Don't Call Me an Actor
Meet Mas Raka Again

"Don't... Darling please don't do that. Didn't Darling just say we should get going? Don't let us be late." Refuse me smooth, so that Mr. Angga does not darken the eyes. And finally wasting time. How about Mr. Angga take me back to making out. Thinking about it makes me feel wrong. My blood instantly rippled, channeling the desire to feel back the incredible sensation with Lord Angga. I immediately dismissed my dirty thoughts. Mr. Angga said that we were too late to attend the event. What if the event is important? And the edges I guess later will be blamed.

Mr. Angga kept walking towards me, he brought something. A black velvet covered jewelry box. He handed the box to me. I asked in my heart, I have not had a birthday. Why did he give me a gift? Without asking I accepted it. Because I thought, maybe it's a rich man's habit, giving gifts whenever he wants.

When I opened the box, I was shocked. The contents of the box made me stupefied. Inside is a set of diamond jewelry: Necklaces, bracelets and earrings decorated with sparkling diamonds. Although I have never bought jewelry, I can estimate the price of jewelry must be hundreds of millions.

"Here I help you wear!" Mr. Angga offered his help. He immediately took a necklace from the box and put it around my neck.

"Is this jewelry all for me?" Ask me with excitement. I have never worn real jewelry. And only this time I get a jewelry gift that is so beautiful with diamonds as a decoration. I feel like a very privileged woman, Mr. Angga. Earrings and bracelets all I wear. Looks elegant and luxurious. I smiled to see my reflection looked so classy.

"Yes.to you. Is it less?" Ask Mr. Angga to tease me. While tasting my friendly neck.

"Ti. This is more than enough. Darling. thank you so much." My word is sincere.

"Thank you I can't give now. I want you to be able to thank me later tonight by doing something" said Mr. Angga with a sly smile. I just hope that Mr. Angga's request is not something strange.

"Here you go. Come on, let's get out." Mr. Angga dragged my hands impatiently.

"Darling, I don't have shoes on yet." I said, pulling his hand back. I managed to pick up the high heel-studded silver boots. Mr. Angga is impatient again. He lifted me up and carried a bridal style. I am ashamed when I see people. Luckily the Twenty-fifth floor, where our room was located was very quiet. No one has come across me. To make me breathe a sigh of relief.

Upon arrival in the elevator, Mr. Angga still maintained his sling. But I forced it down. I have to wear my shoes, so that later in the lobby of Mr. Angga no longer need to carry me. When we arrived at the lobby, many pairs of bright eyes were staring at us. There are also those who do not hesitate to take photos of us with his camera hp.

Those people must be underworked for what to take my photos? Or maybe they took a photo of Mr Angga who incidentally is a wealthy businessman? I immediately offset Mr. Angga's progressing faster. It feels really complicated to walk fast because of the skirt I wear model sepan long.

Also on the way out. In front of the hotel Deni was waiting next to his car. He greeted us with a warm smile. When he intended to open the door, Mr. Angga refused.

Mr. Angga himself opened the door of his luxury car for me. I felt very flattered at her sweet attitude. The car had only one seat for passengers. I sat down close to the window.

Without me noticing the brocade kebaya I was wearing the top button was open. Until the mound on my chest was clearly plastered. I only realized when Mr. Angga threw a passionate glance as he looked at my chest. Reflek immediately I close my chest, and I fix the button that is not attached. I am so ashamed of Mr. Angga. Not daring to look at him. I choose to look away at the city view from behind the car glass.

Mr. Angga's hand gripped my fingers tightly. "Honey. Promise me you'll be my loyal wife, and love me for who I am." Said slowly.

I just gave him a pias smile. How not, I'm not that lucky woman. I could be an official wife. Because of his reality, Mr. Angga already has a wife.

Mr. Angga's hands felt cold. I also tried to warm it up. By holding it tighter. Hope to channel comfort to her. I don't think, where are we going? It seems like the event we are going to attend is very important, because Mr. Angga looks nervous. After that, we fell silent in silence.

Half an hour later we arrived at a beautiful house. Deni stopped his car at the entrance of the house.

When we step into the house. There were waiting for some people, there were also my mother and two sisters. Makes me more confused. Mom smiled happily, she immediately grabbed me and told me to sit down.

"What is this, Mom?" I whispered to the mother sitting behind me.

"Ssttt... calm down you will know An." replied the mother also in a whisper.

Mr. Angga also sat near me. Mother suddenly put a veil on me and Mr. Angga. Whatisthis? I still don't understand what's really going on? But when Mr. Angga delivered the khobul hijab, my heart was pounding violently. My tears are flowing. After finishing, the ruler recited his prayer. I spontaneously turned to Mom hoping to get an answer from her.

Mom just nodded. As if saying whatever I think is true there is. I was even more stunned when pak pengulu handed us two marriage books. Really this? Am I really married? Questions that make me more confused. Can't this be just a dream? I pinched my hand, it hurt.

Mr. Angga raised his hand. I'm rattled. From behind my mother whispered me to kiss Mr. Angga's hand. I obey.

Everyone present, got up and greeted us both in congratulations. In less than half an hour we became legal husbands and wives.

The event closed with a very luxurious dinner. It looks like it was ordered from a famous restaurant. I can only eat a little. It felt like this was a surprise that had left me in great shock.

My mother came up to me, and gave me some words.

"Ana.. You have become the wife of Mr. Angga, be a good wife, who will always serve her husband with joy, and most importantly, you must be able to bring happiness in your household."

My mother hugged me tightly, as if we were going apart. My tears were spilled by the happiness and sadness that came together.

The show is over. Invitational guests who haven't been home for a long time. Only the nuclear family remains. My mother and sister went home. I haven't asked them where they're going home yet. But I suspect, my mother and sisters must have returned to the hotel. As Deni said this morning. Our new home is still being renovated.

It was so hard when my mom and my sister came home. It feels like being left far away. Lord Angga knows my sorrow.

"Udah Honey. tomorrow will be able to meet again with mother," comfort Mr. Angga while hugging my waist.

"Darling...re we really married?" I turned my head and tried to find honesty in the eyes of Mr. Angga.

"Honey.. You don't believe we're married yet? Let's check inside." Said Mr. Angga immediately grabbed me in a sling ala bridal style. He took me to the main room. I just resigned in his sling. However, I belong to Mr. Angga officially.

When he got to the door, Mr. Angga had trouble opening the door but he did not want to lower me from his sling. I helped him open the door. Beds in ornaments with a sprinkling of heart-red roses. It also smells of a very fresh room. Several flower arrangements decorate the corners of the room, adding to the romantic impression.

Mr. Angga very carefully put me on the bed.