TABIR (The Actor Turns Out to be My Brother)
CHAPTER 92. NOT AS IT SEEMS.
One week passed quietly since Zaki's proposal to Mr. Jatmika, since then there have been strange incidents of magical bin that he met every day.
As today for example, Zaki is busy organizing the project of building a new branch of Dara boutique sponsored by the company Pak Jatmika. Suddenly arrived a man with a body full of dirt and wounds seemed to approach him with a limp step.
"Sir, help me, sir. I haven't eaten since yesterday" she said to Zaki, her hands outstretched as if she wanted to touch Zaki but she said.
Zaki who was talking to the building foreman turned around and looked pityfully at the flat man.
"Let's take shelter first, Mas. It's hot here" said Zaki as he took the man to sit under a shady and cool building.
The man sat down but his hands were incessantly holding onto his plywood-looking sideways stomach.
"This, Mas. Please have a drink first." Zaki thrust a bottle of bottled mineral water at the man.
The man accepted it and drank its contents greedily, as if he had not eaten and drank for days.
Zaki looked at him with a gaze of the devil, it turns out that there are still many people who do not have it in if that maybe sometimes his presence is not visible to the eyes that are only glare with the world.
"Mas, what's her name?" zaki asked after the man put the bottle that had been toilet filled back in place.
"Ah, I'm Arif, sir. I really want to go home, my mother is very sick. But ... on the way I even got a stall, and all my goods were taken including the only motorbike I had and even that has not paid off the installments. I'm confused, sir now to go home how, I don't have anyone here."
Zaki. "Where is Mas Village?"
"In S village, sir. Not far from here, it would be eight to ten hours if from here using a motorbike" said Arif lowered his head.
"You can't go home, so what's the fate of your mother there? He said it was really hurt?"
Arif looked heavy. " The last news I got, the mother is now in the same care bude. His sister's mother, he's the one who financed all the needs of the mother there. But I as a child can't help anything, sir. After all, my mother, let alone my father, has long since died."
Zaki seemed to think for a moment, he could give money only for Arif to be able to quickly go home to see his mother. But if you look again from his stature Arif looks like not the type of person who will accept the help of others with just.
Zaki stood up. "Then, come with me."
"Sir, wait." Arif ventured to hold Zaki's hand, but was immediately released again after realizing he was dirtying Zaki's clean white hand.
"It's okay, just relax. What's up?" ask Zaki gently.
Arif seemed to scratch his head clumsily.
"I .. I do not want to receive any help with just from the Father. If possible .. hmmm if possible ...." Arif hangs his sentence.
"What's? Just tell me, if I can help I'll help." Zaki smiled, it turned out that his estimation of Arif was correct.
Arif squeezed the end of his clothes which looked very shabby.
"If I may, I ask you to buy food, sir. Rice packs that cost ten thousand only, sir I .. hungry once."
Zaki smiled again and this time he pulled Arif's hand without any disgust at all.
"Here you go, come with me first."
Arif resigned, and followed Zaki's steps towards a room. It was his personal office in the project.
"Please clean in the bathroom, I will prepare food for you. Take it easy, do not hesitate, just think of it as your own home." Zaki smiles and quickly leaves Arif to the nearest restaurant to buy lunch for all his men who work to build the boutique building.
Zaki asks the foreman to hand out the packaged rice and bring three packs for him and Arif, deliberately he exaggerates one, or Arif is not enough with one pack.
"Mas Arif, here's the food. Let's eat first," asked Zaki to Arif who now looks cleaner than before, even though his clothes still look shabby.
"Thank you, thank you very much, sir." Zaki received the rice packet and started eating it very greedily.
Zaki had not even spent half of his ration, but Arif seemed to have spent the entirety and was now licking his five fingers.
"That's one more thing, just eat it all together, Mom. I deliberately brought more for Mas Arif earlier," Zaki bargained.
Arif's eyes sparkled and after tidying up the empty package of rice, he immediately opened the second package and went back to eating it voraciously.
"Sir, thank you very much, help." Arif looked at Zaki with glassy eyes.
Zaki placed his half-last pack of rice, and washed his hands in the sink.
"Same, what are your plans after this?"
Arif gave a heavy sigh, looking puzzled over the look on his face. Though actually Zaki feels quite strange, because actually the skin of Arif's body after washing looks very clean and well maintained. But Zaki brushed it off, he thought it might be that Arif was actually the son of people in his village but became like a vagabond for being a victim.
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Arif had not yet opened his mouth to answer, a knock on the door of Zaki's room cut off their chatter.
"Come in" said Zaki.
The door opened, the foreman's face poking out from behind the door.
"Sir, Tejo asks permission to go home because his wife wants to give birth. We're short of one worker to paint upstairs, sir."
Zaki looked at Arif who now also looked at him expectantly.
"From today, you can work here."
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"How's it?" the voice of someone on the phone broke the silence of that dimly lit room.
"Mission succeeded, Boss. As expected the target is indeed someone who is generous and virtuous." replied someone who only looks behind his head.
"Hahahah, I guessed it. But ... Doesn't mean this is my last test, there will still be a few more tests he has to pass to convince himself of this."
"Then, what should I do, boss?"
"Stay, right there. Keep acting as the person who needs his help the most, and we'll see how things progress. Does he stay that way, or will he change if you start to run?"
"Good, Boss."
