Forced to Be an Actor
Sadam Change

If only, Mas Sadam was not in this room room I would have gone to the kitchen to get a drink, I began to feel dehydrated when my husband looked at me with dark eyes - a deep sky out there that was raining so heavily.

“Why don't you reply to what Tasya has done to you,” one more time this man asked me and I can only

bowing your head while gulping down the saliva that seems to have begun to dry in this throat.

“Mbak Tasya, not wrong because I am wrong because it has entered into your life,”, I said with self-knowledge. Maybe these words are a little unfair to me because there is no relationship Tasya ma'am hit me on the grounds of my marriage to Mas Sadam just that I would rather consider this all my fault than to be muddy the situation because of teasers will never have a point, yes that is the suggestion that I caught on the day of the general public, especially the mothers.

“you know very clearly if this all has nothing to do with our marriage,” this man as if he had just read the contents

my liver. “Why don't you fight?” ask Sadam for a second time.

“Because fighting will not solve the problem instead makes me look more wrong.” I said a word that might make this man understand that fighting crime is not the right solution.

At first glance I raised my gaze towards Mas Sadam, I saw that man's forehead was now furrowing in surely he understood what he was doing

I meant just now. But why he hasn't left yet I feel so thirsty and want to go to the kitchen to get some water. Sipping the rest of the saliva in my throat I stared at the empty glass for some reason

I wish the glass was filled to treat my dry throat.

“Wait here,” I immediately looked up at Mas Sadam

the ones that pass away just like that.

Why did he tell me to wait in the room

here, is he mad at me and trying to lock me up in this room? I saw his back begin to vanish behind the tightly shut door. Wanted

once I violated her order to stay in this room, but I also remember if it was not good to break the orders of my husband I decided to lay down while hoping for a dry feeling in the throat

quickly lost when I entered the dreamland, I closed my eyes tightly and then suggested to myself to imagine if I had sipped two glasses of mineral water.

“Drink,” I hear Mas Sadam's voice sneaking in

my imagination, but I was not imagining the man was possible because I was still reminded of his voice until it was unconsciously like hearing it.

“Didn't you thirst, drink,” I started to open my eyes when listening to Mas Sadam's voice for the second time.

Yes, it turns out this is true Mas Sadam. I immediately jerked my body to rise from my sleeping position but I immediately moaned

the pain when my head felt a throbbing pain in the part that hit the edge of the table this morning. Unexpectedly Mas Sadam directly helped me sit down even this man also helped me drink a glass of water

whites. I don't know what this guy is thinking right now, is he starting to feel sorry for me? Or maybe he's starting to think of me as his wife, it's impossible and I don't want to expect too much. After I went back to lying on the bed, Sadam went straight out of the door of this room, but he did not turn off the sacred lights, probably because he knew I was afraid of the dark.

Ina already appears to decorate Bumantara, the color gradation

get up from the sleeping position slowly then enter the bathroom after first cleaning this room room.

I stepped out of the room, but my steps stopped when I passed Mama Elsa. “Sifana, where are you going?” ask the middle-aged woman to me.

“Sifana, if the morning will always make breakfast,”

a sweet smile.

“You are still sick, and the doctor also said yesterday if you have to rest for the next few days,” Mama Elsa said as she rubbed my hair gently with her fingers.

“Ma, Sifana is not pa-pa, besides this has also become a task, Sifana in this house,” connect me again by holding both hands

Mom Elsa. I also gave a look full of confidence if everything would be fine.

“Honey, you are not a servant in this house, you must remember that,” the tag is to me. “you are the second wife of Sadam, daughter-in-law

darling, Mama.” This middle-aged woman spoke with one of her hands gently rubbing my face as if I were her own biological child.

At first glance I saw the shadow of Mbak Tasya coming down from the stairs of this house, but the woman was not alone because there was Mas Sadam in

beside him. My heart was beating faster as our gaze met, for some reason I felt warm in my heart when I remembered Mas Sadam's attention

to me last night, may I consider that a concern because he is my husband even though that man would not acknowledge me as his second wife.

Ms. Tasya and also Mas Sadam stepped closer to Mama, I

directly bowing my head did not dare to look at Mbak Tasya or Mas Sadam, I was looking at Mas Sadam but only lasted one

a second later I decided on that view.

I don't think Mama Elsa told Ms. Tasya to make breakfast, I glanced at the fingernails of Mbak Tasya who seemed to have just been treated to the salon because it looks new and so good, must be expensive as I thought. Ms. Tasya did not answer immediately and I

starting to be curious so that raised the view one second and obviously I saw if Mbak Tasya was staring at Mas Sadam. It is possible that Ms. Tasya begged Mas Sadam to help her escape the kitchen problems.

“Sadam, since marriage you have never tasted cooking, Tasya should not if occasionally a wife

it made food for her husband even if only once,” I heard Mama Elsa as if to convince Mas Sadam to follow her orders.

“Darling, true what Mama said. I also want to feel your cooking,” I immediately round the eyes with the position of the head that is still bowed is not usual Mas Sadam will follow what orders Mama Elsa Actually what is going on? I don't know for sure either.

'Because the teaser will always be wrong. Isn't that so, Mas Sadam?'