TABIR (The Actor Turns Out to be My Brother)
CHAPTER 63. NEIGHBOR'S EYE.
The day of the fall of the first trial of the divorce verdict Dara and Fatan finally arrived, today Dara deliberately chose a simple but elegant gown that she had and polished her face that is actually already beautiful with a thin makeup sweep that makes her appearance more perfect.
Dara pegs herself in the mirror. "Well, bismillah. May this be the best path."
Ringgates
Ringgates
Ringgates
The phone that Dara put on the nightstand rang out loud, the name Vania was on it.
"Assalamu'alaikum, how's Nia?" ask Dara to the point.
"Wa'alaikumsalam, Ma'am who was as good as Mbak asked Nia to arrange it as requested." Nia's sweet voice sounded so cheerful.
Dara smiled a little. "Ah, okay. You can count on."
"Yes dong, Vania that's it. Anyway Mbak Dara must look extraordinary today, making people who have sort of the same Mbak was stunned to jump the same achievement Mbak. Hummm .. sure very Nia if they would be begging pity as Mbak later," said Nia with his chatty style.
It seems innate to serve the boutique people, which is increasingly crowded.
"Haish, start slamming it. Yes, Mbak get ready first yes," said Dara before ending his phone.
There was still the cheerful voice of Nia the phone there, mixed with the noise that indicates the child was calling while on the road.
Tut
Dara hung up the phone, but had not had time to put into the bag the square flat object was back beeping.
Crates
Crates
Crates
"Who else?" muttered Dara and looked at the screen of her phone, but there was only an unknown number there.
"Hmmm, whose number is it?" muttered Dara again, feeling reluctant to receive calls from numbers that were not listed on her contact list.
The call stopped and Dara put the phone into her bag, scanning her appearance in the mirror again.
"Huh .. it's a pity that this beautiful woman will soon become a widow. What is less anyway? Also, I won't be embarrassed, will I? The basis of the Fatan is a dead-end lizard. " Dara grumbled as she picked up her bag and was about to go out to the door.
Crates
Ringgates
Cringg.
Again, the phone rang and because of curiosity Dara also lifted it.
"Assalamu'alaikum" said Dara, waiting for a response from the owner of the number.
"Wa'alaikumsalam, Miss Dara?" asked the voice over there, his voice was like a young man that Dara herself felt foreign.
"Yes myself, with whom?" repeated Dara while continuing her intention of opening the door and exiting her room.
"We from showroom X want to deliver a new car order Mbak, which house is it, Ma'am? I'm sorry the maps are kind of stuck" said the young man, whose breath sounded a little stingy, probably from exhaustion.
His head was bent to be able to scan the surrounding conditions.
The young man explained a position and Dara directly directed him towards her house from the man's previous position.
Before long, from a distance appeared an avocado-colored sedan car moving closer. It just so happened that Dara's neighbor who was wearing as much gold as it was sold in the store had just returned from the stall, looks from groceries such as vegetables and sugar and minya fried in a plastic bag.
"Mbak Dara, why are you frowning here?" the sap was friendly as he walked up to Dara from his previous position across the street.
Dara smiled awkwardly, apparently this is how to buy something new if it already looks like this.
"Ah, I .. I ...." Dara was trying to find a reason that was right for her to say. "I'm waiting for you, Ma'am Ajeng."
The gold shop mother walked over the mangosteen but there was still no sign she was leaving soon, she said, even with his leisure sitting on the edge of the fence Dara whose exterior is in such a shape to be a flower pot.
"Lha Bu Ajeng, what's going on there? Don't you want to cook?" exclaimed Dara was shocked because instead of coming home these one mothers even haunted not remember her husband's son who might be waiting for breakfast for them to come.
"Ah, no. I was just at Dara's house. Want to fend for a moment here time can not anyway? Ah, Madam Dara since her husband was caught cheating just as adek even so fierce gini anyway? Though in the past, Mbak was the most friendly and not stingy in this complex," said Bu Ajeng who even became ventured.
Finally Dara resigned, wanted to drive away Bu Ajeng so as not to see his new car is also impossible. Because one wayward mothers will never leave if not their own will.
Drrkkkk
The waiting car arrived, with perfectly rounded eyes Bu Ajeng also approached and began to stroke the new car's body slowly.
"Well, this is your new car, Dara?" chirps Bu Ajeng amazed.
Dara nodded heavily. "No, Ma. It's Dara's temen car, it's her."
Dara pointed to the steering wheel where the young man who had called her asked her the position of her house was now sitting clumsily.
Bu Ajeng got closer to the steering glass and scanned the man's face up close despite still being blocked by the windshield. And before long Bu Ajeng got up with a grumbling face.
"Ah, you must be lying. There is no way you can model it this way. Must be this ... taxi driver online right?" point Bu Ajeng at the young man who now only hears the grin behind the wheel.
Dara nodded in agreement, rather than the longer the business later.
"Ah, yes,Bu. I ordered a taxi online because it wanted to go out," said Dara looking for safety.
'haish, the tumben is so complicated? Though only yesterday he helped me to bully Indi. The present has forgotten? Was he good all this time because of the sandro?' monologue Dara in her heart.
Bu Ajeng still stared at the amazement of the avocado-colored car, amazed because their residents had no car of that color. Very rare. ( Force)
Dara did not pay attention and chose to go directly into the car that he had bought cash from savings money that he had been collecting from Fatan's living.
"Bu Ajeng, I go first huh." Dara opened the windshield next to her and said goodbye to her neighbor.
The young man in the uniform of a well-known showroom in the city only occasionally glanced clumsyly at what he had to say. Fear later mispronounced and even became berabe.
"Are you sure you're just gonna go out wearing a suit like that, Dara?" suddenly stumbled.
Dara's forehead is wrinkled. "What's the matter, Madam Ajeng?"
Bu Ajeng shook his head and immediately walked away. But just a few steps a voice shocked them all.
"Well, wait!"
*Nb: (directly to the side, the story is connected. Don't comment on Julid if you don't want his life to be difficult. So the author is not easy. I love you guys)