TABIR (The Actor Turns Out to be My Brother)
CHAPTERS 70. INDICTMENT.
"Oh yes dong, we're getting married. And Mas Fatan will be my husband. Is it good to be a widow?" indi's tease is heartless.
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Again, the upset Dara spilled her frustration by slapping Indi, no one broke, Miss Maryam and Fatan just kept quiet.
"Mom! You!"
"Dare to call me once more, I will dig a grave for you. Understand you? The concubine?" cerca Dara who already felt no need to keep anyone's feelings.
"Why indeed? Isn't it true what I said ha? After this our status will be different, you will be a widow and I will be hahahha's wife." Indi still laughed big on top of everything.
Dara threesome. "Yes of course, even after this our social status will be different. Congratulations on getting the trash I threw away. Enjoy it! And don't ever come to my house again for any reason!"
Indi laughs. "Hahahah, just tell me you're afraid of being fascinated back with Mas Fatan while he will officially be mine."
"Curtain!" Dara spat in front of Indi's face, until the beautiful face that had not stopped laughing was now filled with salivary water.
"What the fuck are you, Ma'am?" indi's snort was upset.
Now it's Dara's turn to laugh. "You don't deserve to talk to me like that, feel the hard life with him and then you can be proud. Don't think the life I've got now is all thanks to him huh, not at all! And remember one more thing, I never pick up the trash I've thrown away!"
Indi clucked in annoyance then walked towards the tap of the park water and opened it to wash his face.
"Have you guys, stop fighting bad with the neighbors," said Miss Maryam who had been just silently watching, wanted to defend even she was afraid to be the target of anger one of them later.
Apparently Miss Maryam is not as brave as before, maybe her courage shrinks in eating age.
"Not the mother's child who has always ignited fire? I was just trying to blow it out, rather than later you who have to burn because of the act," said Dara with ease.
Dara dropped her body weight on the terrace chair, staring at all their luggage lying in front of her.
"What do you want to bring all this with you?" chirps Dara is confused.
Fatan seemed to scratch his nape that was not itchy, while scowling wide.
"Well, get a car!" Indi. "And Mas Fatan's car is in that garage."
Forehead frowning. " It looks like there's something you haven't told this kid, Mas. Look at her being such a hare woman."
Fatan sighed softly. " Sorry, Dara. But ... Mas indeed plans to bring the car, because the old house of the late Mas parents is located quite far from here. It will be difficult to bring mom and Indi also these items if you do not use a car."
"That's your car, Mas. Why do I have permission?" ketus Indi was not happy.
But neither Fatan nor Dara paid any heed.
"I don't agree, Mom. The car is a treasure Gono gini that must be shared between you and me. There is still my right there, and I do not sincerely wear my right again by this wolf-feathered woman," said Daraa telak.
Indi wanted to retaliate, but Miss Maryam quickly held him back. The problem will not be solved if Indi continues to interfere.
"Then ... What should we wear, Dara? Please just this time, after that Mas will sell the car and give half the money to you," Patan said.
Dara weighed in for a moment Fatan's speech. Then finally an idea came to his head.
"How about I give you half the price of this car for you, Mas?"
Fatan's eyes widened, with a look of disbelief.
Dara smiled obliquely, apparently all this time Fatan did only know Dara only got money from his gift only. And it's so smart to save up that he can stay calm when he's no longer working and on the verge of divorce.
But, it is good that it means that all of Dara's efforts that he kept secret are still safe without being discovered. I don't know what happens if they all know about the boutique, maybe now Dara lives in the middle of the sycophants.
"Become?" call Fatan disperse his reverie.
Dara gasped and immediately opened her bag.
"Even, say only want to boast so everything daydreams. Surely again think of minjem pinjol funds how else to be able to pay half the price of the car. Haah, Mother ... Maud. You will not be able to live if you do not live Mas Fatan time, that's why you want a divorce," Oceh Indi again insulted.
Dara who was furious just scooped a wad of money that he had taken at the bank, the goal was to be given to Fatan because he did not believe if the man would sell his car. It could be corruption later.
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Dara smashed the lips of Indi lemes with the money, a wad of money worth almost fifty million dropped by the lips. Money also feels like it hurts.
Indi complained and held her lips that felt Jontor.
"Racaine! That's why it has that mouth on guard! I'm not you, who every time he wants money he just asks."
Dara melengos and switched to give the money to Fatan.
"Here, that's half of it. The drawback will I transfer after this car later sells.at least now you have money to finance your new wife and mother. Ah yes, don't forget. Keep the money well, because we do not know tuyul now many have hair because," said Dara again.
Indi seemed to want to fight again, but swiftly Bu Maryam blocked him and closed his mouth. So Indi could only glare at Dara who now breezed casually into his house.
"Review you, Ma'am. I'll prove that my life and Mas Fatan's will be happier than yours!" hardik Indi while kicking the door of the house that has been closed tightly by Dara.
There is no answer, it seems that Dara prefers sleep rather than serving Indi who tame like loyalty.
"Here you go, let's go." Fatan picked up his backpack and suitcase and was about to walk out the gate of the house to order a taxi online.
"Mas, how come you brought your own suitcase anyway?" rengek Indi made as much as possible.
Repugn.
Fatan. "You're not a kid, In. Can you bring it yourself? I'll book a cab first."
Fatan walked ahead of them, and stood by the side of the road with his eyes focused on his phone screen.
"Aahhh, told to bring it yourself? Where heavy like this again," complained Indi while trying to lift his backpack and two suitcases that are somehow contained. Maybe all the contents of his room he had brought before, like his bed and bathroom.
"Eatya just brought as necessary first, you anyway ngeyel all want to be brought. Where many things are not important anymore" grumbled Miss Maryam while walking to leave Indi towards Fatan.
Indi thumped and stomped his feet to the ground, but with great effort he was finally able to bring all his luggage to the side of the road waiting with Fatan and Miss Maryam.
"Where, Mas?" tanya Indi after half an hour waiting in the hot sun.
Fatan let out a tired sigh, sweat pouring from his forehead dripping down the hot asphalt road in front of them. Though only the streets are complex but it feels very hot.
"There is no online taxi that can get to where we want to go, inevitably we have to rent travel."
Indi's eyes glared. "What, Mas? Travel rental? How far is the place?"