Don't Call Me an Actor
Chapter 1 Suspicion of Nafa

Never demean others. Because not necessarily when you are faced with the same conditions as him, you are better than him!??....

"Basic pelakor... An odd woman... shameless...! Thief of men's husbands... Young people are like demons. It should be spit... I killed you!"

A middle-aged woman shouted - yelling at me. Showing my face. I seem so despicable in front of him. Or maybe there's dirt on my face? I refrained from getting emotional. The middle-aged woman of my mother's age just kept getting sick. I waited until he was exhausted, and fell silent after being tired of throwing away his words of mutiny.

Turns out I was wrong. My stupidity makes it even more violent. He lunged at me. Pulling my long hair. Of all, the most painful when he buried a nail as sharp as his tiger claw on my face. My smooth cheeks were scratched deep. Not only does it feel painful, what if my beautiful face becomes ugly because of the wound?

Even though until I was almost thirty years old, I was single. I don't know where my soul mate is. My fate is less fortunate. Even though when viewed from the body and face is not very ugly. Can be equated with the famous artist Via Valen.

But strangely no single man has shot me. There are striped-nose men. Already married. She wants to make me a mistress. Amit-Amit, I haven't given up hope. I still remember the message of my late grandmother.

'The woman should not like the husband of the person, look for the virgin or the widower. Stealing people's husbands won't make you happy'

The advice of the late grandmother was the one that had been my mantra to reject the men of odd, unfaithful husbands.

Mak Lampir's scratch scar left a pain. My heart is also painful. How not, all this time I refrained from eating meatballs for months and also went to the office on foot, for the sake of routine facial care at my salon subscription.

Each month should set aside five hundred thousand to go to the salon. While my salary as an office girl is only two million and five hundred. Gotta deposit it to Mum's one million five hundred. To help pay for the rent also eat us everyday.

Mom's just a traveling washerman. Not much income is earned. While there are still two of my sisters who need to charge, it is currently fifth grade school and second grade Elementary. There are still five hundred left, that's my mandatory savings. I had aspirations to credit the KPR house without Mom's knowledge. At least in his old age, Mum can calmly live in her own home.

We were not this bad. We had a small house, but it was sold to pay for treatment. I had an accident as an angkot driver. Hit a drunk pedestrian and when his attempt failed to dodge. The gaffer crashed into a street vendor and ended up upside down hitting the pavement.

The boss doesn't care. Even ask for compensation for angkot damage. All my college prep savings are over. Even the house sold all to compensate for damage to the angkot and cart hit by the father. It turns out that because of his many thoughts, making the father's condition worse until he died.

My daydream was interrupted when the grandmother dropped by shouted to my surprise.

"Based on lady ja*ang !" The grandmother dropped by again attacked me.

"Your face looks innocent but your heart is rotten .. Here let me destroy it. lest you do any more!"

Screeching the attached mother instantly made me alert. No. I don't want to get my face broken. My soul mate may not recognize me when we meet. My reflexes dodged, and tried to stay away from the attached grandmother. My patience is over.

"Mom. But Mom attacked me like this. Don't call me an actor. I didn't take your husband. If you dare to approach me or attack me again. I'm not gonna let it. I must've thrown this glass in mom's face!"

Threaten me while raising the glass high in my hand. Granny was unpredictable in my mind. Not afraid of my threats. He was getting closer trying to attack me again.

I became upset. I threw the glass just as it was pointing above his head. 'Pyar...'

"Oh...!" a man's voice sounded. I didn't get to see it. Grandma dropped by made me run for a run - a pinch. I'm trying to stay away from him.

It's possible that the attached grandmother is possessed. I really need to get away from her. Than my crushed face clawed at later. I was thinking about leaving the restaurant. But my steps stopped when I heard the attached grandmother screaming.

"Take off.leave off." I finally breathed a sigh of relief when I saw the attached grandmother caught the restaurant's security. But not long after that there were firm hands holding my shoulders.

"What is this.. Why am I also arrested?" Ask me confused. When I saw my hand on the forced drag of a burly man in a black uniform. The man dragging me didn't give me the slightest answer, leaving me terrified. He pulled me out of the restaurant.

Many eyes looked at me. The restaurant customers threw derided looks. "Is that what I am?" I murmured in my heart. Unable to endure the shame that instantly plagued me. I continued to be dragged until the parking lot.

"Get in.." forcibly the burly man pushed me into a black car.

"What'sthis? you kidnapped me? Unhand me! I'm gonna scream you kidnapped me...!"

I tried to threaten the burly man. I am afraid of dying. The man's grip tightened further making my wrist pain. Even if I complained of pain, the kidnapper even deliberately twisted my hand. Truly arrogant man, making me spread the oath in my heart.

"Look in...! Or do you want me to pe*kosa?" The threat of the burly man really made me flinch. I finally got into the car with a heart of was-wasting. There was a man in the same uniform waiting for me in the car.

"Oh Allah, protect me." My prayer in my heart. Don't-don't this is Grandma's man attached. Assigned to arrest and persecute me. My hair sat up immediately standing up.

What happens when I die? How are you going, Nita and Doni? Who will help them earn a living? How are Nita and Doni's schools? I don't want to die. I should try to escape? How-to?

The black car that was driving me was going very fast. It's impossible if I jump out. It could be a blow to another car. Not long ago the black car I was driving slowed down in front of the police station.

"Well.a good opportunity. I'll scream for help the police will hear my screams and I'll survive my kidnapper." I smiled at my perfect plan.