TABIR (The Actor Turns Out to be My Brother)
CHAPTER 54. GARBAGE.
"Mama!" call Fatur while running towards Dara who is preparing to go to his boutique. But of course no one from his family knows about it, Dara is very secret because he does not want anyone to use him.
"What's up, baby?" welcome Dara while bringing the handsome boy into her arms and showering him with kisses.
"Mama, when do we see good people again?" plain Fatur asked, his clear eyes even implying a deep desire to be able to meet Zaki back.
"Hummm, why is it?"
Dara took off her embrace and aligned her body with her son's strapping body.
"Fatur kangen, there has long been no Fatur child playing ball. Fatur bosen playing with Farah, played with a mulu doll, especially Mbak Elis can not play ball at all," protested Fatur as if he was the greatest footballer to dare to assess the ability of Elis.
Well, whatever he said was a lot true.
"Mama doesn't know either, honey. Maybe later if it's time, and good om also not busy we can meet again like yesterday," said Dara trying to give understanding to the critical boy.
"Don't you have a good phone number?" cecar Fatur was not satisfied.
Dara shook her head slowly while sharing her best smile which is now only on display to her two children.
Fatur sighed with both shoulders sagging, it seemed obvious that the five-year-old was grieving.
"Prophey, honey. You will surely meet again. After all, it's good to also have a house in the complex behind our house," entertain Dara to her son whose eyes began to glaze over it.
Looking at her manyun lips that slowly formed a smile it made Dara anxious to bite her. But because he could not bear to make his son in pain finally Dara could only close his jaw and make it seem like he wanted to pounce on Fatur.
"Promise Mama, we'll see you again." Fatur thrusts his pinky as a sign of agreement.
And Dara gladly hooked her pinkie to her son's tiny finger.
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"Mom! Dara Ma'am!" call Elis around the house looking for Dara.
"Haish, this one child is a rich job, the boss yelled. You think the ones who live here are you doang? Think of others who also need peace to rest dong!" hardik Bu Maryam who was watering plants on the back porch, next to his room and also Indi.
Indi was sleeping, the effect of the medicine made him always nod. That is also why Miss Maryam does not want any commotion that could potentially make Indi wake up from her sleep.
"If you don't want to be noisy in the woods! Anyway here is also not the mother's house anyway, why the mother who is chatty." Elis said after returning busy around the house to find Dara.
"Basic brash maid! The job was just the twins who were acting like big boss confidants. Uh, what's the boss? Husband is now unemployed," said Bu Maryam while continuing to water plants that are actually very much water.
"Mr Dara!" exclaimed Elis again, this time his legs swung towards the garage next to the house, hoping that the one he was looking for was there.
"Mr?"
Elis opened the garage door that was so easy to open the sign that there was someone in the garage.
"Search me?" Dara appeared from the right side of the even Elis, his maron-colored clothes looked very contrasted with the condition of the garage.
"Heyittt, Ma'am Dara! Just ngagetin anyway, if until Elis' heart moved to the bile how?" elis protested with a grumbling face.
"Where are you going, Ma'am? Somebody wants Elis to take a sampeein loh, let the twins sleep again." Elis followed Dara's footsteps until they finally reached the corner of the roof of the house that was so clean and beautiful, there are two Bean bags there with a small table and rocks and synthetic grass that is deliberately placed there to add a fresh impression.
"What's wrong?" dara asked casually while opening the ciki pack in her hand.
Elis did not immediately answer because his eyes were now busy scanning the place he just knew was in the house.
"Heh, Lis! He said he wanted to tell you something .. but you were just so dumb." Dara sipped a canned drink that was also available in there. Complete as a minimarket.
"Ah, yes Ma'am." Elis stuttered and rubbed his face which seemed to have been too tacky expression.
"What were you going to say, sneak." Dara looked at Elis with an unnatural look.
"That, Ma'am. Mr. Fatan Masa from this morning stood in the middle of the road, not knowing what and who. But it's been a long time there, Ma'am." lick Elis with 45 spirit.
Dara put down her kiss and immediately stood looking at Elis.
"It's true you, Lis." Dara immediately turned to the edge of the rooftop fence to prove the truth of Elis' speech.
Elis trailed with a panicked face and also scowled because he still kept his frustration on Fatan.
But it seems that what Elis said was true, when the look of the rooftop was seen by them the lunglai body of Fatan who stood up to the hot sun in the middle of the asphalt road that was hot hit by the sun.
"Mas Fatan is there?" muttered Dara to herself.
But basically Elis kepo and has the advantage of being able to hear the slightest sound. (It's kidding).
With her henchman she interrupts. "Maybe Mas Fatan committed suicide, Ma'am. Maybe tired of being unemployed and he is also prestigious, do not want to eat this house cuisine. Once he was hungry like that."
Dara shook her head softly, disapproving of Elis' words.
"Well, did Mas Fatan want to kill himself? instead of being grateful still in the love of long breath even want to be broken, strange." Dara got up and left the place, went back down the stairs and covered it with a large poster in the garage. That is why there is no idea of Dara's secret place, except Elis of course and Elis himself has promised never to spread Dara's affairs to outsiders, whoever it is.
"Where else are you going, Ma'am?" elis asked in surprise when he saw Dara coming back out of the garage with a cold face.
"Dispose of garbage." Dara said briefly, densely, and very clearly his purpose and purpose.
Although the meaning of Dara and the one in Elis' mind is certainly much different.
Dara towards the gate that opened, not far from there looks Fatan still not budging from his original place.
Dara throbbed and laughed cynically, both hands she folded on her chest and leaned against the edge of the fence casually.
"Well, you were there, Mom? Not if you want to commit suicide more flat on the train tracks there huh? Here mah rarely cars pass, Mas most there is also our car-we only. Meningan on the train tracks once hit the auto move nature, but do not know the hell sick or not."
Fatan was still silent. So Dara continued his words again even though he knew now Elis was listening to all his tausiyah.
"Oh yes, Mas. By the way ... I can no longer be the same you, so .. From now on you can talk me out, and I will file a divorce lawsuit with a religious court. You don't have to come, Mom. Let the process be quick, because I'm sick of garbage like you. It's time to clean up and all the trash .. must be thrown away, where it came from."