TABIR (The Actor Turns Out to be My Brother)
CHAPTER 44. KARMA OR NOT?
Finally because Indi was the clenger after vomiting in the club's bathroom'. Fatan chose to bring him home instead of being a problem if he let Fatan stay at the club' even though the room was paid off for one night.
"Huh, what aces." Fatan drove his car with Indi lying limp beside him.
And for the Dara motorbike that was in use Indi was forced to raise Fatan to the rear trunk so as not to bother asking others to deliver.
"What the hell are you doing, In?" ask Fatan curiously.
Because only this time Indi vomited to limp and could not what. Though usually when sick even Indi still able to take him sailing in the sea heaven world.
"No idea, Mom." Indi smothered his mouth because the nausea was now appearing again.
"Eh, uh don't puke in the car, In. Dara will be on fire!" exclaim Fatan while quickly pull over his car.
Indi got out of the car as fast as he could, then threw all his stomach contents away until he was not left, and fell to the ground so limp.
"Mas, please." Indi raised his hand because it seemed like Fatan did not see him when he fell and did not quickly come out to help him.
"Why do you even tolerate there anyway, later if you think the victim hit and run how?" fatan grumbled while rushing out of the car to help Indi.
Fatan memapah Indi who looked half conscious with difficulty, it turns out that although small and slim but heavy enough Indi drain energy as well.
"Geez, you stink, man. Sanan uh, make nausea tau no!" Indi pushed Fatan's body away after successfully sitting in the car seat.
Fatan staggered back because he was not ready with the encouragement of Indi. "Where are you from? Before you go, take a shower first. Ngigau yes you."
"No, Mas. You really stink, huekkk there Mas, I'm nauseous if you whack." again Indi pushed Fatan away.
Fatan snorted in annoyance and closed the car door next to Indi violently.
Brakkk
"Bas strange, people have taken a bath in the word smell. He stinks, his sweat stinks like a dragon." Fatan continued to mengedumel while walking around the car to return to the steering chair.
The car drove back, with Indi's position facing the car glass while curling up and clamping his nose with a finger.
Fatan who was already upset just snorted loudly while glancing at Indi who was like a lot of disgust at him, a significant change that happened in just a matter of minutes.
Fatan drives his car at high speed, fortunately the road is empty so they can get to the destination safely without any drama collision like in the movie koyeya.
"Finally there." Indi hurriedly opened the car door and exited while half running towards the inside of the house.
Chequelek
Chequelek
Chequelek
Indi pressed the door handle and repeatedly pushed it with his shoulder, but the door seemed to be locked from the inside.
Fatan seemed still trying to lower Dara's motorbike from the trunk of his car, so he did not notice Indi who was panicking because the door of the house was locked from the inside.
Dog
Dog
Dog
Fatan turned his head for a moment and was again busy with his activities lowering the motor carefully so as not to fall and even make it blister.
Dog
Dog
Dog
"Mom! India is home, Mother! The door why in lockin anyway, mbak! Ma'am! Sister Dara! bukain dong!"
Indi continued banging on the front door, but there was no answer from the inside. It seems that all the members of the house have fallen asleep, or rather do not want their deep sleep disturbed just because of Indi.
"Mas! help dong!" indi's anger at Fatan who instead seemed relaxed just parked the motorbike he had managed to remove from the trunk of his car.
Fatan looked indifferent, and walked towards the door while reaching into his pocket.
"Why are you screaming like that? kasian knows the neighbors who have been sleeping awake because of your voice. That was if the twins also wake up how?" cecar Fatan doesn't like it.
Indi throttled while pressing his nose with his fingers and breathing through his mouth. "Salah itself does not help, will I manor if you have a spare key, Mas. I'm open, I peed. Where was the use was not so again, forced to pee in this bathroom ntar?"
Fatan did not listen to Indi's chatter, his hands increasingly focused on finding the existence of the key that usually before leaving always carried in case.
"Buruan, Mum. Did you find the key? this bedwetting hunt is loh." Indi pulled Fatan's clothes while closing his thighs because he held back the urge of his bladder.
Fatan's originally relaxed face now turned anxious, even now all the hearts in his clothes he rogoh to find the existence of the key. Indi who had been very unable to stand it even also held all the pockets of Fatan clothes to find the key.
A few minutes passed until they realized that the key was never actually carried by Fatan.
"Feel you, my dear." Dara smiled cunningly from behind the curtain of her window, one of her hands holding the small key of the green ball bobble she reflected in her hand.
Without intending to open the door, Dara who was opening her hijab because she wanted to sleep was choosing to step into the room to resume her sleep. Letting both partners out of the house without anyone to help.
Tired of finding the end of Fatan giving up, so did Indi who was ultimately forced to throw his wishes beside the garden faucet. Fortunately the faucet was lit so he did not need to feel itchy because he did not wash his sex organs after urinating.
"What do we do about dong, Mas? when we sleep on the porch anyway?" ask Indi to be confused.
"Who would sleep on the porch, I would sleep in the car anyway." Fatan walked past Indi and opened the middle door of his car.
Fatan broke down the seat and stretched a special inflatable mattress car that is always taken where.
But just as Fatan was about to enter to lay down his body, Indi quickly pulled his hand until Fatan staggered back.
"Mas, is your time the same as mine? you want to enjoy sleeping in the car using a mattress so, continue the time I have to sleep on the terrace floor anyway? it's cold, Mom."
Fatan stared at Indi for a moment, wanting to refuse because he also needed to sleep but Indi's eyes were bleak make it heartless.
"More than I should sleep on the porch ceramics?" ketus Fatan's.
Indi cupped her hands in front of her chest with her eyes getting louder. "Click, Mas. You're a man who should be equal to a woman."
Fatan scratched his head violently. "Yes, but there are conditions!"