TABIR (The Actor Turns Out to be My Brother)
CHAPTER 90. MISSION 2
"Ahahah, that's the quality. Who told you to play nyosor? Eat at the car door. Hahaha," Zaki led on the tight-bodied woman who was grimacing now while holding her forehead and lips that felt Jontor.
"Iishhh, you little bitch!" he beat up Zaki's car door.
His feet even stomped like a child asking for a toy.
Zaki chuckles. "Hey hey, don't beat up the car. Later if until the blisters or dents I ask for a change, yes, in the dashboard of my car there is CCTV loh."
The woman stopped as soon as she heard Zaki say, and with her face bent away from Zaki's car even though she had kicked the tire.
"A bad car is a belagu," the woman sizzled slowly, but still could be heard by zaki.
"Let the car be ugly too, which is important can be beneficial and protect from the heat and rain on the road. Instead of the walk keep bumping into itself and instead ask for responsibility?" sindir Zaki while raising his eyebrows.
The woman's face looked increasingly bent, her thin lips pursed with her arms crossed over her chest. Making his PD that was as big as a melon was depressed and looked tempting to male eyes basket. But not for Zaki, seeing the indecent sight he even threw his face and got into his car.
"Hey, wait," between the women, he stopped Zaki's car until Zaki couldn't get anywhere because it was impossible to accidentally hit the woman.
Zaki made his car window glass. "What else is it? I told you that I don't want responsibility, I'm definitely not wrong. I have the tape do you still want to tickle?"
The woman snorted loudly and headed towards Zaki's open windshield. The face of the jutek who had arrived suddenly turned into a lute.
"Don't go, Mas. You have to help me, I ... overheated," he whispered along with ******* which made Zaki even more creepy on him.
Zaki pulled out a packet of wet tissue and passed it to the woman.
"This, Ma'am. Let it cool, he said it was hot, right?"
The woman looked at Zaki in surprise, only this time there was a man who instead of being tempted even gave him a wet tissue.
"Mas ... come on, aren't you tempted to look at my body?" the ray again while shaking his fatty body here and there until everything swayed up and down like a bekel ball.
Zaki glanced at. "No, Ma'am. Thank you." Thank you."
Doenggg
The woman was slapped with a silver tray and heard Zaki say. Just this time, it was true that only this time there was a man who could resist his temptation. Usually, even pious men can be tempted, even if they only memorize the money.
Seeing that the woman was stunned, Zaki closed the windshield and slowly started driving back with her car.
The woman is now seen taking her phone out of her material-strapped shorts.
"Hello, mission failed. I'm asking for five times as much because you've embarrassed me for not playing."
Tut
The woman immediately turned off her phone connection and passed from the place.
****
Zaki had just reached home when the sound of the twins' cheerful cries had already dropped by his eardrum.
"Om Papa!" exclaim them together, while running small down the stairs of Zaki's house. They have not been taught by Dara to call Zaki Papa, because they have not received the blessing of his father. But the twins are impatient to take the initiative on their own to give Zaki a call in such a way and Zaki himself is no problem with that.
Zaki smiled and grabbed a small package with a minimarket logo in front of their housing complex containing a variety of ice cream for the twins.
"Assalamu'alaikum, son of om. See what you brought?" point Zaki at the plastic bag he was carrying.
The twins scrambled to ask for the bag, and their clear eyes immediately sparkled as soon as they saw the contents inside.
"Es cream!" they both together.
The two compact nodded. "Like it, thanks, Mom."
"Same," said Zaki and invited the twins to go back into the house to find Ambar who is now cooking.
"Assalamu'alaikum," Zaki said as he approached his mother and kissed the hand of the woman who had given birth to him.
"Wa'alaikumsalam, have you gone home, son?" sahut Bu Ambar soft.
"Yes, bun. Thank God all the business is done" Zaki replied as he walked towards the refrigerator to pick up a bottle of cold water.
Ms. Ambar turned off the stove because the food was cooked, and began to be moved to the plate.
"How serious? Have you met Dara's parents?"
Zaki sat down at the dining table while pouring cold water into the glass.
"Already, Bun. And you know, it turns out his father Mbak Dara is the owner of the company that this morning met with Zaki as an investor?"
Ms. Ambar turned around, carrying a side dish she cooked earlier onto the dining table. His eyes look sparkling.
"Oh yeah? How then? Your application was accepted, right?"
Zaki smiled wryly. "Not yet, Bun. Mr. Miko said he would test first. Do not know how Zaki test, because he said he traumatized his son had failed to live in a household, because, he said he wanted the man who would be Dara's husband later to be an honest and committed person."
Bu Ambar sat down before Zaki and clasped his hands gently. The warmth of a mother's affection is so intensely radiated from her aura.
"Indeed it should be so, he as a father of course also hurt if he saw his favorite child, his daughter was hurt by a man with the title of her husband. So naturally, it is very natural even if his father Dara wants the best daughter-in-law of his version first. For the test, whatever the form, follow it calmly and remember your message. So yourself, follow your heart. Mother believes, strongly believes that this mother's child is a good man."
As if getting an injection of spirit, Zaki who had been resigned if his application was not accepted is now starting to get excited again. He kissed her hand repeatedly while saying countless thanks.
"Thank you for everything, Bun. Mother's the best, and Zaki is very affectionate with mother." Zaki whispered between the tears that came down from the eyes that were staring at the day.
****
The village.
"Mas, just got home? Where is aja from?" indi asked when he found that Fatan had just arrived home when the day had shown almost 12 pm.
Fatan did not answer and pushed Indi's body to get away from the door.
"Mas, if asked, dong replied!" indi exclaimed high, the front door closed violently.
Fatan stopped, sighed and turned around with a sharp look.
"Why indeed?"
Indi was stunned to see the change of Fatan, even though it had only been a few weeks since their marriage. They should still be warm at this time as newlyweds, but what Indi can get is the cold and indifferent Fatan treatment every day.
"Mas, what the hell are you doing? Why so rarely come home and if you go home it must only be angry?" tanya Indi tried to soften.
He was tired of fighting, he was ashamed of the neighbors who every day gossiped about him and his household that did not look harmonious like a newlywed.
Instead of answering, Fatan instead approached Indi with a sharp cold gaze. In one jolt he grabbed Indi's chin and pressed down on it.
"Don't I say it first? Never be like the people in this village. Now enjoy the fruit from me."
Indi was surprised not to play, because the sound that came out of Fatan's mouth was not the original sound. It was ... the heavy voice of an old grandmother.