TABIR (The Actor Turns Out to be My Brother)
CHAPTER 6. THE WARNING.
"In, come here first. Ma'am would like to say," Dara's word after they returned from ushering in the return of Miss Maryam.
The twins had fallen asleep in his room, and Fatan had just returned to the office because he had only a brief permit to drop off his in-laws.
"What's the matter, Ma'am?" lirih Indi without daring to raise her face staring at Dara.
Dara took a peek from the tip of her hair to the tip of Indi's legs which appeared to be wearing marun-colored cuttings, looking beautiful and contrasting with her pure white skin.
Indi squeezed the negligee because he was agitated, because Dara never opened her voice again.
"M ... Ma'am, if not so Indi pamit want to go to the room first," said Indi in nervousness.
"You why did you avoid that? Is Mama wrong with you? Not that you are the one who has given the same problem as Ma'am?" lick Dara without further ado.
Indi's head bowed deeply, not knowing a word. Because now the only hope is only the brother, because their father in the village is currently sick and can not work.
"And one more thing, did you not realize that your shirt was too thin and glaring, hm?"
Indi immediately looked at his thin clothes.
"M ... what time, Ma'am? I think it's normal, not to really start," said Indi while shaking the end of his negligee.
Dara rolled her eyes while sighing softly.
"So you think Ma'am just talked about it? Continue how Mbak can know that now you wear red, without shorts," Dara again, although the tone of his voice sounds slow and calm but for Indi really pierced to his heart.
Indi's body stiffened, while staring at Dara full of tension.
"M. .. you mean, Ma'am?"
"Bak thinks you're old enough to understand what Ma'am means, Dek. I just want to tell you, in this house there is Mas Fatan, so please behave and dress neatly and politely. It's nothing, Mbak just don't want to happen things that are not wanted," said Dara softened a little.
Not the heart also felt his heart saw the water his sister looked began to fidget it.
"Sorry, Ma'am." Indi is deep.
Dara nodded, then left Indi towards the kitchen.
Indi himself chose to immediately go to his room and change clothes before Dara again reprimanded him.
Finally, a set of oversize tops and training pants became his choice. Indi smilingly looked at her reflection in the mirror, and rushed out to just make a cold drink in the kitchen. The weather is hot, the taste of drinking a glass of orange juice will be refreshing.
"Bikin what, Ma'am?" asked Indi who had returned to her cherry mode, approaching Dara who seemed busy struggling with various fruits in front of her.
"Well, this is better to see. Uh, but where's the hijab?" tanya Dara actually first scanned the appearance of her sister rather than answering her question.
Indi scratched his non-itchy head while grinning.
"There is no Mas Fatan, Ma'am. Besides wearing a hijab all day in the house it feels sultry, Ma'am," complained Indi while grabbing a wine and eating it.
"Huh, yeah already. The origin of the advice Mbak earlier inget, carried out. Here you are the responsibility of Ma'am, Dek. So please keep the trust, ma'am, yeah." Dara continued to lecture her sister with her hands kept busy peeling mangoes.
Indi nodded casually, not too confusing the words of the brother. As its nature since childhood, every time in nasehati especially by Dara who only difference a few years with him, for Indi is only the last wind. She will be quiet when her brother babbles and will forget when Dara no longer makes a sound.
His face looked still sleepy, as was typical of people waking up.
"Hey honey, come here. Mama again wants to make fruit soup, mumpung again scorching. Hmmm, that's right?" sahut Dara is full of enthusiasm.
Farah's eyes rounded, then deftly approached her mother and climbed up to the plastic stairs that were provided for her next to the table.
Indi just glanced at a glance then returned busy with his new phone.
"Farah help, Ma?" pinta Farah is hopeful.
"Dek Farah would you help? Oh my mother, here Farah help wash the fruit in the sink aja yes," said Dara softly while carrying the fruit that has been peeled to the sink, and help Farah climb the stairs carefully.
They began to mix the fruit soup with vigor, cutting and pouring the milk and syrup in a large container. Insert an ice cube and stir it until mixed.
Indi seemed to laugh a little while staring at the screen of his phone. But it quickly dawned on Farah when she accidentally dropped a spoon near her feet.
"Eh Aunt's pretty niece, what else? How do you get under the table?" ask Indi wonder.
"Take the spoon, Aunt. Make a meal of fruit soup" said Farah as she passed to her mother again.
"Who? Is that so, Mommy?" indi asked as he looked at Dara who was stirring the fruit soup that looked very fresh with a lot of basil in it.
Indi gulped his own saliva, about to ask but hesitated.
"Want to?" said Dara indifferently.
Indi's eyes sparkled happily, then with passion he nodded.
"Bangunin Fatur first if so, it is already afternoon. It's time for them to take a shower, don't forget to take your hijab in a minute Mas Fatan comes home" Dara said, dividing the fruit soup into a few bowls.
Indi nodded then hurriedly carried out her brother's orders. But instead of taking the hijab in her closer room first, Indi actually passed it and chose to go to the twin's room.
Opening the room door slowly, it appeared on the separate bed that Fatur was still asleep in the position of his stomach hugging the bolster. From his mouth sounded a fine snoring a sign he was still too deep in his dreams.
Sneaking, Indi chose to sit on Farah's bed opposite Fatur's bed. And re-open the phone, browse through the sosmed, looking for suitable interesting to watch.
"When do you have a house like this?" hiss Indi when he saw a video post featuring a successful online entrepreneur in just a few years and can build his dream home.
"Geez, want this," said Indi klagi when he saw the video mukbang various kinds of ice cream.
Indi even forgot the main purpose of coming to the twin's room. Even with his leisure he actually lay on Farah's bed and continued his unfaithful sosmed scroll activities without knowing what he was really looking for.
Some time lying down, Indi began to get cold because the AC in the room of the twins was still on. Usually after the children wake up from a nap Dara who will turn off the AC.
Because it was cold, Indi lightly covered his entire body using Farah's blanket which had previously been folded neatly back by Farah and placed at the end of his bed. One of the many good habits taught by Dara.
Unconsciously Indi even fell asleep, I don't know how long. But when he realized he felt an arm was already piercing his stomach, he turned around because he felt someone was hugging him from behind.
"M ... Fatan's!" shocked Indi when he saw in front of him was the face of his sister-in-law who was closing her eyes as well.