TABIR (The Actor Turns Out to be My Brother)
CHAPTER 45. SCHEMATICS
Overnight Fatan had to survive the cold night wind and the centile mosquitoes that surrounded him.
Plaques
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Many times Fatan patted the side of his body that felt in a mosquito bite. While Indi can sleep soundly in the car without caring about the actual mosquito also flying in front of his face.
"Haish, eat the fruit simalakama this mah." Fatan stood up while grumbling, then came out of the fence of the house and walked unsteadily along the complex footpath.
The goal is only one, Zaki's house.
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"Assalamu'alaikum, Zak! Zaki!" is!" exclaim Fatan in front of the door of the ivory-white house, a sports motorcycle parked in the garage makes Fatan sure that Zaki is in the house.
Chequelek
"Yes Mas?" zaki said with a hoarse voice and reddened eyes, it seemed that he had just woken up from his sleep from hearing the voice of Fatan.
"Passing nginep in your house yes, Mas forgot to bring the house key, keep the door already locked same Dara." Fatan cupped his hands to his chest.
Zaki nodded and inched from the front door, allowing Fatan to enter.
"Look, Mas. Sorry for the mess" Zaki said, closing the door again and walking ahead of Fatan.
"You're mocking me, Zak? messy where is this mah?" cibir Fatan while scanning the atmosphere of the house that looked very neat and clean.
Zaki sounded chuckled softly but did not answer Fatan's words, it seems he was still very sleepy to see from his slightly staggering way of walking.
"Mas want to go to sleep or ...." Zaki stopped while pointing towards the kitchen.
Fatan shakes. "No need to go straight to sleep. It's also very sleepy."
Zaki nodded and opened the door of a room. "This, Mas. The room, sorry if it's small, well understand it's still a bachelor."
Fatan flicked his hand until it hit Zaki's shoulder. "Sa ae candidate for manten."
"Yes Zaki is staying, Mom. Still sleepy about it, make it as comfortable as Mas. Think of it as your own home" Zaki said as he passed into the next room that seemed to be his room.
Fatan nodded and entered the minimalist room with white paint, the white sheets also looked clean and fragrant. Makes Fatan feel very comfortable and comfortable in it.
After turning on AC Fatan directly climbed onto the bed and covered his entire body with a thick, fragrant blanket in the room.
"Ahhhh, finally being able to sleep comfortably as well. Let Indi dah there, at least tomorrow morning only realized that he was staying. It's his own fault to sleep like a kebo, where to snore again," murmured Fatan before his eyes began to shut.
Slowly the dreamland greeted him, flying his wishful thinking all the way to nirvana which forever would only exist in his dreams.
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Next morning.
Chequelek
Dara opened the door of her house when the sun had not even revealed the light, and smiled obliquely to see Fatan's car and motorbike parked in the garage.
Dara approached the car whose window seemed to open a little.
"Huh, I guessed it," hissed Sarah when she saw Indi who was still asleep in the car.
"May you still be happy, my dear sister. May your marriage be later, will not be broken by a third person, as you .. damage my household secretly."
Brugh
"Ah," said Dara holding his arm that felt pained.
Fatan gasped, he didn't think that Dara had woken up this early.
"Eh, Sa-Dear? Darling?" fatan was nervous.
It was still morning and cool, the dew was even still coming down but sweat seemed to drench Fatan's forehead and clothes. Many times he rubbed it to expel his nervousness.
"Where are you, Mom?" search Dara.
Fatan grew increasingly excited but he deftly pointed towards the road of the house of Zaki, which was located behind their complex.
"From Zaki's house, honey."
"What's? Why does this blind morning go there?" cecar Dara again, even though he already knows what the purpose of Fatan to Zaki's house.
Dara just wanted to hear the honest answer to what Fatan would give her.
"Sorry, Mas had to nginep there because Mas forgot to bring the house keys. You are also called not to wake up, yes Mas already there than the body of Mas in the mosquito suction."
Dara mangosteen seemed to listen carefully to what was said by Fatan, but he was only connecting the events that actually happened before Fatan and Indi returned home.
"Keep, how can you be with Indi? Where are you going?" look at Dara again.
"Ke .. to .. yes to the company. Uh, yes meet the client you mean, you know for yourself," said Fatan nervously.
The sweat running down his forehead began to grow until it resembled a corn seed.
"Why can you meet Indi? though that afternoon Indi pamit want to do campus work." The screeching Dara approached Fatan.
Fatan who was upset continued to be asked, finally choosing to push Dara's body that blocked his path and quickly passed into the room.
"Ah, i*l! why did Dara wake up so quickly? it'll be a mess like this!" swear Fatan while scrambling the bed sheet that had previously been arranged beautifully on the mattress.
Dara sat herself on the sofa in the living room when Fatan closed the door and heard two times the sound of the key being turned from inside.
"Well, until when are you going to keep hiding like this, Mas. Indi's wedding day is getting closer, I can only hope that before that you can realize without having me act different from usual."
Dara stroked his chest and pressed his heart beat that seemed to be hammering.
"Astaghfirullah, hold Dara hold. Do not get too carried away by anger, let nature work according to its portion. Remember don't fuck your hands, Dara." Dara started to question herself.
Not how long there was a noise from outside, Dara rushed to him but just stepped on the floor look anxious Indi was plastered real in front of the door.
"Mom!" imbu Indi shocked.
Dara only looks at a glance and gets busy with her phone. "Why you?"
Indi walked slowly to approach Dara, to be honest he was afraid but to avoid was also impossible because they lived on the same roof.
"Mr, sorry." Indi stood right behind Dara, making Dara reflexively close her phone with her hand so as not to be seen by Indi.
Can be critical if Indi knows he is exchanging news with his employees in a chat group.
"I'm sorry? sorry for what? what are you wrong?" tanya Dara flips the words of Indi.
Indi sighed heavily. "Indeed, don't you worry about me coming home late? or do you not know until you have to ngunciin the front door of the house? though I gedor the door of Mbak semalem, but Mbak did not wake up to open the door."
But Dara responded casually, without the slightest guilt.
"Where? your college assignment is done?" attack Dara while looking deeply at Indi, and managed to smoothly make Indi dumbfounded and lost for words.