TABIR (The Actor Turns Out to be My Brother)
CHAPTER 53. EARLY ROUND.
A week passed without feeling since the embarrassing incident at the party, now Indi still lives in Dara's house. Just daydreaming and reflecting on his work every day, like he no longer had the spirit of life.
As for Fatan, since that incident he was removed from the office because his boss is a woman who hates infidelity. Now he is just sitting at home as unemployed.
Then how's Miss Maryam? Keep him with his amgkuhan? Oh of course not, he now has to work extra to take care of Indi and also keep the mood of Dara so as not to be upset if he does not want to be deposed directly by Dara.
"Become, breakfast is ready." Miss Maryam peeked out from behind the door of Dara's room that opened slightly, looking at the owner of the middle room sitting on his mattress with her eyes focused on the cellphone.
"Who's cooking?" dara asked without avert her eyes in the least.
"Mother is cooking" said Miss Maryam as she quickly returned to the back.
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There was a sound like people falling from behind, Miss Maryam rushed to the Indian room because she was worried about the condition of her favorite daughter.
"Haish, what drama is this morning," grumbled Dara who also heard the sound, but instead waltzed casually towards the dining table to start her breakfast.
The twins haven't woken up yet, probably because they were too tired last night to play with Elis. Dara bought them a mini park containing children's toys that are like in the play ground or in the playground in the mall. And as expected they are too excited to play even to forget the time.
"Dara, Dara, please .. please Indi Dara!" Miss Maryam approached Dara in a hurry, on her face implied anxiety that was so extraordinary.
Dara clucked, stripping off a mouthful of rice that was just about to land into her mouth. "What the hell, Mom. Could it be a day .... are you guys calm and do not make my mood messy?"
Miss Maryam sat down on the chair next to Dara and looked at her with a nelangsa.
"Her heart is running fever again, Dara. Please call a doctor to check it out. I'm afraid Indi why-why, Dara. The heat is very high," pinta Bu Maryam.
Even Miss Maryam did not hesitate to hold Dara's hand and kiss her so she wanted to be helped by Dara.
"I don't have any money" Dara jolted as she pulled her hand from Ms. Maryam's grasp.
"No way you don't have it, you're taking care of all this home spending right now, right? You must have at least had savings from your husband. Please lend me first, Dara. Kasian your sister." Miss Maryam is still whining.
Dara closed her eyes and took a deep breath, trying to control her emotions that seemed to have risen into the crown.
Miss Maryam stood up with an annoyed face, even the creaking of the chair that shifted behind her sounded so loud.
"Women have no heart! Spank you, Dara! It could be that your sister is sick again you even refuse to treat! Remember, Dara the treasure was not brought to death. But brothers will forever not be replaced!"
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Dara kicked off her so upset table with the words of Miss Maryam who always seemed to be blind with mistakes if it was Indi. Since long ago, that's how Miss Maryam treated the two of them.
"Who did you say doesn't have a heart, huh? Did you forget to go glass? Until it can overcome me like that? And yes, I'm right that the treasure was not brought to death. But ... With that too I can still endure your lives here. And you're still suing the others? Where the hell are your brains?"
Bua Maryam was about to reply, but before a word came out of her mouth Dara quickly interrupted her again.
"And one more thing, did you forget what Indi has done to my family huh? He's been daring to play with fire with Mas Fatan, Mom! His own brother-in-law! Not even once! You can see for yourself, can't you see the evidence that Dara showed you? And now I'm still trying to defend Indi? Is this fair, Mom? Looks like it's better if we don't know each other anymore, Mom. After all I'm not mother's flesh and blood either, we're just other people who happen to be moved by God to meet and establish a toxic relationship." Dara ended her tirade with a loud breath, not only her head but her heart was also hot now watching again how kindly Ms. Maryam loved her.
Dara threw her body back on the chair, the food in front of her was pushed away, no more appetite to eat it.
"But ... Dara, please ... This time, I could not see Indi. If it's not for Indi, please do it for mom, son." Miss Maryam again asked in a soft tone, a tone of speech that will only be used to persuade Dara from a long time ago, and often will succeed because Dara's heart is easily touched.
"Why should I do it for my mom? What service should I pay my mother? Only the Father has ever loved me, and the Father said he has given everything so I have no debt to your family including debt of gratitude for taking care of me since childhood."
Dara's tears welled up when she remembered the Father who was now calm in heaven there, if Dara did not remember the twins, she would have asked to follow her father to the afterlife. Rather than living in a family toxicant like this.
"But, Dara ...."
"All right, this time. After this please no longer disturb Dara and ask for any help from Dara. It is enough with Dara still willing to accommodate you here after what Indi did," Dara finally broke up and welcomed a nod of sumringah from Miss Maryam.
Dara let out a long sigh, not that she was willing to help Indi this time. But he only reluctantly had to go back to the storm every morning because the poisons were still hitchhiking in his house.
Dara opened her phone and searched the contact number of her family's doctor, after a call connected Dara immediately prioritized her intention to ask for help checking Indi. The doctor promised in thirty minutes, and Dara just had to wait, and of course paid with the money later.
"Bother! If it wasn't for my unattainable goals, I wouldn't have lost my money to a cheap woman like you, Indi. Enjoy your quiet times first, after that .. be ready to welcome hell again." Dara grinned widely with eyes implying such a deep grudge.