Don't Call Me an Actor
Go home

When I came out of the toilet, I was surprised to see Angga standing right in front of the toilet door.

"Darling... Have you been waiting here for a long time?" Ask me astonishment, the existence of Angga in the women's toilet.

Angga smiled strangely, a smile of compulsion that seemed to hold the anger he was temporarily holding. To then explode the overflowing anger. Angga remained silent, only throwing a gaze that seemed to judge me.

Angga approached and immediately locked me with his sturdy body. "Well, who's the guy who was chasing you?"

I didn't expect at all that Angga had seen me talking to Rio. Instantly I felt that Angga had been jealous of Rio?

"Rio. my old high school friend." Answer me honestly.

"Angga... This is a public place, if anyone catches us how? It'll make it hard for us later." I tried to push Angga away from me. Just to keep the possibility that someone suddenly came to catch us.

"Hey.remember you're my wife. Why don't you want me to touch it? While you were making out with another guy? Are you planning an affair behind my back?" Angga with sarcasm. While trying to find a chance to kiss me.

Angga's words make my ears hot. "Darling, I don't want to talk about this. It's up to Darling to believe it or not!" I said, looking away from her kiss.

"I don't want anyone to look at you, okay... Now you're out of the company! If you don't want to resign, I'll fire you myself!" Angga braked his anger. His eyes flashed with anger.

"Yes, I better go out and lock myself up forever in my room. You satisfied?" Ask him to challenge him.

Tears seeped out from both corners of my eyes. I didn't expect Angga to be so possessive of me. At first I imagined our marriage to be a start to happiness. But when Angga showed his possessive true face, it immediately made me realize that the happiness I dreamed of was slowly moving away from me.

"Let's go home now!!!" Angga immediately pulled my hand. I wasn't ready yet, making my body instantly attracted by force.

Along the way Angga continued to kiss me. He did not care about Deni the driver who had been stealing from the rearview mirror. I was so tormented, Angga treated me like a doll. He continues to kiss me, even though I don't want to. I was still angry at him, but he didn't seem to care about my feelings.

"Please stop...!!!" My protest that he doesn't care about.

Arriving home, Angga immediately dragged me to the room. But it didn't stop there, he took me straight to the bathroom. Plunge me into a bath full of water. Angga stuck me still with my full work shirt. Instantly I gasped and coughed, driving the choking water into my throat.

"This is to erase the trace of your cheating man, I don't want my woman to be touched by any man!" He shouted as he continued to immerse my head back in the bathup. Angga's jealousy is completely blind. Even though I was running out of air, he kept putting my head in the water.

I just stopped and refrained from crying. Angga broke me apart. All my pride in him evaporated just like that. The person in front of me is no more like a mental person. I regret whether I was destined to never feel loved. My chest feels tight from sadness.

Oh my God, I don't want to be the victim of the crazy man in front of me. I had to run away from her. Before I was made monthly and ended up in a burrow.

Instantly flashing in my mind, what about my mother and two sisters? Are they okay? Don't-don't they be held captive by Angga somewhere?

I shiver at the cruelty of Angga. I know, there'll never be a gap for me to escape from her. But I have to try. It is better to fail than to die from giving up. That's my throat. I will survive and continue to endure. Until I escaped the snare of a monster called Angga.

"Female pe*acur.... You're aware of your mistake, huh....?!! Never cheat on me. Because I will punish you to the point of being deterred!"

I tried to struggle with all my might. Trying to escape from the clutches of Angga's hand that pressed firmly my head. My efforts were in vain because in reality I lost strongly to him.

I kept holding my hand on the edge of the bath, because this was my only chance at survival. Every time the pressure of Angga's hand loosened, all my might pushed my head up to the surface of the water to take a breath. I continue to support every breath I can still get. I don't know how much longer I can hold on.

Angga's anger was so explosive, he just kept drowning my head. The air in my lungs was drained away, until my chest felt congested.

Countless amount of soapy water got sucked in and choked in my lungs. I cried out in my heart "Lord I can no longer!" my hands flailing trying to find a grip there. I don't want to die. I have to live for my mom and my sisters.

My body suddenly felt light. I floated, until my body seemed to fly. Flying is getting higher. My body flew up to the clouds. There was only a white cloud. Am I dead already? Where am I now? Ask me confused. I turned my head to the right, and left there was nothing but a white cloud in sight.

Arriving from within the clouds, appeared the figure of a man.

"Mr...!" I am excited with a feeling of excitement. My father was standing right in front of me. He smiled warmly, his face bright, twinkling with happiness.

Father is not dead. Why can I see it? Does this mean I'm dead too? My heart is possessed by an overwhelming anxiety. But when I saw the father with his face that was shady and full of peace, made me want to be with him. I don't want to be tortured by Angga, the man I just loved. Suddenly become a psychopath crazy because of jealousy.

"Mr.... Ana wants to come with me. Take me Sir!"

He smiled warmly. "It's not yet time for An... You have to fight for your love, son." He turned and left me.

"Father.... Mr.... !" My screams are not ignored, Father. He kept passing away.

I ran to try to catch up with you, but you were getting away.