TABIR (The Actor Turns Out to be My Brother)
CHAPTER 62. BE PREPARED!

 Elis scratched his head in confusion at the words of the two boys.

"Hadehhh, who else is good?" elis was confused.

 Halim was similarly confused but she was reluctant to ask, afraid of the wrong reason.

"Just Fatur wants our Papa good Om!" furur exclaimed loudly as if what he chose was the best.

 Farah rose from the lap of Elis and struck Halim.

"But Farah wants to be handsome!" farah did not want to lose.

  Halim himself until the keteteran hold the weight of the little boy because it turns out his body is quite contained as well and actually a little heavy.

 Fatur stomped his feet and walked quickly towards the front street of the house.

"Where's the body going?" call Elis anxious.

"Fatur wants to go to the place of good om, Fatur wants good Om who is the Father of Fatur. It's not that strange." pointed Fatur at Halim who is now standing while holding Farah who is reluctant to get down from her sling.

"This is handsome, Farah's papa. Not a freak!" Farah defends Halim and hides her face into the recess of Halim's neck until a warm feeling touches Halim's heart which is the eternal singles.

 Because Fatur seems serious with his words, eventually Elis is forced to follow him to a place that he himself does not know whose house.

"Where is the temperature going? Let's go home, find Mama." Elis shouted trying to persuade the extremely stubborn Fatur.

 Fatur flinched, and did not heed Elis' warning.

"lik! Bener said Farah, Mama has forgotten us. Mama is always busy, while Papa is even the same Aunt Indi. Fatur does not want to have a Papa who likes to sleep with his aunt Fatur is not the same Mama."

Deghs

 Elis was surprised to hear Fatur's words that sounded unreasonable to say a child his age, but in fact his hearing was not wrong indeed that's what Fatur just said even clearly.

"Fatur let's go home, where are you going?" exclaimed Elis again trying not to think too much about what had been said by Fatur.

 Right now the most important thing is to bring the child back home. Before Dara finds out and instead gets angry and disappointed at her for neglecting to keep Fatur .

"No! Fatur wants to go to the house om good, Fatur wants Om good so his papa Fatur. Point!" Fatur accelerated his path until now half-run.

"Yes, but does Fatur know his house? Here broad, Fatur can get lost dear," persuaded Elis gently, hoping the boy would listen to him and go home.

 Fatur still did not heed it and just continued walking until he stopped in front of a house.

"Well, Fatur is confused, right? Let's go home, baby." Elis was about to pull the hand of Fatur but quickly on the edge and Fatur immediately ran into a minimalist house whose fence was opened a little.

"Om good!" screamed Fatur while entering the house, which even Elis did not know who the owner was.

"Fature!" exclaiming Elis wanted to prevent Fatur, but late Fatur had already entered the house.

 Elis was anxious not to play but fortunately soon a man who knew enough Elis out of the house while carrying Fatur who struggled spoiled in his arms.

"Geez, Mas Zaki?"

 Zaki smiled and nodded. "Yes, Mommy."

 Fatur raised his body to look at Elis. "Yes, this is good. He'll be Fatur's Papa later."

 A simple word but able to shake the feelings of Elis and Zaki who heard it.

"What's? Papa?"

 While at Laila's house, now Halim is tormented because Farah who had not wanted to come down at all from her carrier.

"Just before the handsome om says he wants to be Farah's father, Farah won't come down!"

 Halim. "Duh Gusti!"

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A few days later, at Dara's residence.

 The door of the house sounded on tap, but Dara who was still cool to check the work report in her boutique was reluctant to move to open the door.

"Duh, who the hell? In the afternoon disturb people again clean up," grumbled Indi as he rushed forward to open the door.

 Her strayed hair may have been disheveled because she hadn't had a shower in the morning.

"Loh, Mommy is here? Why aren't the doors open, Mom? I'll wash my clothes again. Ma'am also no longer say anything" said Indi when he saw Dara instead sitting casually in front of the TV while replying to Vania about the condition of the main boutique and its new branch.

 Dara grunts."How could I be tired of opening the door? Isn't there something more important to do that? Why do I have a maid but open the door is still my own."

 Indi's face looked crimson with clenched hands restraining emotions.

"Why you? Getting angry? Please, you guys please get out of this house too." Dara said cynically.

Indi took a deep breath, trying to control his emotions so as not to let go. Because it can be his business if it makes the hostess angry.

"Ngapain dumbfounded, there open the door," said Dara while moving her chin pointing towards the door that had not stopped at the knock. It seems like the guest is very impatient.

 Indi stomped his feet to the floor, and was forced to open the door of the house that was not locked.

Chequek.

"Who's looking?" sambar Indi even before the guest conveyed his purpose.

"I'm a courier, I want to send a letter to Fatan" said the man in a black jacket while holding out a brown map with the religious court logo on it.

 Indi received it with a popular heart, in his view the letter from the religious court was clingy.

"Ah, why do you feel guilty? This must be the best for all of us. Indi's smile, now your dream will be closer to being realized." Indi stepped up excitedly and impatiently to immediately show the letter to Fatan.

 And of course to influence him so as not to come to the trial after the trial later so that the process is fast and they can get married immediately of course.

 Dara was amazed to see the behavior of Indi who like a child gets ice cream, running jumping like he just got a million rupiah lottery.

"Mas," call Indi as he approaches Fatan who appears to be patting his thin floor mattress behind the house.

"Why?" fatan asked not looking at the slightest bit from the mattress that looked very dusty. Fatan patted it with a pat of the mattress and the dust immediately filled the air around them.

 Indi flicked his hand and impatiently pulled Fatan's hand into the house.

"Why the hell, In?" cecar Fatan astonished.

 But instead of immediately answering, Indi actually called Miss Maryam who was busy cleaning the bathroom.

"What's up, In? How yelling?" Miss Maryam approached while wiping her wet hands at the end of her clothes that seemed to be starting to shabby.

Indi showed them the letter from the court, and immediately Miss Maryam was happy.

"That means you don't have to come, Fatan so you can quickly part ways and you can marry Indi as soon as possible and we can get out of this house."

 Fatan frowned in wonder. "What, Mom? Why did we get out of here after we got married?"

 Miss Maryam snorted at Fatan's silly question.

"Yes, come out, why are we here for so long? Don't you also have a house left by your late parents?"

"Whose house do you mean, mother?" chirps Dara who accidentally heard their conversation when they were about to take cold water in the kitchen refrigerator.

 Miss Maryam turned cynical feeling in the wind because she felt she would win. "Huh, yes the house of his parents Fatan anyway. They are rich people, should not be just one dong house. His parents must have also lost their inheritance. Is it Fatan?"

 Fatan scratched his head in confusion, while Dara was now looking at him with her hands folded on her chest. Staring at the boy who had once stopped in his heart and incised the deepest wound.

"Mas!" urged Indi who was also impatient to hear Fatan's answer.

"As long as you know, this man doesn't even have anything, all the inheritance from his parents he spent before meeting me. And now that's also the reason she still survives here even as a free maid. Look, the man you so longed for that you could use a dirty way to snatch it is in fact nothing more than a bunch of useless garbage. Get ready to shake you all up, there'll be other surprises you don't know. And me, Dara! It will make it even more surprising!"