Don't Call Me an Actor
The Troubles at Delia Boutique

It feels like a dream. Today I am suddenly married. Not siri's marriage. But the official wedding of KUA. My heart is very happy. Mr. Angga, really keep his word. Though only yesterday night I asked to marry even if only siri marriage.

It's lucky my fate, today I'm officially married to her. A gift I didn't expect at all. But our marriage was not attended by a single person from the Angga master family. I refrained from asking him. I think it's better to wait for Mr. Angga to tell him himself.

"Honey.. today you are so beautiful, thank you for being my bride." Mr. Angga went along to lay his body beside me.

"I have to thank you, Darling has helped us a lot. I'm also very happy, because Darling has also given me a clear status. Thanks a lot."

"Oh yeah Darling... Is this your house?" Ask me to switch the conversation.

"No, but it's our house that we're staying in with our kids later." Mr. Angga's reply made me happy.

"Honey.. are you happy?" Ask Mr. Angga while hugging me tightly.

"Yes. darling, I'm happy." I said really. I tilted my body facing Mr. Angga. Mr. Angga's hand went down my face. Caressing my cheeks and lips. Giving a gentle touch that deliberately teased me.

"Honey. You're the only woman I've married." Mr. Angga's confession surprised me.

"really?" Ask me to doubt. "So I'm not a laser? Not a mistress?" Ask me enthusiastically.

"You're my martyr wife, you're not an actor, but you're still going to be my mistress?" I clasped Mr. Angga's hand stopping him from continuing to wander my face which made me amused.

"What does Darling mean, say that I'm still a mistress?" Ask me not to understand.

"I had a possessive mother, she was overprotective. A year ago I got engaged to a woman I've been dating quietly for five years. When the engagement took place, mom came and messed up. The engagement failed to fall apart. Train is very angry at me. He didn't give me a chance to fix it. He just left me. Last time I heard she was engaged. I feel betrayed. Two of the closest women in my life hurt my heart."

There was a drop of tears coming out from the end of Mr. Angga's eyes. I was so excited to hear his story.

"At first my intention of forcing you to become my mistress was to avenge my mother. By marrying an actor, my mother will be disappointed. But after I know the background of your life is clean, also how heavy the life you live is very heavy. I'm so impressed with you. And I can't possibly make you my instrument of revenge on mama."

Angga said honestly. It made me feel sorry for him instantly.

I ventured to cupping both cheeks of Mr. Angga.

"Darling, there's no mother who's cheating on her child. Maybe there's a point behind everything my mom has done to you. We must try to remain devoted to him. Because after all she's the woman who gave birth to you." I said try to comfort Mr. Angga.

"I didn't choose you wrong as a wife. Can honey do one thing?" He asked pleading, making me crumble and nod my head.

"For a while let our relationship be a secret. Honey can pretend to be a mistress? At least until we have a child. And when our son is born I'll take you to mama. Hopefully his grandson will be able to melt the heart of mama." Said Mr. Angga expectantly.

"Yes Darling, I'll do it for our happiness." Answer me.

"Honey. You may doubt me, but frankly... I've fallen in love with you. Honey I love you." said Mr. Angga as he kissed my forehead.

I can't believe, when I was almost thirty years old I was met with my soul mate. In just a matter of hours, our hearts can be fused. Like a magnet pulling iron. That's my love story.

It doesn't matter how different our backgrounds are. The funny thing is that not when my face is smooth salon treatment results, I meet my soul mate. Even when my face was scratched by the clenched mak attached, Alloh met me with Angga Lesmana, who became my husband now. I immediately felt my face, just remembered the claw of the attached mak.

"Your face is smooth, the doctor gave you treatment when you fainted." Angga said as she placed her hot kiss on my lips.

Tonight, it's a night of unification for us. Angga is really mighty in bed. He managed to break my virginity. At first it was painful but as time went on our union became a pleasure. Until a few times we did it until it did not feel like the day was approaching morning.

The sun has begun to beam its beams of light through the room curtain. I blinked and immediately woke up. I can't believe I woke up today. I got out of bed and went to the bathroom. Yet...

"Ohhhhh." My lower body felt a pain. Our love effect all night. Angga woke up hearing me.

"Honey... why? Does it hurt?" Her question came straight to me.

"Yes..it hurts so much." I said while shedding tears. Without asking, Angga immediately took me to the bathroom. He sat me in closed. While he was busy filling the bath with warm water and soap.

"Submerse yourself in order to ease your pain." Angga dyed my forehead unfortunately.

"I took a shower in the next room. Later if Honey finishes, just call me. The door is not locked.!" strict orders.

"Yes Darling, thank you."

I immediately undressed my thin nightgown, when Angga had already come out of the bathroom. I'll soak in it soon. It feels so comfortable. The tiredness and pain I felt just now began to disappear. It was so soothing when I closed my eyes. Unconsciously I fell asleep. When I opened my eyes, I was in bed. My body is also covered in a nightgown.

"Honey woke up, you fell asleep in the bathup. Fortunately, the door was not locked. This is a drink first..." Angga said while thrusting a glass of warm milk into my hand.

"Darling.I'm sorry I'm troubling you." My words are full of regret.

"No Honey, I'm glad to help you. What breakfast do you want? I've brought you toast with chicken porridge." Angga offered me breakfast. I feel like a queen. Served by a handsome man. Makes me flattered.

"Darling. I should serve you." I said I felt guilty.

"Grandfather ... You are still weak. So today I'm going to serve you." Said Angga softly.

Makes me very happy. My husband is so good as an angel. I was amazed at him. My first impression of Angga was inversely proportional. Two days ago I knew Angga as an arrogant, evil and threatening master. But today, Angga has become my husband, very gentle and caring.

'Pyar...' There was a sound of broken stuff coming from the front of the room.

"What's that sound?" Ask us together.