Don't Call Me an Actor
Chapter 3 Disassembled

I'm watching him closely. Do I know him? It turned out that the face of that beautiful man was not in my memory. But when observing it more closely there is a bandage attached to the temple. Don't-don't this guy got hit by my glass last day. My heart beats hard. Given the police's message that only this man can release me from police custody.

I spontaneously sat down. I should be able to be nice. As much as possible put forward a negotiation on her.

"Sir... were you Mr. Angga Lesmana who was hit by a glass earlier this afternoon?"

I try to ask with a very careful. Trying not to offend or anger her. The cold smile The handsome man in front of me seemed to be suffocating my airway. His aura issued a clear threat without being covered up. Although his face is very handsome like Al Gazhali famous singer and artist. But in my eyes this time is more like an executioner. Instantly there was a stream of cold air enveloping my skin. Makes me cringe.

"Yes... You deliberately throw a glass at my head?" Mr. Angga threw a question back at me. It was like being able to be snapped from Mr. Komar, the famous Chemistry teacher killer in my school.

"E. not Sir. Sa.. I don't want to. ja." With great difficulty I tried to finish the answer that was stuck in my throat.

"You said it wasn't intentional? I have evidence of CCTV footage as well as several witnesses who were with me at the restaurant. I don't need to ask for an explanation from you. This case has been handled by the police. Waiting for the trial. Even I can speed things up, and I can see you get a sentence of three years in prison."

The man's words were like a truck tire explosion. Although not the first to hear it, it still gives a tremendous shock effect. I could only gawk, my tears flowing. In my mind I had imagined how it would be if I got to jail.

Without thinking I jumped out of bed. I immediately knelt in front of him.

"Sir.pardon my mistake. Don't punish me sir. How will my mom and my sister when I get to jail. Who makes a living for them. Sorry to you, sir... Whatever you want I will definitely do as long as you do not imprison me..

hyx." I could only cry without daring to look at Lord Angga.

"So ... do you want to be let go?" Ask Mr. Angga flat.

"Yes... Sir. forgive me, release me..." I was ceaselessly caving. Expect forgiveness from Mr. Angga.

"It's not that hard to let go of you. But you have to compensate for all the losses I have suffered: wound care, wound recovery surgery, as well as the tender I failed to get due to this incident. Total is 2.5 M. What did you pay for it with?"

Instantly I looked up at Master Angga with a look of disbelief. Mr Angga lost that much just because he had to throw a glass? I really can't believe it.

"You must be counting. Even if all your salary you give me, even to death you can not pay it off. Aye right?"

Ask Mr. Angga sarcasm. Really the arrogance of the rich man that makes me feel like I'm on the dribble to the bottom of the earth. I want to fight. But I realized that until I did, I could really be in jail.

"I will release you but on one condition: whenever I need you you must be ready!"

"A... What does Mister mean?" Ask me gamang. Don't-don't Mr Angga will make me a call woman? Oh, my God, I'm really stupid. How'this? Indirectly I have been made his slave.

"You mind?" Ask Mr. Angga again.

"Ehm... What is my duty?" I asked her if she was confused about choosing the right words.

"Yes the mistress' job. Become an actor!!! Not according to your current profession?" Lord Angga threw a sharp look. His lips were pulled up forming a perverted grin. Mr. Angga's scathing words really disturbed my self-esteem.

"Master. I've never taken a man what else to be a mistress!"

I held back the anger with all my might. Every intonation I really control so as not to sound angry. Makes my face feel hot. This man is so cruel to accuse me of that. If only it wasn't for my freedom from the bars, I would be throwing chairs or if I needed a hospital bed to hit him in the head. My one goal is making her amnesia. In soap operas often I see people who are bent or hit his head immediately forget the memory. Who knows if I could make it to Mr. Angga. My crazy plans were interrupted by Mr. Angga's words.

"I know you're not a liar. You're not a mistress either." Mr. Angga's words relieved me a little. But his next words shook me greatly.

"I know you're neither a lackey nor a mistress. I also know two more months even thirty years. Your status is still single until now. Haha... Don't you don't do it?"

Master Angga's insults instantly dropped my pride. Why is he so evil saying I don't practice? Even though it's true. But at least there's no need to bluntly insult me. My heart aches, like slashed sembilu and splashed vinegar. So sad.

"I'll help you. Make you a mistress. You're happy right now?? At least when you are close to me, you will automatically become famous. Even when you throw me out, many will pick up my scars."

The words of the circus master Angga provoked my emotions. I can't hold back my emotions anymore. I want to throw a pillow in his arrogant face. But the fear of the prison threat made me have to think a hundred times to put up a fight against Mr. Angga.

"Hows it? You want to accept my offer?" Ask Mr. Angga impatiently.

I'm so confused. How'this? Which one did I choose? Both options are equally heavy. So the imprisoned inmate is behind bars. Or so a mistress who might be able to live a luxurious life but so the insults of people for life?

I took a deep breath, hoping that my decision would not be regretted in the future. I am strong enough to give an answer to Mr. Angga.

I'm nodding. "I'm ready." I really am resigned to the fate I have to face.