TABIR (The Actor Turns Out to be My Brother)
CHAPTER 67. PLANS AGAIN.
"What's? Back to the village?" sentak Indi was shocked when he heard his mother's curses about their land and gardens that turned out to be sold by people.
"Yes, you are sincere our heritage is sold that is the same as who." Miss Maryam bent her face.
The two women of different generations seem to be stuck, in the same confusion. On the one hand they really want to go home, but now they do not even have money to buy a candy.
"How is it, Mom?" ask Indi pasrah.
Miss Maryam sighed. "Mother is also confused, if we try to pinjem to Dara first. Who knows if he'd be so kind as to lend?"
Indi. "Mom really thinks Mama Dara will give us money? We're not even getting out of here. Look that! Every time we go to the gate, it's always in the lock, we're here like prisoners, ma'am. Do you understand that?"
Ms. Maryam was back, what Indi said actually had a point as well. They both have no power here, other than doing their duties in that house they can do nothing else. What an excruciatingly painful retribution from a gentle woman like Dara.
"What's wrong?" asked Fatan who had just come from the backyard, it seemed like she had just finished cutting the grass like Dara had assigned her .
The sweat was still wetting his body until the thin shirt he wore was stuck to his athletic back and chest. Unfortunately, the owner can't keep it for just one woman.
"Hahhh, no." Miss Maryam covered it from Fatan because she knew Fatan would not be able to help her problem either.
Fatan shrugged both shoulders and just flashed towards the kitchen, took out a bottle of cold mineral water and came back out.
"It looks like I'll be out of this house after my separation and Dara's in the inauguration." Fatan began his story while sitting in front of Miss Maryam.
His wet clothes he opened and replaced them with a towel that was thrown over his shoulder.
"Huh? Get out of this house? Doesn't the house of your deceased parents no longer exist?" Miss Maryam is thieving.
Fatan shakes. "There's actually another home my parents gave me that's still safe, just a little secluded."
"Oh yeah? Where's?" mom Maryam's eyes radiate a little hope, as well as Indi who had been silent but did not stop stealing the eyes on Fatan's body which was always a opium for him.
Fatan mentioned the name of a place, and meta Bu Maryam and indi as if to escape from the nest.
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"Zaki, mother .. thanks for the anterin back home," said Dara while taking over Fatur who accidentally fell asleep in the lap of Zaki who was holding the wheel.
"Ah, no, papa Nak Dara. Don't worry, consider yourself a brother. Yahh thankfully if it really so .. hehehehe," kekeh Bu Ambar while staring meaningfully.
Dara smiled clumsily and stuck out her hand to help Farah get out of the car even though the boy was just as sleepy.
"I help you, Ma'am." Zaki gets out of the car and returns to retrieve Fatur from Dara's sling that appears to be into the breast.
"Well, that's dong. Try to sensitize a little from earlier, the time must be in the first meglak just want to understand anyway, Zaki? mummified Bu Ambar.
Zaki chuckled and walked towards the gate that was still locked because Dara had not opened it yet.
"Thank you again, Bund. We have been allowed to ride the car," Dara said before entering the house.
"Mother stop by first yuk," invited Dara kindly, the real face of a Dara who during the betrayal as if trying to become a hungry female tiger.
Ms. Ambar smiled and shook her head. "the next time, Dar. Mommy is tired of this too, want to collapse. Let your car be taken care of by Zaki."
"Ah, no need, Bun. Let Dara take it herself to the workshop, it's not good to keep taking it." S
Dara refused firmly because since then always Bu Ambar relied on Zaki to help him.
"Mbak Dara, I think we go in first. Pretty pegels too long ago," kekeh Zaki who has been standing waiting for the two women of different ages to chat.
Fatur who was still sleeping comfortably in his carriage seemed to be not disturbed at all.
"Ah, yes. Let's go in, Zak. Bun, Dara entered yes," said Dara finally and they entered along with Zaki tailed behind.
Zaki's heart pounded hard when he was about to re-enter the house where he once echoed the pledge of sacred promise that was immediately betrayed by the idol. Until now the pain is still felt, whether Zaki can make peace with his past. And I don't know what he will respond when he knows Indi will marry Fatan.
"Zaki, here the faturn is falling here." Dara pointed to a bed with a picture of a red car that became a favorite of children.
While Farah seemed to have laid her body on the bed with the picture of the princess who was located right next to the bed.
Zaki lowered Fatur from his carrier slowly, and after he managed to directly put the blanket on the boy.
"Papa," Fatur muttered like delirious, from his lips emanated a wide and sweet smile, until the dimples of his cheeks were clearly visible.
Zaki was stunned for a moment by the plain face of the boy, until Dara's call startled him and made him rush out.
"Loh, is Mas Zaki here?" ask a voice that Zaki really wants to avoid at this time.
But wet, Zaki finally chose to take a shower.
"Yes, why? Can't I go to this house? Even the owner alone did not forbid kok," Zaki replied without turning his head, only Dara who was currently deliberately glancing at the change in Indi's facial expression seemed to gasp at Zaki's resolute answer.
"Emmm, that ... that's not it, Mas. Meaning ....."
"I'm sorry then, Ma'am Dara I'm sorry" said Zaki as he walked quickly out of the house and directly into his car before driving forward at medium speed.
Dara re-entered after making sure the front gate was locked properly, she did not want her pet to come off or even get hit by a car on the road.
Dara smirked cynically as she passed Indi who was still stuck in his place.
"Look at you now, even a cat might be reluctant to ask for a little food from you. They know you're no better able to find food than they are." Dara pointed at Indi's reddened face and immediately ran away leaving Dara just like that.
Dara was still standing in place, staring flatly at the direction that Indi was passing.
"You who cut your wounds, you who started it all. Then I'll make sure you get the same wound to end it all."