TABIR (The Actor Turns Out to be My Brother)
CHAPTER 241.
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.
After a while there seemed to be no meaningful movement from a piece of body that Dara saw, until finally Dara ventured to enter through the gate of Mr. Jamal's house which was not in the key and approached a body that seemed to be still breathing it.
"Mom? Zaenab's mom?" call Dara to make sure, but after several times Dara tried to shake the fat body was never legitimate from him.
"Did Miss Zaenab faint? But how come it's here? Hasn't Ms Zaenab not been here for a long time?" muttered Dara slowly.
Because there was also no response from Bu Zaenab, Dara finally chose to get out of the porch of the house and walked back to the baby carriage, especially the baby was apparently already agitated and whining since.
"Cup, cup, cup babe. It's mama here, son. We're going to Auntie Indi's house now yeah, sorry old mama ya." Dara tried to comfort the baby, he took the tiny body and then in his carrying in the position of the baby's chin is on his shoulders. Once again Dara scanned towards the terrace of Mr. Jamal, and the body of Bu Zaenab was still in its original position there.
Dara sighed softly and then began to push her baby carriage towards the house of Indi which was just a different block with her house.
"Well, it looks like another rame. Thank God Indi's trading selling sweet continues like it." Dara commented on the smile of seeing Indi sales stalls filled with mothers who are the majority of the wives of entrepreneurs in their housing. And of course they will not buy a little cake, of course, will buy quite a lot for just a snack or at a meal with the family.
"Yes, in?" greeting Dara to Indi who still looks overwhelmed serving buyers alone, because Maryam mother he asked to keep his son who is now almost a year old on the porch there.
Indi turned his head for a moment and immediately smiled at Dara's arrival.
"Eh, Mommy? Yes, it's a rame but it's over soon. Ma'am Dara just come in, wait on the porch with mom." Indi.
Dara nodded and chose to walk to the terrace where Miss Maryam and Inara were playing and having breakfast together there.
"Assalamualaikum," said Dara as he climbed to the terrace floor.
"Wa'alaikumsalam, uh there's Aunt Dara, deck. Same baby grandpa too, tumben sekelia play here? Do you have any advice at home?" sahut Bu Maryam while feeding Inara with baby food.
Dara smiled and nodded. "Yes, Mom. There's a mother at home, but from the morning it's been done all right."
Miss Maryam nodded in understanding. "Ooh, so. Lucky for you, Nak has good and understanding in-laws like Miss Ambar. I'm sorry, I used to argue with him, and until now it still feels reluctant to meet."
Miss Maryam looked at baby Dara with a sad look, remembered by her when the baby was born, he and Bu Ambar to insist because fight for the right to take care of Dara and the baby with their respective beliefs.
But now Miss Maryam is a little bit grateful because during the care and care by Bu Ambar, Dara and the baby always seem healthy and cheerful. Never once did Miss Maryam hear that both Dara and her baby got sick or exposed to the baby blues, or other things that are common in mothers and babies postpartum. All well-maintained and right in the hands of Ambar.
"It's okay, ma'am it's all over, let it be a lesson for all of us. Dara is also very grateful to mother, because thanks to mother Dara can learn a lot about how to be a real mother. No longer just accept clean," concluded Dara with a look of laughter.
Quite a long time to keep quiet while watching people who buy in the pastry and breakfast Indi, Indi, some people have started to go home and there are only a few left who are still busy choosing wet cake at the table there.
"Well," called Miss Maryam slowly, helping Inara lie on a pillow and hold the pacifier in her hand.
"Yes, Mom?" Dara looked and smiled.
"Send me your mother-in-law's apology yes" said Miss Maryam.
At first glance Dara looked at Bu Maryam with a look of disbelief, but a second later she nodded in agreement.
"Of course, ma'am but wouldn't it be better if you talked to your mom directly?"
Maryam nodded weakly. "Mother is still reluctant, later after some time and mother is more ready then I meet her directly, which is important now you convey the message first mother earlier."
"All right, Mom."
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"Sir, this is please eat." Indi handed over a plate of cake that was still left in his sales pitch, after which he sat down beside Dara and slowly took over the tiny baby Dara from his confession so that Dara could freely eat the cake.
"It's over, is it?" ask Dara while taking a piece of cake and eating it.
Indi who had just kissed baby Dara lowered the baby into her arms.
"There's still a little, Ma'am. If it does not run out that will be eaten alone," kekeh Indi sounded loose, after some time this is the first time Dara again saw the figure of her sister who used to be, and then she was, A cheerful and jolly Indi is also beautiful and well-groomed. Now everything is back in him, after all the events that happened and made him stress and look older than his age.
" Then just pack it all up, In. Let Mbak wholesale, want to take home for a meal together mother," said Dara raised the spirit in the chest of Indi who was happy.
"By, Ma'am briefly Indi packs ya." Indi handed back baby Dara in her arms and then wrapped all the rest of the cake in her lap.
"How much is it all, In?" ask Dara who is still sitting on the terrace.
After counting everything, Indi answered. " Thirty-eight thousand, Ma'am. Pay thirty thousand."
Indi was about to turn around by carrying the cake-filled plastic to the virgin place, but his body suddenly stiffened to see someone who was staring at him from a distance with a blank look, the dull long hair that covered his head seemed to decompose in the wind to cover a dusty face.
"I-that's ...."