TABIR (The Actor Turns Out to be My Brother)
CHAPTER 74. ARRIVE AT THE VILLAGE.
Not until an hour later, the house that was headed finally looked. The faded yellow painted house looked surrounded by weeds, maybe so long empty.
"Well, is this really his house?" asked the bespectacled driver while staring at the wonder of the house.
Fatan nodded. " Yes, Bang. My parents have long died so this house is no one takes care because I previously worked in the city. That's why it's like this."
The glasses driver was just a beard and did not dare to comment further. After dropping off all their luggage, the driver went back to his car.
"Mas, are you seriously taking me with you to stay here?" show indi on a house that is more worthy of being called the haunted house.
It looks good, only the conditions around it and the paint that has peeled off make the atmosphere look creepy. Though as you remember Fatan first home is a very comfortable and quiet home. With mango trees on the edge of the yard that always bear fruit, now it still seems prospective fruit will begin to develop.
"Yes, this is Mas' childhood home. Dara was here before the twins. Formerly this house was clean and comfortable, for sure if we clean it could be like that again" said Fatan sure.
Ms. Maryam herself seemed to keep scanning the place, visible from the look on her face that she was getting uncomfortable.
"Emm, isn't there lodging or what it used to be, Fatan? I'm tired if only to go straight to clean up a house this large," said Miss Maryam while holding her knees and hips that were indeed painful.
Fatan seemed to scratch his head and shake his head. "Unfortunately, this isn't in town, ma'am. So a place like that doesn't exist."
"What Mas? Nothing?" yang Indi mendelik.
Fatan nodded stiffly, as it was true what he said.
"Our mom is just getting there, and it's getting dark and you want us to go to a place like this ghost nest? You're sane, aren't you, Mas?" cecar Indi non-stop.
Fatan just sighed softly. " What else do you want, In? It's the only place we're sheltering now. Want to go to your village, mother also said your land and gardens are sold by people. And mother did not dare to fight because she did not have a valid letter of her land. So yes .. indeed this is the only place we can still live. We're going back to town again?"
Indi stomped his feet to the ground, looking at the house before his eyes with an annoyed look. Even though compared to other neighboring houses the house looks nicer and wider. But the appearance of a messy and unkempt certainly makes it certainly become a separate repulsion for people who understand.
When the middle confused suddenly came a man in a hat and wearing a sarong walking towards them.
"Nuhun, Mas and Mbak who are you looking for?" tanyanya friendly.
"Who? This isn't Mr Sukri? Mr RT is here, right?" chirps Fatan happy.
The fathers called Mr. Sukri nodded.
"Yes, that's me just now mah I'm not RT anymore. That was fifteen years ago I became RT," kekeh Pak Sukri who apparently did not recognize Fatan.
"Who is this, then? Who's here to find? How can you stand in front of this empty house?" point Mr. Sukri towards Fatan's house.
Mr. Sukri was silent for a moment while scanning the face of Fatan, and before long his old face began to look bright.
"Oh my God, this is Fatan's tea? You are so big, Tan. In the past, his job was to take mangoes with guava to my garden. Now it's this Segede, where the handsome pisan again. If you want, I'll be your son-in-law, Tan. Coincidentally the diamond has finished school, "kekeh Pak Sukri tried to joke even though there was a little intention in his heart since long ago to match Fatan with his youngest daughter.
"Ekhemmm," said Indi bertehem, it seems he began to be uncomfortable to hear the words of Mr. Sukri.
And fortunately the kind-hearted Mr. Sukri realized the situation and switched the conversation.
"It's almost Maghrib, where are you going? And from where? If you want to stay in this house, my advice is not necessary, tomorrow only. I see you guys just got better stay at my house first tonight," said Mr. Sukri offering help.
Miss Maryam's eyes sparkled, finally the word she had been waiting for came out as well. Excitedly he and Indi nodded while throwing a pitiful look at Fatan.
Finally after weighing here and there both good and bad, finally Fatan relented and chose to stay at Mr. Sukri's house tonight. It just so happens that Pak Sukri's house and Fatan's house are not far away.
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"Here, drink first, Tan." Bu Sukri came out with a tray of two glasses of ginger tea and a plate of hot boiled bananas.
Fatan who was sitting on the porch of Pak Sukri's house with Pak Sukri himself smiled kindly and thanked him for being welcomed by Bu Sukri who was then only himself because of Intan son the youngest is still teaching naji in the cottage in the village.
"You suddenly came back here, a
The tan? It's not that you've worked in the city and have been successful as well. Even the mother said you were married, was that your wife?" ask Bu Sukri while sitting near her husband.
Rattan chairs typical of the countryside that so missed Fatan can now be back in his seat. It is opposite to Pak Sukri and Bu Sukri who are sitting separately from the round table with him.
"I want to start working here, Mom. Coincidentally, his capital has been collected. And that was, not yet my wife the plan might later we will get married here. Soon I will take care of everything, so as not to arise slander." Fatan told a lie.
Ms. Sukri looked mangosteen, and slowly sipped the tea she had previously intended for her husband.
"It's good if you want to open a business in this village, Tan. You see for yourself this village is still far from decent, electricity has only entered the village in recent years. I support you if you want to open a business, what kind of business is that, Tan?" Pak Sukri chimed in.
Fatan looks confused, because in fact he himself only answered earlier so that no villagers know the main reason for choosing to return to his childhood hometown.
While thinking of finding the right answer, a melodious voice caressed Fatan's sense of hearing. Bringing him a moment of nostalgia with his past.
"Assalamu'alaikum, Abah, Umi. Dedek's home."