Crazy Love of the Actor
Section 18: Nadir Point

Moving location makes everyone more carefree, although tired, but still fresh peak air makes the mind more calm and relaxed.

Syila had brought back the smile that had been lost on her face, her mind and heart were much calmer. Izraa returned to being the cold man she always was.

The entire crew involved in the production is healthy, which is really good for all the filming process of Asyila's novel.

“Syil, lunch break only, yes.” Director asked.

“Iya.” Syila sat beside the Director, they sat on a bench shaded by a large umbrella lined with a circular shape. Hanum and Izraa sat there as well.

“So much, good rest after lunch, let in the spirit again.” Hanum says.

“Or sleepy, satiety.” Izraa said it without turning her head, she still held onto the script, Hanum just kept quiet, she didn't really care.

“Yaudah, lunch only, fullness but busy mah, will not sleepy times, Za.” Director chimed.

“She was so time, Bang.” Syila laughs.

“Elu, I mean.” Izraa.

Their relationship has been so warm that they are able to mock each other, on the set only Syila is able to mock Izraa and vice versa, even Bang Aryo the Director did not dare to mock the cold Izraa.

“Za, part of the dinner, my clothes are chosen yes, this moment is honest already imagined.” Syila said, Bang Aryo already knew and he agreed.

“What color is tuxedonya?” Izraa asked.

“Biro dongker, keep his coat is also the same blue dongker, cutting his suit along his coat, really cool for sure.”

“Terried ah, what the hell, the cutting time of the suit along the legs.” Izraa.

“Za, please Za, you must be very gallant, seriously I.”

“Pake or not, I keep dashing, color is ok, but cutting do not try.” Izraa.

Syila was disappointed, but she did not want to force and make Izraa bad mood.

Filming went well, everything was done almost perfectly, everyone has a good mood today, Syila is the same.

“Kaos feet no longer dipake!” Andi protested, even though Syila did not wear a daily robe, but she always covered the soles of her feet with socks.

“’Iya, forgot.” Syila always wears slip-on shoes, no-strap shoes, so sometimes she forgets to wear socks, feeling her feet have been protected by the shoes. He thought all Muslim places were friendly, where there was always something separate between men and women.

After almost 4 hours of shooting, time to rest, some eat first, some sleep, some only smoke and copy, not a few who pray Dzuhur first, including Syila, he said, an activity he never missed was another old prayer.

But he was worried, because there were no mushala facilities near the site, there was a large mosque, but had to walk for 30 minutes, it would be too late to return to the location if it went there.

Everyone chooses prayer in the dressing room, but ablution must be in the bathroom located outside the dressing room, the distance of the bathroom to the dressing room is not far away, so after the ablution some people immediately ran to the dressing room for prayer, not provided flip-flops because it is not a place for ablution, so after ablution, they ran barefoot to the dressing room.

Syila hesitated, unfortunately she also forgot to wear socks, even though Andi always reminded to wear socks, at least if wearing socks, Syila can reuse after ablution, and she will not be able to wear socks, so that his feet are not visible even barefoot, if after ablution out using shoes, worse, because the shoes are unclean fields, it could be void, why did he forget to bring his socks.

Syila looked right left, no one, only one or two women, should be safe, if she ablaze and walks into the dressing room, she felt no problem.

Then he went in the bathroom, started ablution and opened the door, he didn't see anyone there, he then went out the bathroom, closed the bathroom door, closed the bathroom door, Izraa was behind him, but Syila was unconscious because her body was facing the door to close it, after successfully closing the door, she walked quickly to the dressing room, then closing the dressing room for prayer, he felt safe, and managed to wudhu without showing his aura, but he was wrong ….

Izraa who saw Syila from behind, to be exact, Syila's barefooted and innocent feet, could only be silent, her blood flowing profusely, a sense of heat protruding from her head to her entire body, he looked towards his bottom, or rather, at the bottom of the stomach, what kind of amused feeling was this? that was what Izraa was thinking, slowly he felt tight, his chest was rumbling, the only thing he wanted right now was to see Syila, Shila who was, an innocent body that he wanted to touch.

Because of that crazy thought, Izraa walked towards the changing room, she didn't care anything, when she opened the door, she saw Syila prostrating, Izraa trembling, what pressure is this, Izraa, why does it feel like he'll go crazy if he stays here.

Izraa ran to the bathroom, she lit a faucet so that no sound could be heard.

He recalled Syila's white legs, how could the legs that had little calves look so intoxicating. Unknowingly, Izraa was doing a lowly thing, a thing he had never done before for not knowing what kind of enjoyment was created from such a lowly thing, like that, things that are usually done by teenagers to satisfy their desires but are not able to marry. Satisfying himself.

Izraa felt disgusted and delicious, after decades, he only knew why those who do not have a partner often spend time in the bathroom to satisfy themselves, it turns out to be like doing something low like this.

After enjoying a worldly humility, Izraa came out with a burning feeling, what crazy thing this is, why enjoy the lowliness he did just now, feel tiring but happy, unimaginable satisfaction, and so on, after decades, he felt it.

“Za, abis boker lu yes, long time ago.” Andi reprimanded Izraa, Izraa did not respond, her face was red and she immediately left.

Andi went into the bathroom to pee, after which he went to the dressing room to meet Syila, Syila was praying in the dressing room.

“Syil, down the pants!” Andi reprimanded Syila whose trousers rose to show from the soles of the feet to a little part of the calf.

“Eh yes, abis wudhu had forgotten to descend, rush to the dressing room anyway, let no one see me barefoot. But safe, it was quiet no one saw.”

“Iya good deh, next time you wear wudhu socks yes, which perforate the bottom of the palm, which you always use, so if finished wudhu can be made again without removable.”

“Iya Andi darling.” Syila answered as she was.

Syila did not know that her small actions had a devastating effect on others, her carelessness opening the gates of hell for herself. Supposedly as a Muslimah, he did not forget that the soles of the feet were still part of the aurat that he had to take care of. But, he forgot to take his pants down and did not wear his wudhu socks.

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BACK TO THE PRESENT

“Which one?” Syila asked.

“Gossip about me a lot? about that, which people believe the most, but still watch my movie.” Izraa was reluctant to call it, out of disgust.

“About ... Are you a same-sex lover?” Syila asked carefully.

“You believe?”

“More to no matter the hell, it's your business and your Lord's, I have no right to judge.” Because Izraa used my greeting to you, so Syila followed suit.

“Come on, tell me, according to your perspective only, I really want to know.” Izraa.

“We're not that close, until my opinion matters, right?”

“Important, very important, for me, your most important assessment.”

“We've only met a few times in the last few months, and then you say something like this? I don't believe that rumor.” Syila felt Izraa getting weird.

“Means earlier you believed dong?” Izraa looked disappointed.

“Why does my opinion seem so important to you?”

Izraa was silent, he who had been sitting upright, now leaning on the bench of rest written his name, he was very professional if he was working, never left the set when he took a break, he said, because he didn't want to be late, so he always sat near the set.

“Hmm, do you know a mental illness called asexual?” Suddenly Izraa connected his chatter, but Syila was stuck again with an article about the lighting technique of filming that he had left.

“What is it? Like Unsocial? anti social?” Syila is just the origin of uniform, because honestly this chat is not interesting at all.

“The rumors are true, I do not like women ... and also men, so the gossip is true but incomplete, I not only do not like women, but also do not like men, so the gossip is true but not complete, I don't have passion for the two genders.”

As soon as Syila laughed out loud, until some people looked at her, she then closed her mouth and controlled the tickling taste in her heart and mind, those words felt like a high-level joke to her.

“You Think it might be funny, but for me, it's a disease. If you want to bother a little, you can prove my point, in this country, there are only 5 sufferers, because this disease is rare and in the world, only 30 sufferers are recorded. Indeed, it is very rare, worse yet, unlike HIV that can be suppressed disease, to extend the life of the patient, my mental illness does not even have such a drug.”

Syila stopped laughing, her smile just turned moody, she felt dizzy, because she was laughing at a really sick person.

“I'm sorry.”

“Only two people know my illness, first, my Doctor, second, you.” Syila, trying to see the seriousness in Izraa's eyes, understand him an Actor, acting is certainly not a difficult thing for him, even Syila had time to think, whether he was being bullied, whether he was being bullied, then suddenly there will be a camera that comes out and says, ‘you got prankkk’. But, of course, this is no joke.

“I never felt the desire for any gender, when I was a teenager, when men my age were passionate, passionate, I don't even know what it's like to fall in love with an ABG and as I grow older, my illness gets worse, in my brain, you're all the same, male or female.

It was all because my brain couldn't identify the desire, finally my whole body was dull, I didn't know what it was like to dream wet, wet dreams, I don't know what it's like to flutter when the person I like is near me and don't know, what it's like to be passionate.”

Syila who was not very concerned, became interested, this is a new thing in her life, someone who is not able to feel the passion of any gender, it's an amazing story idea, but, uh, it's a very interesting story, rather than that, one thing made Syila curious.

“Ok, then why are you telling me this, someone you just met?” Syila ventured to ask, Izraa is really getting weird.

“Because, earlier I saw you open shoes, for prayer, we are one religion, but I hardly ever pray, never at all, not one time, not dawn or Isya.”

“That's also your business with God, not mine, that's not what I ask.”

"You don't get the point Miss, I saw you when you opened your shoes until you were barefoot to ablution, when I saw your feet, I came to know what teenage passion, adult passion and world lust are, I just found out, what it's like, overheating even when the air is this cold, your feet, instantly, are far more potent than all the drugs, he said, your feet instantly made my Doctor's diagnosis wrong and the therapy I've been doing for almost 15 years, was useless.”

“You're crazy!” Syila rewinded her body, out of curiosity, earlier she had leaned her body, in order to hear clearly the actor speaking earlier.

“I think so too, you're driving me crazy.”

“I don't want to talk about this kind of disgusting thing anymore.”

“But I can't, because now, I just know one thing, it turns out that God didn't create only 2 genders, God created 3 genders, first male, then female and lastly, God created 3 genders, Syila, you. You're the sex that makes me know what passion is."

Syila is getting scared, this is new for her, meeting people who have a rare mental illness, this man will definitely not let go just like that, because he feels Syila is the antidote to her rare disease, she said, he must be after Syila, no matter what.

“I have to go, sorry.” Syila left, if she could she wanted to run.

“I'll chase you, wherever you go, believe me, I'm not a quitter!” Izraa shouted, she looked crazy, Syila finally ran, without feeling her tears fall, she felt that she had been verbally abused, she did not expect, she said, The Izraa he desperately defended to be the lead role in his work, would say such a disgusting thing earlier. Syila was really upset, she felt like a cheap girl, because of Izraa's words, she was upset and wanted to leave immediately, as far as possible.

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Author's Note :

This part is a continuation part of Part 1 yes, from now on we are not in a backward groove, but a forward groove, hopefully yes with this part.

Next I will likely have a lot of adult dialogue, so for those who are underage, skip this novel, do not continue. I will not use vulgar words, those of you who have read my entire novel will know that I will try to pack intimate sentences with words more beautiful than vulgar words.

But because this is the genre of adult love, so for those who are underage, look for another novel.

Thank you, happy reading.