TABIR (The Actor Turns Out to be My Brother)
CHAPTER 75. FIRST DAY IN THE VILLAGE.
Morning greet, the boisterous atmosphere of the morning in the village and the cold air makes the indi that has actually been awakened even back to close the blanket to the head. With a low growl Indi again snuggled comfortably under his blanket which he brought from the city.
Kukuryuyuuukkk
Ciap ciap ciap
Cit cit cuittt
The various sounds of pets that were there lit up the atmosphere that morning, outside it was not even bright yet but there was already a sound like people feeding chickens in the side yard right next to the room where indi was staying.
"Sir, the back room hasn't opened yet?" ask someone Indi does not know who, but from her voice it seems like a young girl. And they were talking about the room he was in with his mother.
"Maybe the tea mama is still sleeping, Neng. Let it go, this is still early for the city people, after all they just until yesterday maghrib has let them rest longer," enter a heavy voice of the man that Indi knows as the voice of Pak Sukri.
"Oohh, yes Abah. Dedek go in first, cook some water."
No longer heard the voice of conversation after that, the voice of Mr. Sukri who was feeding his pet chicken was no longer heard. It seems to be finished or Mr. Sukri deliberately moved because he did not want to disturb the guest's rest time.
Hearing that, Indi immediately went back to submerge in his head into the soft pillow below and returned to dive into the sea of dreams that had been cut off.
Not much different from Indi, beside her, Miss Maryam also seemed still curled up to sleep. They sleep on their backs with blankets covering each body to the head. The air in the village was really still cold at this hour. It's only natural that the dawn of time just half an hour ago passed.
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There was a room door occupied by Indi and Miss Maryam on tap. Indi who was still lazy came out even more closed his eyes indifferently as if the sound was no hope that the knocker could be conscious and immediately left the room.
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Again, it turned out that the knocker was dissatisfied and indeed wanted one of them to get up and meet him. Indi still pretended not to know, so that the mother who woke up and opened the door to ask the understanding of the knocker to come back again an hour later. But it seems that Indi's mind is the same as that of Miss Maryam beside him.
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"Rem down, if you don't wake up, I'll stay!"
Srett
The short speech immediately automatically lifted Indi and Miss Maryam from the bed with reddened eyes because they were still very sleepy.
"Not waking up, I'm really staying, In." Again Fatan's voice sounded pressing even though flat and slow.
"The liver!" yelling Fatan again because he never heard the sahutan from Indi.
Brucks
Gedubruk
Indi got up in a hurry and walked towards the door although still lazy malassn and even hit his bag which he placed carelessly under the bed.
Chequelek
The door of his room was open, in front of there Fatan who was overnight staying on the sofa of the family room looked neat with water still dripping from his misty hair.
"Wake up as well apparently," sighed Fatan who had almost shook the head of Indi who appeared suddenly in front of the door.
"What the hell, Mas? It's still early in the morning and you make me wake up? What a bad you, Mom? You should know that I am tired of traveling yesterday need more rest, even at this hour I was told to wake up. Where all the cravings again," grumbled Indi along the memory lane.
Her lips went forward tens of inches, let alone looking inside where her mother was even more soundly asleep.
"They even built more than this, In. Even at dawn, said you could be better than Dara, why now even want to wake up at noon? Then who dong will take care of my needs if at this hour you still ask to sleep again?" refute Fatan flat but deep.
Indi's eyes that had been sepet and heavy to open instantly became widened and bulged to hear how Fatan began to compare him and Dara.
"Why should I bring Mba Dara anyway?" omel Indi while stepping through Fatan towards the bathroom which is located not far from their standing position.
While waiting for Indi to finish in the bathroom, Fatan sat at the dining table where a glass of warm tea and a plate of boiled bananas were available. Simple breakfast typical of villagers who are very expensive abroad there.
Chequek.
The bathroom door opened, Indi who had refreshed her face inside there went straight to the dining table. As usual when in Dara's house every waking up he just had to step onto the dining table and his stomach will soon be full.
"Well, what is this, Mom? Where's breakfast?" indi grunts while lifting a plate containing boiled bananas and slams it back rough on the dining table made of glass to cause a loud clinking sound.
Fatan's eyes widened angrily, the banana that was in the middle of his chew while looking at the scenery outside the kitchen of Mr. Sukri's house was immediately thrown away.
Indi retreated, because he was afraid of being looked at so by Fatan. Actually he also realized that his behavior was wrong, let alone this is the home of others who he did not know, but yes his name is also Indi where there he must always be a problem right?.
"What are you doing, In? What were you talking about, huh?" snort Fatan while pressing Indi backwards.
Indi continued to retreat until his body hit the wall and could not go anywhere else. Fatan's increasingly intimidating gaze made Indi afraid not to play, this is the side of Fatan that even he just knew. How scared Indi was now even to the point that his shoulders were shaking violently.
"Remember who you are here, Indi. This is not your home. You can't just command people to serve you here. You're not the queen and they're not your ladies-in-waiting. Understand it? Now get up, and do your duty as it should, no one is asking you to be a mistress here" sis Fatan right beside Indi's ear.
The roar of hot breath felt so warm on his nape and face.
Indi closed his eyes and repeatedly shook his head in panic. Indi wanted to scream for help but his voice seemed to be stuck in his throat.
Indi tried to look up, and how surprised he was when he saw a girl stepping on the side of Fatan, and sagging spoiled on the man's arm. To make matters worse, the girl carried a shiny-looking knife and handed it to Fatan. Indi did not even have time to take a breath when he saw the blade of the blade begin to shoot towards him.
"Aaaaahhhhhhh no!"