TABIR (The Actor Turns Out to be My Brother)
CHAPTER 65. RENUNCIATION.
It was late in the afternoon, the twins had been bathed and groomed by Elis. Looks handsome and beautiful as always.
"Fature, look. Farah's hair is long" said Farah flicking her hair in front of the mirror.
The black, straight and wide hair fluttered out the fragrant scent of fruit from the shampoo they were wearing earlier.
"Well, do you want to cut her hair again?" tanya Fatur held onto Farah's fine hair.
Farah shook her head. "No, what's it doing? Let it be long, after all who usually cut Farah's hair no longer care."
Fatan who accidentally passed in front of the twins room and heard the conversation of his two children immediately stopped with heated eyes.
"Yes yes, Farah. Tapikan later we have instead, ask to cut it with our new Papa," said Fatur plain.
Farah nodded cheerfully and imagined her togetherness yesterday with Halim. He was bought a lot of snacks and ice cream by Halim just to get her down from her sling, but that's why Farah can make Halim promise to spend time with her this afternoon in a mall not far from their home.
Fatan who was still in his place held back a bunch of tears that urged to come out, his heart ached terribly. How could he still be around but he his son instead wanted to replace him with someone else that even he didn't know who.
"But Fatan why?" asked Elis who had just returned from the kitchen after putting the dirty clothes of the twins into the laundry room. In his hand there are two boxes of milk packaging with pictures of Doraemon favorite of the twins.
Fatan hurriedly wiped away his tears that had just accidentally dripped and smiled.
"Ah, no. Just that the twins were joking around inside, saying they wanted to have a new Papa?" Fatan laughed out loud.
Elis sighed heavily. "Huh, no effort in the horrors, sir. Maybe the twins are just imagining, maybe they actually miss you but are embarrassed to reveal, right?"
Elis is forced to hide the truth about him being the different man he wants in his twin to be Fatan's replacement.
"Ah, what is it?" murmured Fatan while looking at the cool twins staring at themselves in front of the mirror from between the door of the room that opened a little.
A slight smile appeared on Fatan's lips, as if Elis' words were giving a new spirit in his heart. He realized that all this time there was very less time for the twins, especially since Fatur began to know his relationship and Indi made the twins keep their distance from him.
Elis offered him two boxes of milk. "Here, try the loving Father, who knows how to get you guys back?"
Fatan accepted it and weighed for a moment about what he was going to tell the twins. After finding the right word, Fatan immediately rushed in with a style like if he had just returned from the service outside the city.
"Kids, Papa has something for you."
Fatan thrust the two milk boxes with the face made as pleasant as possible, as the face of the person who is holding back longing. Fatan thought the twins' reaction would be the same as it used to be, running and squandering into his arms. How Fatan longed for those times, the times he had wasted.
"Why what?" tanya Fatur who immediately collapsed Fatan's hard-earned confidence in building.
Never mind squandering and hugging him, the twins just silence and glance at it at a glance. Then again busy with his chatter again, no matter the milk in the hands of Fatan who had been outstretched in the air ready to be taken them.
"Sir? Are you dad papa?" elis asked touching Fatan's shoulders which seemed to tremble slightly.
Fatan did not turn around, only his head shook.
At a glance, Elis could see a mist of sorrow and sorrow in Fatan's already wet eyes.
"Unfortunately the rice has turned into a septic, sir. Nothing else can be saved from what happened. I can only hope to give you the best way," muttered Elis quietly.
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"Sir, Elis can't go to the mall." Elis helps the twins get into the car after Dara picks them up shortly after the twins finish their milk.
"Loh why? Come along dong, Lis." Dara frowned.
"Elis wants to help Ms. Laila make a cake, Ma'am. It's good to make additional savings so we can have our own house later," kekeh Elis while covering his bark teeth with one hand.
Dara nodded in understanding. "Ooh, yeah that's it. Ma'am go first yes," said Dara while looking down on Elis.
"Dadah Mbak El! Tomorrow we play again yes," said Fatur and Farah who pulled her head out of the window of Dara's new car that he bought in cash.
Elis waved back at the two cute boys, the more the car moved away from the place, the further their visibility became. Elis began to step out of Dara's house and into her own.
Brugh
Someone hit Elis, his body that smelled of alcohol made Elis immediately look up to ascertain who he had helped.
"Who? Is he Bu Juleha's son? The sea leech?" muttered Elis when he saw Hans who staggered with a raving indistinct.
Elis flicked his clothes that had been dirty with dust when he fell, his heart was very upset because Hans hit him to the point of falling but he just left without apologizing.
"Huh, good thing drunk if I realized I had slapped his palm with a brick!" furious at Elis while showing his fist towards Hans who was not even aware of what had happened.
He continued to rummage all the way while looking left and right looking for his house.
"Assalamu'alaikum" said Elis at the entrance of the house and took off the slippers he was wearing.
Fixing her handbag that only contained an old-fashioned cell phone and some personal needs, Elis went inside the house and frowned as a faint smell greeted her sense of smell.
"Well, what's this smell? How not so good, huh? Like the smell of dragon keteknya who did not bathe three years mah," joroh Elis while tiptoeing in to find the source of the smell of the charred.
"Mr Laila?" call Elis to find her brother's whereabouts.
The more into the smell of the gosong the more it feels stinging, there is even a little puff of smoke coming from the kitchen.
Soon Elis ran into the kitchen and was surprised not to play when he found Laila was lying helplessly on the kitchen floor with the grill oven blowing smoke from it.
"Astaghfirullah, Miss Laila why?"