TABIR (The Actor Turns Out to be My Brother)
CHAPTER 40. CHECK OUT.
Elis rubbed Dara's back, fortunately the position of the two of them was currently quite closed from the view of the other guests. So Elis does not have to take Dara anywhere to be able to just tell a story.
"Are you sure? It could be that Mr. Fatan is so because he is still exhausted from the service outside the city yesterday" whispered Elis.
Dara wiped her tears with a tissue and tried not to cry back.
"No way, Lis. Mbak knew Mas Fatan it was not only yesterday afternoon, and since returning from out of town he really changed. Even he was not at all like the same Mas Fatan anymore as the one before."
"Then why is Mas Fatan so cold like that Ma'am? there can be no reason, right?" elis lirih.
Guests are still joking in their original place while enjoying the dishes provided by Dara as the host for them. Not to forget also some neighbors including Bu Leha and Mother teacher Laila also invited him at once to help take care of the men's goods so that Dara did not bother too much.
"Mbak is also confused, Lis. What is the same about Mas Fatan? why did he turn so drastic?" gumam Dara.
During this time only to Elis or Laila Dara could freely pour out his heart, because they are not both bucket people who like to talk about the disgrace of others outside. And Dara has proven it herself.
Elis seemed to think for a moment. "Ehm, Ma'am. I'm sorry before if Elis said something wrong, but .. did you ever check Mas Fatan's phone?"
Dara nodded slowly. "No, Ma'am always appreciated his privacy. So Ma'am never kepo to open his phone."
Elis sighed softly. "how about to start investigating Mbak try checking his phone Mas Fatan, who knows there is an answer there."
Dara looked at Elis fixedly, but then looked back down.
"But ... You don't dare, Lis."
"Mbak should be able to dare himself, rather than Mbak even tormented continue like this? Which one to choose?" lick Elis.
Elis's slightly raised voice made the twins who were enjoying the cake in front of him look on in surprise.
"Eh, sorry kids. Ma'am El is disturbing, right?" asked Elis gently.
Farah shook her head cutely until her ponytail moved nimble in her head. " Suutttt, don't be noisy El."
Elis nodded and gave him a thumbs up on the two adorable children who were obedient and was his favorite. And after the twins get busy with the cake again, Elis can refocus on Dara.
"Mbak, come! Don't be weak like gini. It's like not Mbak Dara who Elis knows tau, Mbak Dara who Elis knows is firm, good at making decisions, and pinter chatter tactics as well as organize the room."
Plastered
Dara clings slowly to the head of Elis whose speech has begun to stretch where. A smile rose on Dara's lips because of the silliness of Elis who had always made her happy.
"What the hell are you, Lis?"
Elis rubbed his head that had just been snapped by Dara, not hurt just that he wanted to make Dara a little entertained with his clothes.
"Aish, Madam Dara is playing rough right now. Gini dong, Ma'am. The strong, don't be weak!"
Dara rubbed Elis' head while scrambling her hair in two braids. Her favorite hairstyle that has never changed since Dara first met her.
"You have a lot, Lis. Already want to hear the curhatan Mbak. God willing, after you strengthen your determination later, Mbak will do what you said earlier. But ... big hope Ma'am if all this is just a coincidence without anything bad."
"Ready, Ma'am. If you need help later, Elis is always ready to help you. Whenever it's time to call Elis and Elis will come bearing burdens." chuckle Elis joked.
Dara chuckled again and repeatedly patted Elis' arm slowly.
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At nightfall, all the used goods of the event last day had returned clean, neat and was in place again. As well as all handover items are also already in the room Indi the bride and groom.
Dara sat leaning on her mattress while staring out the window where the grass in front of her window seemed to glow over the moonlight.
Chequelek
The door of the room opened, and Fatan entered the room still with the clothes he was wearing during the Indi event that took place this afternoon. As Dara said, Fatan got colder to her.
"You haven't had a bath, have you?" ask Dara pleasantries because usually Fatan is a man who really does not like if his body starts sticky and will rush a shower when it is also very inversely proportional to now when Fatan's body looks sweaty but he even casually sat on the sofa against Dara.
"Mass? you're not listening to me?" added Dara when feeling Fatan did not heed it.
"Yes, why?" fatan said flat, even he did not turn his head to look at Dara.
Dara's heart was pinched, it hurt so much when the usually adoring husband turned around as if we didn't exist.
"What the hell are you, Mas? you changed you know?" dara could no longer hold back her tears.
Fatan shook his guard, and immediately threw the shirt that had just been on instead of him towards the mattress. At first he wanted to throw at Dara but was stopped and threw it in any direction.
"I'm tired, Ma. Please don't make me fuss." Fatan went to the bathroom and closed it hard.
Brakkkk
As if about to escape the door shook and closed tightly in front of Dara, making her even more stunned in her seat.
"What happened to my husband, God? didn't I leave it to you? then why does it become like that, God? I really can't recognize her anymore."
Satisfied with her crying, Dara wiped away her tears. And his eyes began to move wildly looking for something that had been in his pursuit.
Spring
A small ray bounced off the corner of her eye, and Dara immediately approached the direction of the light and pulled over the cloth that covered her.
"Alhamdulillah meet!" whispered Dara slowly while lifting Fatan's phone into his face and getting rid of the husband's shirt that had covered him.
Dara held the phone tightly, her heart pounding as for the first time in their business she began to doubt her husband.
"No check, huh?" hiss Dara while looking at the phone that is in a state of extinguishment.
Interfering with the privacy of others is not Dara's habit, so just checking her husband's own phone has made him tremble and scared to death even though his heart was very curious.
"Ah, giggly. Check first, bismilbornrahmanirrahim hopefully there is nothing, Allah. I hope this is all a coincidence."
Dara started to turn on the phone which turned out to be unlocked. So easily Dara can explore every contents of the phone there.
Dara's eyes are perfectly rounded when opening one application after another that is there.
"Yes Allah ..." whispered Dara with teary eyes.