TABIR (The Actor Turns Out to be My Brother)
CHAPTER 42. STARTED UNCOVERED.
After finishing the road and eating, they went home to each other.
Indi and Bu Maryam seemed to enter the house with their faces bent and sour, Indi instead threw a handbag that he carried onto the sofa and joined his body there.
"Duh, I swear to In. Your prospective in-laws are really really cool?" groused Bu Maryam while following Indi laid her body on the sofa while leaning back casually removing all tired and upset in the chest.
Indi let out a long breath. "Well, you know, Mom. His name is also rich people may not be accustomed to join with our rich ordinary people. But mama seneng right I can also dapetin a future husband rich tajir Mbak Dara?"
Miss Maryam got up and her eyes twinkled explaining how happy she was.
"Hooo is definitely a big fan, In! but later you say your mother is not stingy like Dara loh ya. Should inget services who you can to kayak gini, do not disobey like Dara who forget just like mother after becoming rich." Miss Maryam deliberately raised her voice so that the person in question was offended.
Miss Maryam seems to have forgotten who she is currently at home.
"What did mom say? Ma'am Dara was never stingy with us, Mom. That shirt that I wear is also bought in the same Ma'am Dara, expensive loh it's Bu the price, just look at the label if you don't believe," said Indi defended Dara.
Ms. Maryam piqued not liking if there was anyone against her words, but because it was Indi her favorite child then Miss Maryam just kept quiet without refuting her words.
"Well, you and Indi have come home?" sapa Dara who just came out of her room, looks neat and beautiful because she just had an afternoon shower.
"Yes, Ma'am. Duh tired also yes it turns out even though the way doang loh." Indi stomped his legs that felt stiff and tense and pressed his cramped neck nekan.
Miss Maryam was screeching while throwing her face away. "Cih, the clock just came out the room why all day? mentang mentang my granddaughter is now in foster care baby sitter leyeh leyeh aja his work."
"What did you say, Mom?" ask Dara who did not really hear the murmur of Miss Maryam, but from the look in her eyes Dara knew that Miss Maryam must have been gossiping alone.
"Tau it, Mother. Rese' deh," grumbled Indi while staring at Miss Maryam.
The one in the face just melengos as if he did nothing wrong.
"What are you cooking, Dara? laper mother wants to eat," said Miss Maryam did not know shame, but just now she blasphemed Dara now even light up asking for food to Dara.
Indi frowned deeply. "What, Mom? eaties? didn't you eat at the mall?"
Miss Maryam turned her head and stopped from her position stepping towards the kitchen.
"The food is strange, I don't like it so I didn't finish it, I just stayed at the table. Where the food is seen so the same as your future-in-law, hih so the more unappetizing mother." Ms. Maryam began to imagine what the food court employees were serving her.
A serving of beef with the inside still red, as a village, of course, Miss Maryam is not used to eating such immature food and make her vomit in the bathroom mall so nauseous. Eat raw meat, just imagine.
"Here you go, if so eat it, ma'am. Tadi Dara there is a gulai squid cooking the same contents of fried corn. You too, Deck if you want to eat again there gih," said Dara let them eat at his house.
Indi shook his head while keeping busy monitoring his phone. While Miss Maryam has since darted into the kitchen to eat.
"No ah, Ma'am. Still full of it." Indi patted her stomach which still felt very full.
Not only food in the food court, every time passing the hawker stand in the mall Indi will always stop and ask Zaki to buy one for him, only for him because the two mothers who started to show the feuding gelagat was not interested in the snack at all.
Dara nodded and grabbed the TV remote to turn it on.
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No, this is not the sound of live TV, but the sound of Indi phones that give notifications will enter a message in the green application.
Gegas Indi stood up and grabbed his bag that was still just lying on the sofa.
"Where are you going, Dek? not just come home? how about to go again?" ask Dara wonder.
Indi grinned wide while forming two fingers into the letter V.
"Indi wants to go out, Ma'am. Indi forgot to do the campus job."
"But it's late afternoon, Dek. Soon Maghrib," forbid Dara softly, hoping Indi can understand and obey him even though he was sanctioned by his sister was willing to obey.
But that's how Indi, a ban is like an order to him. The more you can not, the more intense Indi pursue and do it. Yeah ... Like him and Fatan.
"The mind goes first, Ma'am. Just for a moment, say yes to mom, Mom." Indi rushed out of the house after replying to the chat that entered his phone and drove Dara's motorbike in a hurry.
Dara just shook her head to see the behavior of her sister who had been bar bar since childhood.
"Bas with the youngest."
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At nightfall, the twins have slept with Elis who asked Dara to stay overnight. But Indi did not come home, but Miss Maryam had been waiting for him since then even to fall asleep in front of the television.
Dara enveloped her mother with a thick blanket she took from the room, and walked towards the main door to peek whether her husband or sister had gone home.
"Oh Allah, where are my husband and sister, O Allah? take care of them, O Allah, do not let anything bad happen to them" Dara prayed as she walked back and forth in front of the door feeling anxious.
Dara sat on the living room chair and waited as her hand held a prayer beads to chant a dhikr so that her heart would calm down. I don't know how long Dara was in that position, until finally the front gate was heard open in the row after the roar of the motorbike and the car entered the garage.
Dara gasped and quickly opened her eyes that had been closed for a moment because of sleepiness and fatigue.
"Alhamdulillah, come home." Dara hastened to open the door for her husband and sister who just came home from nowhere.
"Alhamdulillah, have you come home, Mommy? how late is the tumben coming home?" dara asked worriedly while taking over Fatan's briefcase from her hand.
Fatan ignored Dara and continued to step into their room.
Indi walked in and put the helmet in place, as if he did not see Dara casually Indi roasted into his room while yawning widely.
"Where did that kid come home at this hour? fortunately, the mother slept, if you wake up you can get tausiyah at midnight," grumbled Dara annoyed while closing the door again and did not forget to lock it tightly.
Dara rushed into her room because she was very curious about what Elis said this morning.
"Well, it just so happens that Mas Fatan is taking a bath. Now it's time for us to act again" muttered Dara as she picked up Fatan's phone on the nightstand and began searching for the app she saw last night.
"Well, here it is." Dara pressed the picture application of the calculating machine but when he wanted to surf in it the machine apparently even displayed an image like a regular calculating machine.
"Usually the hell to enter the application there is a code code that is just the owner who knows, Ma'am. Yaaa kayak kind of password that is." Elis's speech was last day.
And Dara hastened to type a series of numbers that are most likely the password to unlock the application.
"Astaghfirullah, it turns out that all this time ...."