TABIR (The Actor Turns Out to be My Brother)
CHAPTER 46. SUSPICIOUSLY.
NT chapter 46.
After her little argument with Dara this morning, Indi immediately stepped aside towards the room and did not come out even though the sun was already shining high.
"Sir, we say yes." Elis approached while holding the twins who were neat with their school uniforms.
"Eh, geez is it neat, huh? duh pinter really mak Elis her yes?" praise Dara while checking the completeness of her children's uniforms.
Once in enough taste Dara stood up and thanked Elis.
"You have a lot, Lis. You have helped me well," said Dara softly.
Elis nodded quickly but when he saw the blackened eye bags under Dara's eyes he wanted to ask but he paused because the twins were almost too late to go to school.
"Yes, Ma'am. We go first, yes" said Elis followed by the twins who kissed the hand of the reverend Mother.
"Assalamu'alaikum, Ma." The twins spoke compactly and immediately ran hand in hand towards the exit.
When the twins ran ahead of him, Elis came back to Dara.
"Sir, whatever happens, whatever you face now, no matter how heavy it is, trust me there will always be help from Gusti Allah. Tell Elis if Mbak needs help yes, Elis will be on the side of Mbak." after saying a sincere touching sentence that Elis immediately ran after the twins who had reached the cliff of his house.
Dara was stunned, only this time was there someone else who seemed to care so much about her. Although he was an outsider, but his sincerity in brothers was so thick felt.
Chequelek
Fatan came out of the room in neat office clothes, while fixing his tie Fatan prepared to go to the terrace and started looking for his shoes.
"Duh, where the hell is it? the feeling of yesterday is still here?" muttered Fatan who looked confused while breaking apart the shoe rack until the contents fell apart out.
Dara looked at him flat, her heart upset that Fatan seemed to deliberately want to make his work more and more.
"What are you looking for, Mom?" dara asked as if she did not know, even though Dara only wanted to make Fatan responsible for what he had made a mess of it.
"Shoes, time can't see?" fatan's grumbling is getting upset.
Almost the entire contents of the originally neat shelves are now moving to the floor irregularly. Fatan scratched his head in frustration because what he never found in the way, while the time continues to turn and the time to enter work is only a matter of hours. Not to mention the jammed road, because it's a working day.
Dara looked at Fatan's back coldly. "Ouh shoes, I know where it is."
Fatan stood as fast as he could and walked up to Dara.
"You know? where's the?" a glimmer of hope appeared on the face of Fatan who had since looked tangled.
"If you want to know, now also clean up the mess that you have made. You think we have a maid who can keep doing that stuff?" point Dara at the pile of shoes that are no longer shaped.
Fatan snorted in annoyance. "What time do you not see this? if I have to settle all this first, I can be late to his office. Can you think about it anyway?"
Dara shrugged both of her shoulders. " It's up, if you don't want to, don't papa. Mostly you go to the office nyeker, I'm relaxed just throw away all his shoes if the males finish."
Fatan seemed to be weighing, while glancing at the watch in his hand and the pile of shoes he had just scattered.
"Let's not dong over time he thought, it's already noon," asserted Dara while sitting casually in the living room chair.
"Aargghhhh, it's a hassle!" fatan growled as he began picking up the scattered shoes and putting them back on the shelf.
"The neat! Like before you ruffled earlier. If anything goes wrong I'll never give you your shoes, Mas. It's good I threw it away" interrupted Dara when she saw Fatan enter the shoes carelessly.
"You're really talking, Dara? usually also if the condition is like this you always help settle again really." Fatan turned to Dara for a moment and then returned busy putting shoes on his shelf.
A speck of water fell on Dara's cheek, then she quickly went into the room and closed the door tightly.
Brakkkk
"Become! Where are my shoes?" screamed Fatan before the door was completely closed, but Dara's already sick heart could no longer be treated.
Dara slammed her body into the bed, and again she cried on the pillow. Just a trivial thing indeed but the pain really felt after everything Dara knew about her husband.
All that romance is now gone, changing the feeling of emptiness and bland on each side.
"Why should all this happen, God?" whispered Dara in between her cries.
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Meanwhile, in the same house but in a different room.
"Hukk"
"Hukk"
Indi who just woke up from his sleep immediately ran to the bathroom because of the nausea that whack. His stomach seemed to be stirred just because he smelled the aroma of wind oil owned by his mother.
"What's wrong with you, In?" asked Miss Maryam while running around following Indi who was in a hurry to enter the bathroom.
Tok
Tok
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Miss Maryam knocked on the bathroom door many times because she was worried about Indi's condition.
"The Word! What's your son doing?"
There is no word from Indi only sounds like vomiting and splashes of water that are heard to come out of the bathroom.
Miss Maryam waited impatiently, worried her favorite child why-why.
Before long Indi came out of the bathroom with a cute face and teary eyes.
"Indi, indi, why? You why?" cecar Bu Maryam was impatient, he held every inch of Indi's body because he was really worried.
But the one who was worried was just melengos and chose to go back to bed, then dropped himself again into the mattress and coiled with a blanket.
"The mind is not papa, ma'am. I think it's a cold because semalem sleeps outside because in lockin Mbak Dara. Mother also, Indi has been pounding the door as well as the time is not horrified to open the door, there is no worry at all his son has not come home," Indi cerocos from behind his blanket.
Ms. Maryam approached Indi while carrying the wind oil she had been wearing, without knowing that that was what made Indi nauseous.
"Yes, here the incandescent mother let out the wind. The bride-to-be's time is sick anyway? Later not beautiful dong on the show," said Miss Maryam attentively.
Ms. Maryam opened the lid of the bottle of wind oil and immediately Indi got back up, closed her mouth because of the nausea that whack.
"Huppw"
Indi glared when Miss Maryam was now looking at him with a suspicious look.
"You're weird, anyway? are you not pregnant?"