TABIR (The Actor Turns Out to be My Brother)
CHAPTER 9. PART-TIME WORK

"What, Ma'am? Part-time job?" shocked Indi when Dara conveyed his plan after returning from the mosque.

 They were just the two of them in the room Indi, Fatan and the twins were playing on the field not far from their home with the other children of the complex.

 Dara nodded.

"Yes, part-time work. After you go to college for example, tomorrow you have started going to college right? You can go straight to work until night." Dara confirmed the fruits of her mind.

 Indi let out a heavy sigh while scratching his head that did not itch. Born as the youngest child and the most loved by both parents certainly makes Indi at all have no work experience, he said, let alone working on others doing homework can still count fingers how many times during his life.

"But, Ma'am. What do you want to do? I have no experience" complained Indi who had lost before the war.

 Dara sat on the edge of the bed, not far from Indi who was lying on her back on her bed.

"That's exactly what you have to start learning to seek experience, you've started to mature Deck. It is time to learn to take responsibility for yourself. After all, you forgot that you have debt as a loan shark?" dara said.

 Indi turned his body into a stomach and supported his head using both hands.

"The mind doesn't forget, Mother. Just afraid, because Mbak knows himself Indi's life so far how,"

Dara shook her head slowly while smiling patiently, revealing a motherly aura that radiated brightly from her.

 Her outstretched hand gently stroked her youngest sister's hair which felt a bit rough because it had not been shampooed.

"There comes a time when we have to get out of our own comfort zone, In. And for you, Mbak think this is the right time," said Dara sure.

 Indi stared at Dara intensely, Dara nodded her mantab and switched to grasping Indi's hand tightly.

"Alright, Indi try Mbak," said Indi finally.

"Bak is sure you can," Dara said as she passed out of the room, and closed the door slowly.

 Let Indi alone with his various thoughts.

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The night grew late, the twins had since returned to his room and fell asleep because they were tired of playing.

 At the dining table looks two lovebirds who make anyone envious are sitting next to each other while enjoying instant noodles in the dim light of the lamp that only turned on one.

"Indeed, no one can miss the pleasure of eating midnight noodles" said Fatan while stirring his noodles to mix with his favorite half-cooked eggs.

 Dara nodded while sipping her noodle soup.

"Most the best anyway, isn't it Mas?"

 Fatan nodded his incantation, and quickly finished his bowl of noodles up the toilet without any residue.

"Alhamdulillah," muttered Fatan after burping earlier.

 Dara hastened to take their dirty bowls and washed them straight away, not used to stacking dirty dishes in the sink. Even Dara had started teaching the twins to immediately wash their used dishes after running out, so as not to accumulate and disturb the scenery.

"Oh yeah, what about your plan, honey?" chirps Fatan remembered their conversation at the mosque this afternoon.

 "Alhamdulillah goes well, Mas. Hopefully it will be as we expect," said Dara without turning his head because he was busy bathing the dirty bowl and glass they just used.

"Are you looking for a suitable part-time job for Indi? He has never worked anywhere, yet,"

"Ah right, why can I forget? Duh, how is this? Is there a solution?" dara asked as she wiped her hands and sat down near Fatan again.

 Fatan seemed to think for a moment, remembering something he had thought about but forgot.

"Ah yes, I remember. What if the cafe has a Mas tea? The location is not far from the Mas office, just across the street. He said there again needed a part-time waitress" Fatan said.

 Dara's eyes seemed to sparkle with pleasure, reflexively her head nodded quickly.

"Byeah, Mas. I agree, it seems not too far from the campus Indi, so he does not need to go back home first. You can go there, right,"

 After reaching an agreement, the couple returned to their room. Turn off all lights and make the whole room dark to save electricity.

 The rain that had fallen was fleeting and merta became swift, the thunder was rumbling with the wind that blew loudly carrying rain grains slapping the side of the glass window.

 Dara curled under her husband's arm as she felt uncomfortable with the sound of rain and lightning.

"Darling, stop teasing me" hissed Fatan whispered in his wife's ear.

"Who is teasing you anyway, Mas? You know I'm afraid of the sound of rain" Dara grumbled back into Fatan's warm embrace.

 Fatan chuckled slightly, then tilted his body to face his wife and hugged her tightly.

"His head is indeed afraid, but his knees are the same as his feet from jahil. You think Mas's numb can't race your movements down there?" god Fatan made Dara's cheeks blush red.

"What the hell ah, people do not say anything too," let Dara immerse her face between the chest and the arms of Fatan.

 Fatan smiled and woke up to be on his wife's body.

"You have to take responsibility, honey. You have awakened the sleeping lion, and now he must be put to sleep again if he does not want to find another prey" murmured Fatan in Dara's ear.

 Fatan blew his wife's ears, making Dara goosebumps all over the body like a low voltage electricity.

 And finally, between the thunderous roar and the torrential rain. They do their duty, give and receive the honey of love that they always build together to keep it sweet.

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"Hayo, what is the morning after the shower?" indi exclaimed when he found Dara coming out of the kitchen bathroom in wet hair.

 Dara's face flushed.

"Sunny, Deck. Kan semalem rained, so the dawn even sumuk, "kilah Dara while passing avoiding his sister and heading to the kitchen.

 Indi went into the bathroom, while Dara began busy concocting spices to make fried rice, a simple breakfast menu came out this morning.

"What cooking, Ma'am?" indi asked outside the bathroom, apparently he was just kebellet and did not even wash his face even though he woke up from sleep.

"You want to make fried rice for breakfast, don't you take a shower? Today to campus in the morning, right?" Dara asked back.

 Indi opened the refrigerator, picked up a can of soda and drank it while standing up.

"God! No Dek can be early in the morning already drinking the jagged, which while standing again. Not polite, Dek." Dara nagged Indi and quickly snatched the can of the drink then put it again in the refrigerator before finally closing it tightly.

"Well, Ma'am. Why go in again? Indi is thirsty, Ma'am," whined Indi like a little boy.

 Dara shakes.

"No! Not once! It's still early in the morning and you haven't even washed your face or brushed your teeth, maybe even drank soda. What if you have stomach pain?" namel Dara long wide.

 Indi relented, against the mothers of two children who were nagging indeed there will be no win.

Indi sat down at the dinner table and looked at the annoyed Dara who was again busy cutting sausages and meatballs for her fried rice mixture.

"Sir, what am I going to college today? Yesterday want to bring my motorbike here do not know what to wear, if riding ojol is not very wasteful for example every day? Did you ask for Mas Fatan's anterin?" tanya Indi.

Dara paused for a moment the activity of stirring her rice, and turned to look at Indi while shaking her waist. Not to be arrogant, but for mothers to put their hands on the waist when cooking is a must. Don't believe? Try it, and feel the sensation yourself.

"Today you use the Mbak motor first, tomorrow Ma'am asked Mas Fatan to arrange an expedition to bring your bike here," replied Dara lightly, and again busy with the activity of stirring fried rice.

 After that, continue to pluck eggs, of course while waiting for Dara's hand will always be at the waist. Very inconvenient.

"Huh, the motorbike will be loved for me," muttered Indi as she laid her head on the table.

"Do you want a new bike?" chirps Dara.

 Indi raised his head excitedly.

"You, want!" yells.

"Work!" toilet Dara while laughing.

Indi was singing her lips because she had just realized in the work by her brother.

"What do you want to do?" sulcan Indi is upset.

 Just as Dara was about to reply, Fatan appeared from behind the kitchen door.

"Working at Zaki's cafe?"

 Indi's eyes were rounded while staring at Fatan.

"What's? Zaki's Cafe? Zaki has a cafe? Zaki that one or ...."