Forced to Be an Actor
Why You Are Lying
I was shocked when I heard the sound of lightning
grabbing so tightly, I opened my eyes and saw the figure of someone who was now sitting on a chair in the corner of this room, though I remember very clearly if this room light is on because I never like to sleep in a dark-gulita room or is this dead light? Then what should I do, I tried to rub this eye using both hands but the figure in the corner of this room is still not lost as well. Is that a ghost? But why are there ghosts in this room
but it usually never existed.
My shadow started traveling everywhere I was really scared
once. “Ka-you who?” ask me on a figure that is not clearly visible, whether he is human or not.
Cletarr ... dress .. dress …
Just this first time I was afraid of ghosts, I really wanted to escape from this room but my body seemed paralyzed and could not be compromised. The man stood up from his sitting position and then walked up to me, I could only cover this whole body with a blanket so as not to see his face and I hoped that all this would be quick
it ends. Not forgetting I begged God to save me from any ghost it was called because I had to look after my little Grace.
Now my whole body began to be covered with cold sweat, the pain of the impact wound was not I care, I was really afraid
once to tremble in this blanket but a few minutes later I immediately opened my eyes when I saw the whole room
it's so bright because the lights in this room are on.
“Do I scare you?” there was a familiar voice in my memory. Without hesitation I immediately distanced the blanket that was covering
the face then turned to the origin of the voice
Both of my eyes immediately rounded when I found out if this was Mas Sadam, but why was that man in my room and whether
he was the figure in the corner of the room. I could only fall silent from shock to the point of not even answering her words just now.
and I immediately shook my head to keep away the strange delusion earlier.
“Not bothering,” answered me nervously while sitting down
my body.
“Does your head still feel dizzy?” the man walked up to me with an illegible look. I don't know why I feel
curious about his heart, yes although obviously I know if the man must hate me very much.
“Slightly,” answered me nervously. I bow my head not looking at him.
“Can I sit here?” Mas Sadam was standing next to a chair that happened to be near the bed. Without looking at me
head immediately agreed.
“Why didn't you tell me the truth, Mama and Papa? Shouldn't you be happy because there is a reproach to vilify Tasya.” I heard that accusation regularly spewed from Mas Sadam's lips. I felt that the man was waiting for my answer with his sharp eyes.
To vent the nervous feeling these two hands were holding onto the blanket and I started to feel if both hands were moist. “I do not want if it arrives because of me, Ms. Tasya affected by the anger of Mama and also Papa, because I was wrong to marry a married man,” by knowing myself I said this. Both my hands were holding the blanket I was holding.
"Did Tasya do it often?" I who had been bowed immediately turned my head to see Mas Sadam, did I just misheard where Mas Sadam might doubt Ms Tasya, or was this just my hunch?
"This is the first time" I replied as I lowered my head again. "actually, Ms. Tasya was not wrong because she thought I had complained to Mama about her departure" he told me.
I sipped a bitter salivary, Mas Sadam glanced at the nightstand and there was an empty glass. Yes all day I just lay in bed because Mama Elsa does not let me out of the room even my mother-in-law Sensi who deliver dinner and continue to take care of me until I fall asleep.
'Because I am guilty of marrying a married man. Isn't that so, Mas Sadam?'