TABIR (The Actor Turns Out to be My Brother)
CHAPTER 33. UNCHANGED.
"You want to go, Dek?" search Dara stop her steps.
Indi back cengenesan. "I-yes, Ma'am. Can't you? Take a day off."
"Who's the guy?"
"Hmmmm same .. same...."
"Who's the guy?" dara began to suspect.
Indi grinned wide then lowered his head in embarrassment. "Mas Zaki."
Dara held back her laughter, all of a sudden all of the annoyance in her heart broke when she heard Indi mention Zaki as Mas.
"Ooohhhhhhh ..," said Dara ber oh ria's great-granddaughter while she had a little beard.
Indi stomped his feet in annoyance. "That's already dong, Ma'am. Really, yeah, I'm gone."
"Eh wait," interrupted Dara.
Indi stopped his steps that were about to turn towards the exit of the house.
"What, Ma'am? Cepetan later Mas Zaki later wait for him."
Dara approached and stuck a piece of red money into Indi's hand.
"Make snacks, do not habitually ask for a male tract especially if it is not halal. Later if he fights back he asks for more money that he used during the same decade you," continued Dara chuckling.
Indi gladly received the money that Dara gave him.
"Thank you, my dear mother." Indi hugged Dara and kissed her left right cheek.
"Yes, it's over there. He said he was afraid of his Mamas waiting a long time," ledek Dara further.
Indi nodded and turned around about to come out, but came back again while glaring his eyes at Dara.
"Sir, look here first." Indi pulls Dara's hand.
Dara frowned looking at Indi's strange behavior. "What the hell, Dek? That's your eye why? Cockroach splinter?"
Indi slammed Dara's hand slowly with her lips cut. "Ish, he said my eyes look like yours. Kan manor later Mbak suddenly miss Father, so mending now just look at my eyes. Oho! Or do I just photograph my eyes keep sending to Mommy? Just jerk."
Indi pulled out his phone and pointed the selfi camera as close as possible to his eyes.
Dara kept Indi's phone away from her eyes. "Aish, what the hell are you. Don't be weird, just go. Later in the nangessss residence."
"Oh, yeah, I don't want to." Indi put his lips together and walked away.
"Not coming home!" exclaim Dara before Indi enters Zaki's car.
Indi turned his head and said. "No, Ma'am. At least it's dawn or morning."
"The liver!" grumpy Dara while looking at the window.
"Joking, Mbakkkkk!" exclamation Indi chuckles.
Indi waved his hand after the car started speeding and honked twice as it crossed the window where Dara was standing.
"Duh, that kid. From the past always make a heart spot," murmured Dara reminiscing about his childhood with Indi.
Where Indi who has always had a lot of behavior can always make his heart almost dislodged because of his behavior.
"Mama why daydream?" asked Farah who approached Dara at the window.
Dara gasped in shock because she was daydreaming.
"That's the fruit has been peeled all the same Miss Elis, but Mama even diem aja here." Farah pointed towards the mat that had been stretched Dara for them to sit down.
Dara patted his eel slowly. "Ah, yes. Sorry, baby, because Aunt Indi Mama so forgot we want to bully, let's make the season yuk."
Dara led Farah back to sit and started concocting the seasoning that had been prepared in ulekan.
"Well, it's ready. Make this Farah sweet lute spice yes, son." Dara thrusting a bowl of herbs without chili to the front of Farah.
"Thank you, Mama." Farah accepted it while smiling happily.
They enjoy the song while joking around and occasionally laughing out loud when telling funny things. Elis deliberately lures Dara with humor so that Dara does not continue to grieve when she remembers the late Mr. Bagyo.
The day is getting late, too cool to chat while enjoying the rujak make them even forget the time.
"Assalamu'alaikum" said Fatan, who had just returned from work and heard a noise in the kitchen.
"Wa'alaikumsalam," they answered simultaneously.
"Father!" The twins immediately hugged Fatan, and Fatan kissed the two of them one by one.
"Well, you're home, man? Is it afternoon, huh? Oh my goodness, Lis. We forgot the time" said Dara frantically, as she had not prepared anything for her family's dinner.
"Yes, Mother. Sorry ma'am because Elis a lot.ong from earlier," said Elis while rushing to help Dara clean dishes and bowls and other items that they had used perejak.
Unlike usual, this time Fatan just stared at Dara flatly.
Dara who realized it immediately asked Elis to bring the twins to take a bath and approached her husband who was now moving to sit at the dining table.
"Tumben you're careless today? When your husband wants to go home from work, you don't do anything?" fatan said calmly but so pierced Dara's heart.
"You angry, Mas?" hiss Dara almost cried, because since the first marriage Fatan never said that cold to him.
Fatan just took a breath and went on his own to pick up a bottle of cold drink in the refrigerator and return to his seat again.
"You're not angry, just surprised."
"But your words are so cold, Mom. This is not your nature! I've known you for a long time, Mom. Now honestly are you mad at me because I haven't prepared anything to welcome you home?" oceh Dara shed tears.
Fatan glanced at Dara at a glance, but because he could not bear to see Dara's tears finally Fatan chose to stay still and lowered his head at the dining table.
Dara who felt unappreciated finally went away with a painful heart. "Little you, ma'am," he said before drifting away.
Brakkk
Dara slammed the door of the room with all her might, her heart ached and hurt. Though just a few days he was left to his beloved father. His sadness was still felt and now even increased with the attitude of Fatan who suddenly became strange.
"What is this, O God? What's wrong with my husband?" his Dara lirih.
His heart was not careless, but Fatan did not do anything strange. Just an ordinary reprimand maybe because he was too tired at the office and when he came home was not welcomed well, then made him behave like that.
But not in Dara's mind, so never treated so cold by Fatan made him immediately hurt and cry as much as on the pillow.
"What's this?" Though Mas Fatan is not necessarily really angry, it could be Mas Fatan just tired again. Why don't these tears stop?" moaning Dara sat up and looked at the reflection of her reflection in the mirror.
"Tempo day while vc Mas Fatan in this room, there is a shadow of people passing behind him. Is that really a person? Or just my hallucinations? If it's a real person, is it possible for my husband ...."
Dara hung her words, suddenly feeling scared by her own assumptions.
Dara tried to smile as she continued to stare at the large mirror in front of her. But the smile looked strange with a puddle of tears constantly running down her cheeks.
"No, right? It's not gonna be, is it? It's just my feeling, right?" dara's feathers stood looking at the scene in her dagger, which was even more terrifying than a ghost.