TABIR (The Actor Turns Out to be My Brother)
CHAPTER 7. MISJUDGED
The surprised Fatan immediately woke up and stood up, so shocked he was even speechless and just stood staring questioningly at Indi.
Indi who had previously slept in a curled position hugging his knees with a blanket covering his entire body now sat no less surprised.
"Why are you there, In? That's Farah's bed" angered Fatan who felt Indi was disrespectful by sleeping on his son's bed and made him misunderstand.
Indi groped not knowing how to explain. His mouth was open and closed but no words came out of it.
"Where is Farah? Why are you sleeping here instead of him?" Fatan growled low as he realized Fatur was beginning to be distracted by his voice.
Again Indi did not answer and just squeezed the blanket while biting his lips held his anxiety. Stuck in a situation where he was happy to be close to his sister-in-law and the shame was extraordinary because with disrespect he had slept in a room and bed that was not his until it made others misunderstand.
Fatur woke up, rubbed his eyes and asked in a hoarse voice.
"Why are you home?"
Fatan ignored Indi, and walked up to his son who was still with his pillow face.
"Hey Papa's hotshot, let's get up late in the afternoon. The nap time until this hour just woke up?" fatan said menoel nose bangir his son.
"Congratulations, Pa. Fatur also dreams of meeting Grandpa maybe because it's his sleep so long," said Fatur while revealing his sweet smile.
Fatan rattled his son's hair, then carried him out of the room without caring about Indi who was still sitting on the bed.
"Then we take a shower together. After that we are ready to go to the mosque," said Fatan as he passed out of the room.
Indi who was left alone looked upset, his lips were manyun and by stomping his feet he came out of the room anyway without re-cleaning Farah's mattress which he had made a mess.
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"Lho, Fatur just woke up? Where's Aunt Indi?" dara asked as she saw Fatur and Fatan coming together towards the dining table.
There was a bowl of fruit soup whose ice had begun to melt.
"Yes Ma, Fatur just woke up. How come Aunt is with me, Ma? I just woke up with Papa here, so I didn't see Auntie" replied Fatur innocently.
Fatan took Fatur down from his carrier and let the boy run towards the sink to wash his face.
Fatan took his place next to Farah who looked busy with his iceless fruit soup.
"Kok tumben hour is home, Mas. Still at 4 loh," asked Dara while preparing a bowl of fruit soup for her husband.
"Yes, Honey. The work is done all so Mas pamit go home first, kangen also you are the same children because," explained Fatan with a smile can not be separated from his thin lips.
Dara blushed embarrassed, but was reluctant to reply to her husband's fight because he was with their children.
"Fatur wants to, Ma." Fatur took a chair next to Dara and thrust a bowl with a picture of his beloved bear.
Dara pinched the fatur puffed cheek and poured fruit soup into her bowl.
They ate while joking around, very warm and harmonious. Who would not be envious to see the harmony of the small family, not least Indi who is currently holding back the tightness and tears when she sees the warmth of her sister's family from behind the wall.
"Why is your life always happy, Ma'am? And that misfortune? Why do I always accept it?" indi growled with breath up and down.
Indi wiped away her rough tears, rushing away. Crossing the street to just shed the tightness in his chest at this moment.
Indi walked slowly around the park of the elite housing complex occupied by her brother, enjoying the cool afternoon air in the typical tranquility of urban housing.
But the shape of the fence makes Indi know that the fence is a one-way fence, meaning that the owner can see it clearly from the inside.
"Where else are you hiding?" ask the voice again this time accompanied by the sound of an open gate.
Realizing the situation began not good Indi took a swing, took off the flip-flops he was wearing and began to run as hard as possible.
"Hey poor man! Don't run you! Pay your debt first! Oye! Stop that!" shouted a mother who came out from behind the fence.
His body is fattened wearing after a wide bat negligee and the hair on the bun becomes one above, running slowly using wedges slippers ala-ala in-law rich pretentious.
But not Indi name if it will be taken for granted just because in teriaki so by the mothers known is Bu Juleha, Hans' mother. His shrill voice confirmed that in fact all the inhabitants of the complex might be able to hear, only to return to the laws of the neighboring city. Your business is none of my business, making no one come out even though Ms. Leha keeps shouting out loud.
"Huh .. fortunately here is not kayaking in the village, if the kayaking in the village is over I am in netijen julidin," grumbled Indi while continuing to run.
Turning around the corner Indi just kept running without paying attention to the surrounding, until finally his feet tripped over the garbage crackle and ...
Rambok
Indi fell down with his face landed first on the asphalt road. Fortunately, both of his palms were protected by sandals that he wore between his index and middle fingers so he did not have to be scuffed.
"Aauuuu ..," hissed Indi while touching her cheek that felt sore because it smelled asphalt.
Plaques
Again Indi apes for forgetting to open sandals that are still hanging faithfully in his hands, so finally the sandals actually hit his own face.
"Sandals have no morals!" rutuk Indi while holding back tears.
As the saying goes, it has fallen down the stairs. But that was still not enough to describe Indi at this time, it would be more suitable if it had fallen down the stairs with her sheep too.
Indi took off the sandals from his hands and threw them recklessly.
Plakk
"Ouch!" screams a man's voice from behind the fence of a house beside Indi.
Indi's eyes are perfectly rounded, not yet exhausted the pain in his cheek now comes after all a calamity that will befall him because of his own carelessness.
The gate opened, the wet kepalang finally Indi just silently berbasrah when the person who was hit by the throw of his backrest was out while carrying sandals in his hand, while the other hand seemed to wipe his eel.
"You throw sandals?" hardik the young man who came out of the fence.
Instead of answering Indi was stunned when he saw the good looks of the face of a young man whose face almost matched the Korean artist idol, he said, with narrow eyes and slightly messy hair really makes Indi feel like meeting his idol in real.
Because it did not get a response the man walked closer to Indi, and shook his hand in front of Indi's face.
"Hey! You're still sane, right? Duh, isn't he a crazy person? Or a mental hospital patient who ran away?" said the man speculated as good as udelnya.
"Are you married?" chirp Indi without further ado.
The man backed off.
"Huh? What's?"