TABIR (The Actor Turns Out to be My Brother)
CHAPTER 61. DIVORCE PAPERS.
"Why should I ask my permission?" sambar Dara. He had just returned from the boutique and had been suguhi unpleasant scenery in addition to the statement of Miss Maryam who wanted to marry Fatah and Indi as soon as possible.
"Haish, you forgot that you and Fatan are not officially divorced. So yes of course you need your permission if Fatan marries Indi." Miss Maryam grumbled, because she felt Dara would only hinder her plan.
Fatan and Indi who were now sitting side by side in front of Dara just lowered their heads did not dare to look at Dara's face in the slightest.
"Is that right, Mom? You want to marry Indi?" tanya Dara pressed her every sentence while staring intently at Fatan and Indi.
Dara raised one leg on the other, indicating that she was the one now in charge of their lives. He was tired of being a good person but ended up just being trampled on.
Fatan seemed to waver, occasionally his hands rubbed the cold sweat that flowed at the temple.
"Jawab, Mom! Being firmly a man. Don't just be firm behind the doang!" sentak Dara made Fatan gasp in place.
"I-yes .. tap-but ...."
"Well, what did you say, they want to marry Adara. That's why you need your consent." Miss Maryam accused.
Dara raised her eyebrows with a dislike look.
"Oh yeah? Getting married takes my consent, but doing so doesn't need my permission. Whoa, whoa, whoa, that's great." Dara instead clapped her hands sneerily scanning the tense faces of Fatan and Indi who in her eyes were so nauseating.
Miss Maryam immediately took a bite, and ran out of words to answer Dara's short but dense speech.
Miss Maryam turned her head here and there, trying to find out what answers might make sense and could make Dara approve her request. While Fatan and Indi deeper hid the recesses of his face with a deep bow, feeling embarrassed and hesitant to Dara who insinuated them with a landslide.
It seems that they have not been mentally hit back.
"Say, Mas. Do you really want to marry this mistress?" sergeant Dara was impatient, his hands raised to point at Indi who glanced at him dislike but could not protest anything.
Again, Fatan tried to nod even though his heart was now upset. Between choosing yes or no. But because it was already clogged wet ujub, finally inevitably Fatan chose to say yes.
Dara folded her hands in front of her chest, and dropped her back on the back of the sofa.
Her tears were dripping down her cheeks, just one drop nothing more. It also just represents his heart which honestly still feels painful to this day.
"Oh, okay. Then you can immediately sign this divorce warrant." Dara presented a map bearing the logo of a religious court.
Fatan accepted it and wanted to read the contents of the lawsuit first. But Indi quickly gave him a pen and urged him to sign it immediately.
"Well, whoa. It seems like this mistress can not stand to be able to master 'my former'," said Dara telak.
"Mom!" Indi pointed at Dara's face. But casually Dara lowered Indi's index finger from the front of her face and smiled grinningly.
"What's? What I said was true, right?"
Indi clenched his jaw firmly, it felt furious to scratch his brother's face. But he paused considering he and his mother still need food and shelter in his home.
"All right, Fatan." Dara deliberately called Fatan by name, without the frills of Mas as usual. "The color of your mistress is impatient, please just sign the letter immediately, and yes if you do not want to convolve in the trial later. I hope you don't have to come."
Fatan was aghast, he did not expect at all that Dara who had always loved him so much could now turn against him, even to just call Mas to him was very heavy on Dara's lips.
Dara screeches. "Alright, great! Do as you like. I don't care anymore."
Dara stepped out of them to head for her own room. Laying his tired body on a soft mattress witnesses his love and Fatan since the first time they married.
"You're bad, Mas. You're evil!" dara's cry broke out, the defense as strong as the fortress of Takesi was late crumbling as well.
Yes, which woman's heart won't hurt. After being betrayed, they easily ask for permission to marry. I don't know what words can be used to define the pain that Dara is feeling right now. Just crying as much as she did, hoping that after this her feelings could return to normal.
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At Laila's house.
"Om handsome!" exclaimed Farah while welcoming the arrival of Halim who had just returned from the boss' house and went straight to Laila's house when he saw the twins playing on his porch.
"Hey, pretty boy. What are you guys again?" he asked Fatur and Farah who looked cool drawing with crayons.
"Fatur same Farah again picture the scenery, Om handsome." Farah lifted her drawing paper and showed it to Halim.
"Well, Farah's picture is good. It must have taught Mama." Halim took the picture and looked at it.
His head was bobbing to see the results of Farah's image which was included smooth and neat for the size of a child his age.
Farah took back her drawing paper with a gloomy face. "Actually yes, Mama taught Farah the picture. Only now Mama likes to keep busy with Farah and Fatur in the titipin here continue. Farah played with Mama."
Fatur got up and wiped the tears that came out of the netra of his twin sister, the soul of a brother was really in him until he always felt unbearable every time Farah cried.
"Don't cry, Farah. Later the beauty is brilliant," said Fatur mimicking what Elis said every time he persuaded Farah to stop crying.
With the sound of Farah crying, Elis who was taking food in the kitchen to feed her foster children rushed back to the terrace to see what happened.
"Oh my goodness, Farah. Honey why cry? Is anyone sick? Is there anyone who wants to know Farah? Tell me dear El Ma'am," persuaded Elis while holding Farah and wiping her tears.
Farah rubbed her face against Elis' chest hiding her cries growing stronger.
"Definitely Father?" accuse Elis of pointing at the dumbfounded Halim for being confused as to what she should do to persuade the crying child.
"Look, I don't know!" halim said quickly as he flicked his hands in front.
"This is Farah why? That feeling before there was a father, the children took a picture. I told you, surely you are the culprit who made Farah cry like this." Elis was still muddled with his opinion and would not listen to Halim's explanation at all.
Farah touched Elis's face, making him automatically stare at the plain and puffy face of the little girl.
"Farah nangis not because Om handsome really, Mbak El. But Farah miss Mama, but ... Farah won't cry anymore if Om handsome wants to be Farah's Papa."
Halim's eyes rounded wide, as did Elis who was immediately in shock at hearing the simple but heavy request coming out from the little girl's tiny lips.
Fatur stood up and looked at Farah irritatedly. "Fatur does not want to have this Papa om, Fatur wants to be our Papa is Om good!"