Don't Call Me an Actor
Chapter 6 Asking for Divorce (What's My Wrong?)

As we continued on for dinner, Doni and Nita kept joking around. I was so relieved to see my youngest sister who looked cheerful. There was no sign that he was sick.

Doni and Nita had already walked first towards the fifth leg. Stall sellers rice and fried noodles. I immediately called them. Coincidentally his stall was also quite crowded.

"Sister.the stalls are full" reports Doni. I can also see it clearly.

"We eat somewhere else" I said.

"Where are you eating, brother?" Doni and Nita asked. Mom just smiled looking at us.

"Follow Ana's sister!" I took Mom by the hand, taking her walking towards the 'King Seafood Restaurant'. My mother suddenly stopped her steps. "Why Mak?" Ask me a curious.

"An. It's an expensive restaurant. Find a simple shop!" Mom seemed worried, maybe she was afraid my money was not enough to pay for our meal later.

"No papa, Mom. Just this once, let Doni and Nita taste good food once in a while." I kept convincing Mom.

"Order one serving only An," whispered the mother near my ear. I smiled knot. Today I will make my family enjoy a good meal.

Doni quickly looked for an empty spot. He chose a seat near the fish pond. While I rushed to the cashier to order various kinds of food. Then I went to my family, pretending to invite them to discuss what food we were going to order. Doni insisted, he was eager to eat seafood cap. We finally agreed to agree. It just so happened that the menu was not in my previous order.

After a few moments of waiting, our food finally arrived. There is honey-baked chicken, sweet sour squid, padang seasoning crab, cay cap and four steaming plates of warm rice. There are also various kinds of sambal an lalapan in a small plate - small. When we saw the food coming to our table. Doni and Nita look - look. They must be confused, how can the waitress serve food that we did not order? Nita took the initiative to ask the waitress.

"Mas ..this is not our ordered food. What's wrong with the table?"

"No, it was his brother who ordered," said the waiter pointed his thumb at me. Compact Mom, Nita and Doni were staring at me.

"The truth, sister Ana ordered all this food?" Ask Doni curiously.

"Yes, tonight we eat fancy. We enjoy it with thanksgiving, yes" I said as I asked them to pray.

"Amen..." Doni excitedly ended the meal prayer immediately. Apparently he could not wait to immediately enjoy all the dishes on the table. We laughed at Doni's adorable behavior. He was so happy to enjoy his food. Nita is no less exciting. It helps open the crab shells for Doni.

Tonight we were very satisfied with our super-luxury dinner. I began to imagine, if only I had a lot of money. The first thing I want to do is buy a decent house for my family. Second, I would love to take my family on an excursion, to Monas, Ancol, Mall and Bali.

We came home with happy hearts. Stomach full and very satisfied.

"Sir Ana just rose through the ranks huh?" Apparently Doni was very curious. Because indeed, I never once invited to eat out if it did not coincide because of payday. It was just eating fried rice or fried noodles for the four of us.

"We ate a fancy meal today because it just so happened that sister Ana just got windfall," I tried to give an answer to my critical brother Doni. Hopefully he does not ask questions like that will make Mother become suspicious.

Until home, Nita immediately kept the roasted chicken honey and closed hood serve. I just smiled at Nita's behavior.

"Don't forget to brush your teeth before going to bed!" I said, reminding Nita and Doni. They immediately rushed to the bathroom.

When I checked the bag, I suddenly remembered the message Deni, assistant to Mr. Angga. Guilt instantly haunted me. How could I forget? I'll check out Mr. Angga's smartphone. There were twenty missed calls.

I immediately called back. Not long before the answer was heard from across the street.

"This is the first warning.. Don't ignore my call!!!" The impact of Mr. Angga auto shrinks my guts. Mr. Angga decided on my call. Sontak irritates me. You freak, cook doesn't want to hear my explanation first? A little upset, I opened the message Mr. Angga sent to me. There are four messages.

First message: "Thank you !!!"

Second message: "Thank you !!!"

Message three: "Thank you !!!"

Message four: "Thank you !!!"

What do you try to mean? His call was just to give SP. Sms just said it like that. People are really less sane. If there is something important, at least it can be written in the message. But these? Missed calls up to twenty calls. Anxiety mixed with fear as well. After pondering for a while, I decided I should call her to apologize. Rather than later, if he was upset with me, I could have been reported back and imprisoned.

I called Mr. Angga's no Hp. In my contact I wrote My Darling's name. A little ticklish me. People all over and as cold as the North Pole there is a side of his alay as well. When my call was received by Mr. Angga, my tongue was suddenly twisted. My brain is frozen. Not a word can come out of my lips. I heard my phone call, disconnected by her. Just when my memory comes back, I have to apologize to her.

drrtt.

"Hello. If you don't talk, I'll turn off the phone." Still with emotion, Mr. Angga answered my phone.

"Hello My Darling, I'm sorry. Our family had dinner outside. Hp left at home. So don't know if my Darling telephon. Doni had been sick, maybe because of the morning had not eaten. So tonight my family purposely invited me to dinner. All day long they don't eat right. Darling's eating?"

Forgive me, I became too much into my role as the mistress of Mr. Angga. What if he gets caught by his wife? Forgive me. I could have my skin on her skin.

So why did I forget to ask Mr. Angga's status to his assistant huh? Is he single or does he have a wife? I should have found out as much about Mr. Angga as his wife. So that I can be vigilant and avoid Mr. Angga's wife. So that this incident this afternoon I no longer experience. The more I think, the more complicated my brain feels. Ah .. Stupid timing. Before getting caught by his wife, I had to use the Credit card given by Mr. Angga. If you need to drain it until it runs out.

"Honey I haven't eaten. Can you cook? Cook me now!" Mr. Angga's voice sounded like a child who was sulking asking to buy a toy. My ears are eror.

"Honey, you're gonna let me starve?" The proposal of Mr. Angga is becoming clearer.

Haduh... how is this? It's late at night. What is my reason for Mom? "Let's think.. think Ana..." I murmured in my heart.