tears breaking he ran into the body of the husband who seemed to be cleaning his work equipment to immediately go home.
"Well, deck? How did you come here? I'll be home soon." The surprised Halim immediately returned the embrace of the wife who sounded a small sob in her arms.
"Dear you cry? What was? Don't make Mas worry," murmured Halim anxiously while cupping Laila's true face had been drenched in tears.
But strangely at that time Laila even smiled, one hand raised giving a small stick that for several months continues to be his loyal friend every month guest date late. And this time, Halim could clearly see a line of two red ones perched there.
Halim's eyes suddenly glazed, the happy news they had waited for almost two years finally came, at a time that was not expected anyway. When they are almost desperate and not so hopeful again will the presence of a baby, Gusti Allah SWT actually sent the little angel now.
"You ... Are you pregnant?" great-grandson Halim full of haru.
Laila nodded. "Yes, Mas. Laila's finally pregnant, there's our child in Laila's stomach now, Mas" Laila explained.
Halim was so happy that she could no longer hold back her tears and laughter at once. Laila's body recovers in her arms and hugs her tightly as if afraid to take it off.
"We go to the hospital now, mas want our prospective child better monitored condition from now on. We have to take care of him as well as we can, baby."
Laila nodded and complied as Halim took her home to go to the hospital to check on the contents of what appeared to be a young man.
Throughout the journey Halim ceaselessly gave encouragement and prohibition on the wife, ranging from not allowing her to work too tired to no longer allowed to do homework. All will be given halim to others to do everything, Laila's job is only one that ensures their baby grows well and healthy until birth later.
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The friendly morning weather, makes Dara eager to bring her tiny baby road in front of the house. Coincidentally the sun that is not too hot makes it comfortable to just sunbathe the baby.
"Mama, Fatur left first." Fatur grabs Dara's hand and kisses her in Farah's well-groomed school uniform.
"Farah yes, Mama. Baby sister drug, we will play again yeah." Farah kissed the red cheeks of her little sister who now seemed to be sleeping in her baby carriage.
"We're leaving first, baby." Zaki kissed Dara on the forehead before giving up his hand to kiss her. Not to forget one light kiss also he pinned to his little daughter who increasingly looked more and more similar to him that.
"Be careful, Mom. Good school kids." Dara waved as her husband's car began to move away carrying the twins there.
After the car was no longer visible in the eye, Dara immediately continued her intention . Pushing her pretty baby stroller out the fence.
"Bun, Dara came out for a while yes," said Dara to Bu Ambar who was just out of the house while carrying a bucket of laundry that had been ready in the sun.
"You want to bring your little one to sunbathe in the morning?" sahut Bu Ambar who with a smile on his face that still looks beautiful even though it is old.
Dara nodded. "Yes, Bun. That's the laundry, Bun. Dara was forgetfulness again wanted laundry in the washing machine. Abisnya hunt the children want breakfast," said Dara when he saw Ambar bu instead began to dry clothes dominated by baby clothes.
"Just like who you are, you're just fine. There walk the same way your beautiful baby, surely he is also bored in the room continues.need to hang around if said Aunty Online, hehe," kekeh Bu Ambar who began to love the now very famous black application.
Dara gave a smile, grateful to have a mother-in-law who never distinguished her and always acted fairly and most importantly did not heavy-heartedly share the duties of the house together, even sometimes all the affairs of the house Bu Ambar who holds it because he knows Dara will still be busy with two twins and also her baby is still small.
"Hey, already there to go even daydreaming while smiling his own smile so to? Later the Sun ta keburu high loh, "make sure Bu Ambar who saw Dara was even pensive in his place, while the baby is now starting to move uncomfortable motion because accidentally his face was exposed to the morning sunlight that is still radiating warm.
" Ah, yeah Bun. Dara sama dedek go first yes, Bun. Just a circumference here here anyway, it won't take long." Dara turned the baby carriage slowly.
Ma'am Ambar nodded anyway. " Yes, the heart is the heart."
Dara replied with a soft nod and a sweet smile, then continued walking out of her house.
The air blows cold, but the cluster up there is not too dense even impressed bright. Maybe because the sun is not high and last night it rains then the atmosphere becomes cool and cooler.
Dara stepped lightly while pushing her baby carriage which now seemed to fall asleep again. While looking around, Dara intends to stop by the cake stall and breakfast owned by Indi to buy some food there. But when passing through the house of Mr. Jamal, his neighbor who has spent more time in his son's house, Dara was quite surprised to see a lump of body lying helplessly in front of the closed door.
"Who? Isn't that Miss Zaenab? Why is it shaped like that? Miss Zaenab, isn't she? But what is so big?" muttered Dara guessed hell while watching the object that captured his attention more carefully.