Crazy Love of the Actor
Part 25: Naive

Today's meeting, celebrating Izraa's come back, something that makes Syila upset, but also more relieved, although this period will certainly be difficult to miss, but compared to dating Juna, it is not, maybe Izraa is much better, he does not manage Syila like Izraa and his parents, this is what Syila is thinking at the moment.

At least, Syila can calm down first and think about the film being completed soon, until the relationship he and Izraa will be finished as well.

“Ok, we've long break nih Za, you're too much anyway, use ngagetin, you again ngeprank or how?” Bang Aryo the Director asked in the middle of the meeting.

“No, only my terms have been met.” Izraa looked at Syila, the other automatic as well.

“So, what are the terms Syil?” Bang Aryo asked.

“Hah? How's it? That's ...”

“ Anyway I do not want Syila maksa I do acting out of bounds again, now I have the right to do acting according to my ability and feeling.” Izraa answered without being asked.

“Iya, the.” I think that answer is much better than it really is. It seems to be considered a better perfectionist writer, rather than being caught being forced to date.

“Oh, so only Izraa can naklukin Syila, yaudah, now filming must be calmer, yes.” Bang Aryo closed the meeting with the division of the script that has been updated, because the script sometimes needs modification after negotiations with the writer, cast and director.

Syila walked outside, she wanted to go home, when she was in the parking lot, suddenly there was a car approaching her, almost hit.

“Log in!” It turns out that izraa, Syila is very upset, but it is impossible to refuse.

“Can slow down no, anyway? Danger know, if I hit how? Trus die.”

“Yes is impossible.”

“Why is it impossible! The name is an accident, anything can happen, which can be careful to get hit apes, let alone you who are ignorant.”

“No way, because you just agreed to our terms.”

“Yes, no problem, if I die, it means end.”

“Ya, I'm following you.”

“Astagfirullah, don't talk about that. How do you follow? want to bundle you!”

“It's much easier than ...” Izraa did not continue his words.

“Where are we going?” Syila did not care much about Izraa's thoughts, so she was not interested in what Izraa had just said but did not finish.

“Ke apartment, no more work, right?”

“Kok you know I don't have a job anymore? Whose apartment are we going to?”

“One, I know. Kan, I'm your girlfriend. Second, whatever, want my apartment or you, which is comfortable aja.”

“Za, do not macem-macem yes, we have just made it, so do not need to overdo it.”

“For a moment, I just want to stop by, is that excessive? Don't-don't mind your distance, you think I want to do?”

“Za!” Syila hit the shoulder of her new lover.

Before long, Syila's apartment was already visible, they went into the parking lot, after finishing parking, Syila got out herself from the car, Izraa too, there was no romantic phase where the lover opened the door, Izraa said, the two of them did indeed still not feel this relationship was something sweet like that.

Already until her unit, Syila and Izraa entered, Syila felt awkward, never bringing a foreign man other than Juna, Andi and her Brother. Yesterday Izraa just met him awkwardly, especially now that he entered as his lover, there is no feeling that tickles in Syila's heart like a lover who loves, but only an awkward feeling.

“Promise will not macem-macem yes, lu I permit you to stop by because I believe you will not macem-macem.” Syila threatened.

“Lu give me the code so I macem-macem huh? This thought of you should be educated, if I want a macem, when yesterday you came out of the hospital to check, will not be full of relief, definitely cry! But no, right?! All are well preserved!” Izraa looked irritated, Syila finally let Izraa into her apartment.

“Gue if there is no schedule outside, I will be busy writing, I if I have written can forget the time.”

“Ok.” Izraa answered briefly and sat on the sofa, she took out a book from her mini backpack.

“Gue nulis it can be for hours, trus I will forget the same all around.”

“Not a problem, I also read a book that has not been run.”

“Surely no problem?” Syila asked again.

“Hmm.” Izraa got up and went to the kitchen of Syila, a kitchen that was not so big, but quite comfortable.

He opened the closet one by one.

“Search what?” Syila asked, even though she wanted to go to the room, to change clothes more comfortable.

“Glass, haus.”

“It's down, shelf number two from the right, don't take any Tweety cartoon pictures, it's from the fans, only I can drink it.” Syila then returned to the room, changed into a long dress, socks and also a pretty wide bergo hijab, after which she came out.

“Loh! I said don't wear that one! Why even wear that one?” Izraa wears a glass that Syila has said not to wear, because it is from fans, Syila likes it, her fans use paint and paint on the glass, he said to accompany Syila writing, as she wrote, he was careful with the glass.

“Lu do not permit me directly, right? So I lasain indirectly.”

“What the hell!” Syila was upset.

“Indirect kiss, indirect kiss. May I use the glass you use most often or I drink from your mouth directly.”

Syila's heart almost stopped hearing it, honestly this is the first time a man respects her and demeans her, like you've been invited to fly to the sky, as well as being thrown again to earth, very sick. First Izraa was polite, just asking for a drink from the same glass, meaning she did not want to force Syila to share her lips, second, she gave the choice so that Syila would enjoy the moment of touching her lips. That's, right, two contradictory things.

“Pake ... The glass was aja.” Syila then walked to the balcony and sat there, she always wrote on the balcony, the busy scenery of people near her apartment, sometimes making her get brilliant ideas. On the balcony Syila deliberately put a bench and table that is comfortable enough to write, of course with her laptop, not with books.

While Izraa was inside, in the living room in front of the apartment's television, Syila opened the balcony door of her apartment, the AC was not turned on, only the night Syila turned on the AC, Syila said, he said global warming is because people overuse a variety of electronic equipment.

One, two, up to three hours Syila had written the chapters of her novel, she felt sore, the day was also getting late, she finally closed her laptop, she finally closed her laptop, re-enter the apartment and close the connecting doors of the balcony and the interior of the apartment.

As he turned around he was startled, there was a man sleeping on his sofa.

[Oh yes, Izraa, right, again here stop by,] Syila said in her heart. Because she was too immersed in her writing, she forgot that Izraa was still here, Izraa was not as noisy as Juna and Andi, even her sister is still fussy if Syila writes for hours, Izraa does not make a sound at all, until Syila forgets her presence.

While watching Izraa fall asleep, Syila approaches, she just Syila wants to see what book Izraa is reading, the book is on her chest open with the cover facing up, ‘OUTLIERS, malcolm Gladwell’ wrote a good book, in Syila's heart said, as she was about to move. Izraa's plain face magnet made Syila even more eager to see that face more closely, she said, because all this time Syila did not pay too much attention to that face.

He crouched down towards Izraa who was asleep on his couch in a supine position, of course Syila was careful that the owner of the face did not wake up.

[What a handsome man this is, astagfirullah!] Syila woke up in shock, why was she suddenly near Izraa's face and almost holding her face, it was true she said, if only alone, the third demon.

When she finished ablution, Syila came out and prepared to wear mukena.

“Cil.” Izraa called from the front.

“Ya?” Syila replied as she approached the door of the room, because she was ablaze in her room.

“Ngapain you?”

“You are ready to pray magrib, want to be a priest?” Syila asked.

Izraa looked at Syila with a strange look.

“You, you know, I .. never did that.”

“Yes time can not at all, never right, does not mean can not.”

“I never and can't.” Izraa lowered her head, only this time did she see Izraa being so disappointed in her.

“Yaudah, still breathable, right? You can still stand up straight, right? Learning, it's not too late. Yaudah I pray first yes, abis it, I love you my old book about good and correct prayer procedures, obligatory prayers and sunna, ok.” Syila then closed the door and began to pray.

When she was done, she returned to wearing her hijab and looked for the book she had promised to Izraa.

“Nih, fortunately I still keep here, sometimes the sunna prayer likes to forget the procedure, usually if the book is not read, I keep it in this apartment warehouse. You're lucky.”

Izraa picked up the thick enough book.

“But better, if you study religion, there is a teacher, Ustad that way, let's not misunderstand. Want me to know the Ustad I know?” Syila offered help.

“No, I ..”

“Thy? Top stars, really, can't pray.” Syila laughed out loud.

“Funny?” Izraa was upset, Syila then closed her mouth, she did not realize that it had gone too far.

“Sorry. It's not too late, after all, the Ustad that I know, not lemes his mouth, they understand that your image as an artist is important. How?”

“Elu aja that taught me, right, you often pray tuh, time can not ngajarin?”

“It could be, yaudah, but not now yes, tired, you read first, student, after that tomorrow we just start. Lu practiced in front of me, if wrong, I really, if Alfatihah memorized dong? That's the most important verse in salat.”

“Hmm, you know, maybe still.”

“Astagfirullah! already, hafalin first prayer reading today, tomorrow we learn prayer, yes.”

“Ok, dinner first yes, laper.”

“Laper? Yaudah I masakin ya.”

“Can?”

“Can dong, what would you like to eat?”

“What's up, what matters is good.”

“Ok.” She went to the kitchen and started cooking.

After twenty minutes they were already at Syila's apartment dining table.

“Serious?” Izraa pointed at his bowl.

“Why? great, try it first.”

“Yes must be good, people boiled noodles pack eggs same mustard doang!” Izraa was upset, he had imagined when Syila said she could cook, at least she would serve better than just boiled noodles with eggs and mustard.

“Udah eat, many hungry people out there, do not worry much.” Syila started eating.

“Serious our first dinner is just the same mi like this?” Izraa was still upset.

“Hmm, good to have.” Syila smiled, that smile made Izraa finally fall silent and start eating, at least she could see that face, a face that made her feel a deep emotional turmoil.

Is this what people often say is a feeling of love? The word that Izraa still could not find due to confusion, confusion defined the sense that she was currently facing.

Izraa came home after, it was quite a night, Izraa wanted to stay, but of course Syila would not let that happen, too long with Izraa could make it less sane.

After Izraa came home Syila was busy tidying up her apartment, after everything was sorted out, Syila sat on the sofa and picked up her soft cushion, as she held onto the pillow, she slowly kissed the pillow, the fragrance of Izraa was left there, Syila just remembered, Izraa was sleeping on this pillow, for a while she smiled considering the moment Izraa fell asleep, then realized, Izraa, he must not be too immersed in this crazy relationship.

But Syila had thought, Izraa has not arrived at home, this is night, the feeling of worry that she feels is actually natural, for the current Izraa like Juna, a boyfriend who is quite close, Izraa, after a visit to Syila's apartment, Izraa naturally informed her that she had reached home.

[Saying doang dating, the basic principle of dating does not understand, report!] Syila said in her heart, then realized, that this was only a momentary relationship that she was forced to live, so why was she busy thinking about Izraa until it was safe or not.

While Izraa had reached her apartment as well, she took a bath and afterwards tried to sleep, but could not, Syila's face was reflected again.

[For a long time he lifted.] Izraa video calls.

[You think my life is just looking at a cell phone screen?!] Syila actually deliberately delayed receiving Izraa's call, she did not want to be impressed waiting for news from Izraa.

[At least the phone is something very important, right? put it near you, so I can call, you can pick it up!] Izraa protest.

[Loh, it should have been me, it's been over an hour, you didn't tell me when it arrived, uh phone even angry!]

[You waiting for my news?]

[No-no, you're crazy!] Syila was not aware of the fall.

[The magic is that you can correctly tell the time, from when I came home until now. That is, you are waiting for me to give you news.] Izraa smiled cunningly.

[I think it's natural that you've just come from my apartment, then come home, whoever comes to my place, when I go home as soon as I wait for news, whether it's here or not, just like Juna, like, Andi and my brother, nothing special.] Syila denied, Izraa's countenance changed, becoming cold again.

[If the worry is called ordinary and natural, I can accept, Juna your little friend, Andi your cousin and nanny, let alone your sister, you have a blood relation, if I, what do you name me? There's no proper name for your worries, other than a lover's worries, is there?] word for word sounded blasphemous to Syila.

[The name is, the worry of fellow humans, it's the name, it's yes, it's night.] Syila closed the video call connection, she knew, had given an unreasonable reason for her worry, but they both still denied the feeling.