Don't Call My Name
Actually I'm Angry

74

“Still sleeping?” ray asked to see Zara, who was still loyal, curled up under the covers.

“I have no fever, anyway?” Zara asked.

First Ray lowered the bag and documents and important items onto the table. Meant to tell Zara to get her to clean up later, because she doesn't know where to keep it. Only then did he approach Zara and sit in front of her. “Why?”

“Not good taste. Kinda cold.” Zara put her blanket back together.

Ray checked it by sticking the back of his hand against the woman's forehead, then nodded. Justifies.

“Soalnya last night when I woke up, the blanket has gone everywhere,” said Zara again.

“Could be, you are also too much in the room with AC.”

“Yeah?”

”Well this room window is open full so the air is fresher.” Ray thinks so because he feels Zara's room feels a little stuffy. Maybe because the owner is too busy or a lot of valuables so it is rarely opened without supervision.

“I also feel that,” turns out Zara thinks the same, “this room has too many items. Should we ask people to redesign this room?”

“Please if you yourself are also uncomfortable,” replied Rayyan, “clean up unused items so that our hisab in the afterlife will not be too heavy.”

“Hmm, so, yes?” Zara looks to consider, “not necessarily now, right?”

“Tomorrow if we go honeymoon. Let's surprise you at home.”

“Alright,” says Zara finally, “continue now we do?”

“Out,” replied Ray, “ask to make soup with people home let your body warmer.”

“I'm lazy to eat vegetables...” Zara complained. He does not like vegetables. Another with fruits.

“Starting now familiarized. If you do not like vegetables, later our children will also imitate your habits.”

“Easy, there will be a cure if malnourished,” replied Zara did not take a headache.

“If it can be natural why should use medicine. All drugs have side effects.”

“Search the herbs, lah,” Zara laughs. Sometimes the woman is still difficult to give up and accept input. Yeah, sometimes. But it's not as bad as before.

“Come, Ra. Don't be lazy.” Ray pulls Zara out of the room, then sits her in the living room on the floor. The two called ART to have him make the food they asked for, as well as to have them open all the windows of his room.

Thirty minutes later, the soup was ripe. Devi drove him back upstairs. The girl looked at the two with a smile that was hard to decipher. I don't know what he's thinking, it must lead to quotes.

“Why smile-smile, Dev?” Zara began to suspect.

“No papa, Non,” us.

“Lying sins, you know!”

Devi instead laughed, “Hopefully forgiven.”

After Devi left, Zara slowly fed the food to her mouth. “It turns out it doesn't feel too bad,” his inner self.

“Where are you from?“ ask Zara to Ray who is focused on staring at his own phone screen. His face was agitated like something was being thought of. “Trongly.”

“Ngosongin apartment,” answer.

“Apartments you have lived with that?”

Ray assented.

“There are some that I moved to Mama's house, there's also got her that I returned.”

Both of Zara's eyes immediately heard that. “Means you guys met?”

“Ngak, Ra. All the goods I send using shipping services. Lala move.” If so, Ray will definitely ask one of them to accompany him, because women are the place to slander.

“So want to see your apartment unit.”

“Nothing interesting,” replied Ray smiled then explained, “just I want to cosongin the unit because I want to sell.”

Zara nodded. After a pause of some time, he again asked, “You really have never had a child, right?”

“If so, surely we told you from the beginning.”

“Yes I'm afraid, you're divorced not long ago. Who knows like most movie screenplays, divorced while pregnant. How many years later, the man only found out that he had a child and his son was grown. From there the story begins again, the man exposes his regrets and struggles to get them back. At the end of the story, they finally reunited again for the love and their child,”, Zara told her experience while still filming often.

Rayyan laughs. This is the result of marrying an actor who is full of film screenplays.

“Our relationship has been stretched since the accident,” said Ray was not looking to cover anything. And indirectly, he also hinted, that in such circumstances, they never mix again.

“Actually that time, I can still fight for it...”.

“But?” zara asked Ray to explain further.

“He didn't treat me well and kept forcing me to remember.”

Ray stared outwards as he remembered the past. That is when Hamidah often forces him to remember things in a rude way. He nodded and shook his body simultaneously. Though at that time, his condition was weak in a wheelchair and still confused like a dazed person.

Ray swore that day was his lowest point in life. Almost every night, he stupefiedly stared at the outer window in despair. I can't figure out why he married such a woman.

Not refusing to forget, Hamidah did always apologize to him. But tomorrow or the day after, this incident must be repeated again and so on similar to the words of baby children who like to renege on promises. For and for this reason that he has no thoughts of keeping it anymore.

“Ray?” call Zara peeling her eyeballs, “I think you know something.”

“I'm sorry about the news that quite cornered you,” said Ray admitted to having learned the news that Zara meant, “saf has brought you to this situation, Ra. I don't know why if in a problem like this .. women are the most blamed.”

“Actually I was angry with him,” said Zara later, “but I once read the words of one of the High Priests, more or less like this: whoever hears a speech he hates and then is silent does not reply, then disconnect from it what he hates, but if he replies to it then he will hear even more things that he hates,”.

Ray rubbed his wife's head. He confirmed the line as well as complement, “He is Abdullah bin Muhammad bin Al-Qadli Abu Syaibah Ibrahim bin ‘Utsman bin Kuwasta. He was a pious priest, the leader of the hafidh, the author of the great books.”

“It turns out you still memorize everything.” Zara smiled proudly. “So the conclusion? We don't have to reply to him, do we?”

“If reply is not allowed, but straightening it is necessary. It's just, if we appear at times like this, the atmosphere even becomes hotter.”

“Well, it's him that I'm considering now.” Zara leaned her head on Rayyan's shoulder.

Before long, the atmosphere turned silent. Zara smiled after reading the situation around, staring at the man next to her as if to say lonely.

The next second, Ray felt a white-skinned hand creeping from his field chest, descending down, then stopping right at the navel. It is not he who stops himself, but he who stops him. “Your hands are very naughty.”

“Masa, anyway? No, ah.” Zara still teases him. Seeing that, Rayyan put both of her hands under Zara's body, then lifted her up and took her to the room.

On the stairs, Devi immediately smothered her mouth so as not to make a sound. Previously, the girl was about to take the mop left behind, but returned again because they did not want to be embarrassed by his sudden arrival.

Oh my God, my eyes are stained!

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Seriate.