TABIR (The Actor Turns Out to be My Brother)
CHAPTER 47. NEW ISSUE.
For the sake of hearing the words of his mother Indi immediately rose from the bed with a feeling of unworthiness.
"Where is the story about getting pregnant? what is Indi? this must be because semalem must sleep outside because Mbak Dara does not open the door," Indi said while entering the bathroom located in front of his bedroom door.
Miss Maryam seemed silent, for a moment considering that what Indi said was true as well.
There was the sound of water rustling as Miss Maryam crossed the bathroom to the kitchen, the day had gone by and her stomach began to protest for food.
"Loh, empty?" said Miss Maryam when she opened the hood but there was nothing there, not even a shadow.
The atmosphere of the house seemed quiet, even the door of Dara's room was tightly closed.
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"Become! are you inside?" call Miss Maryam.
But there was no answer at all from the inside, so casually Miss Maryam even opened the door of Dara's unlocked room.
"Astaghfirullah, this boy." Miss Maryam glared when she saw Dara coiled in her blanket with AC lit up with very cold temperatures.
"Wake, wake! It's noon, you're not cooking?" exclaimed Miss Maryam while pulling the blanket that covered Dara's body until it was revealed.
But Dara still did not budge, even to just fix the blanket.
"Because of tiredness, Mom. If you want to eat ask Indi aja who cook, then she will soon be a wife, right? isn't it time to learn to cook and take care of the house?" sahut Dara without turning his body looked at his mother.
Ms. Maryam's eyes widened, not at all expecting an answer coming out of Dara's mouth which usually always complies.
"You are, really! have you locked Indi semalem outside until he was sick, continue now even as if he was cooking and taking care of the house? what use do you have in this house?"
Dara sighed and then got up to explain again to the mother, what was actually very clear before her eyes.
"What mother mean? me point? did you forget this is my home? I'm the owner, I'm the mistress of this house. So ... Whatever I want to do is up to me. Because no one will be able to get me out of this house" said Dara.
Miss Maryam was surprised not to play with a firm answer Dara, indeed this is not the first time she and Dara had a disagreement about something. But Dara's answer this time was really striking.
"Well, is it time for the mother to cook?" ketus Miss Maryam has a chest.
Dara pinched the base of her nose slowly. "If you don't want to cook, can you deliver? Easy right? yes already, now mendingan mother out, because Dara wants to sleep, want to rest, Dara tired, Mom. Sorry."
Dara pulled back her blanket and put it on as usual.
The upset Miss Maryam finally could only stomp her feet on the floor to spill her frustration, then passed out of Dara's room while slamming the door.
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"Basic don't want to lose!" amuk Bu Maryam while staring cynically at the door of Dara's room as if she was the guilty one.
"Hey, where are you going, son?" call Miss Maryam when you see Indi out of the house in a hurry.
"The liver!" exclaimed Bu Maryam again while continuing to pursue Indi who is now on the terrace.
"Where are you going? said sick?" cecar Bu Maryam was anxious, because Indi's face now really looks pale even though it has been covered by thick makeup.
Indi rushed on Dara's motorbike and passed leaving his mother who was still languid on the terrace alone.
"Based on young people today, want to get married instead of in pingit even wandering. Ah, no know. Mending cook noodles first me," said Miss Maryam as she stepped back into the quiet house.
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Indi stopped in front of a shophouse located not far from Fatan's office, he had to prove his suspicions and he did not want to bear all this alone.
"Mas, I'm in front of an empty shophouse in your office row! I don't want to know, just you come out right now and meet me here" Indi told by phone to Fatan.
(....)
"Can't do it, Mom. If I go there, I will go with Mas Zaki! You wanna tell me am I the same? you know I haven't been to a cafe for a long time."
(....)
"Yes precisely because I'm his future wife then I have to avoid him until this problem is finished, Mas! don't have much to say anymore, just here I wait!"
Indi turned off his phone and sat on the motor with a confused look on his face.
"Duh, if only really how my fate in the future?" muttered Indi while resting her head on top of her arms.
It did not take long, finally Fatan came to see him even though he had to sweat because he ran along the road.
"What the hell is it?" sentak Fatan after arriving near Indi.
Indi's face flushed red, irritatedly taking out a pregnancy test that she had previously used in a public toilet before reaching the spot.
Fatan's eyes widened. "This ... This is a lie, right? It's not yours, is it? don't mess around, Indi. It's not funny, I swear."
Indi pulls the collar of Fatan's shirt with reddened eyes.
"What did you say, Mom? playfully? for something this serious?"
"Well, how should we go? did you forget that you wanted to get married? it's your own fault that you didn't!" jakak Fatan did not like while pulling his collar from the grip of Indi.
"Ouh so I'm wrong? aren't you the one who won't use security last time huh? why is it me?"
Fatan restored his coarse hair, not expecting at all that there would be such a thing.
"Look, now we calm down first while looking for the solution together ... how? rather than us like this, angry anger is not clear, which is not a solution but even more complicated the problem," Fatan said.
Indi thought for a moment then nodded.
"Yes, I went to college first. Kabarin me if Mas already got the solution, I will also try to find a way so that this does not develop."
Fatan nodded and let Indi pass with his bike, leaving him with a new and severe problem in his life.
Time passed very slowly for Fatan, since last time his finger was unceasingly playing on the screen of his phone and laptop keyboard. But not to work, but to find a solution to the problem that he and Indi made themselves.
Until he accidentally found an article that he felt could help him, even though it had to come out quite large costs.
"Hello, In. I think Mas udah Nemu the way is suitable, but for that .. you must be in the USG first to know the age of your content."