Forced to Be an Actor
Where We're Going

Me and Mas Sadam were sitting at a table in the corner of the restaurant. I stared at the transparent glass that was

the view of nature out there, there is a fountain as high as 10 meters and below it there is a pool of water that houses the fountain, there is a flower garden also looks very beautiful. This is the first time I've eaten at a restaurant

fancy, I feel uncomfortable maybe because I'm used to eating on the side of the road. I turned my gaze around this restaurant, from our seats, and,

all the things that were in this room were swept away clearly by the bead of my eyes. A young man walked up to us with a menu book

the food in this restaurant, the man gave me a menu and I received it with a faint smile even the waiter replied

no less friendly.

“Ahem,” my views are directly drawn towards Mas Sadam who

just then, the man stared at the sharp waiter of the restaurant. Is

maybe Mas Sadam was jealous to see that guy smiling at me? Ach, this is ridiculous where maybe my husband feels jealous of me while he never has any feelings for me. I thumped my lips while removing that stupid thought from this mind.

“Honey, you want to order what food?” yeah, that's the call

Mas Sadam to me now ‘sayang’ the man has said it the second time the first in the car earlier.

“Shortly, Mas Sadam. I will open the menu list

in the past,” sahutku while looking at any food in this restaurant. Both of my eyes immediately faded full when I found out the price of food is very expensive, I rubbed my eyes may be wrong to see the nominal but these numbers do not change as well.

“Honey, what if I order for you lunch,”

I raised my gaze to look at Mas Sadam while nodding my head slowly.

It seems like the man knows that I am now in shock to see the price. The man's waiter immediately left when he found out what menu we ordered. Mas Sadam stared at my finger, I don't know what the man was thinking. I directly pulled my hand from the table then put it under the table so as not to be seen by him and I secretly observed my fingernails are dirty until Mas Sadam noticed my fingers like this? But my fingernails are clean because after cooking and also cleaning the house I immediately clean these nails because of me

the kind of woman who likes cleanliness.

“Honey, may I ask you something?” I immediately raised my eyes to see Mas Sadam.

“Ya, just say,” sahutku fast.

“What did I say when I was drunk?” asked the man with a curious look.

“Should I speak honestly?” I saw the man nod his head. “Mas Sadam said if you actually know that Ms. Tasya,” my speech immediately stopped when I saw a man

the stranger just entered through the main door of this restaurant, yes it was the Son-man who I believe has a relationship with Ms. Tasya, but the man is now with another woman and if you look at the two like having a serious relationship, even occasionally the woman pinches her cheeks, The sons I suspect have ties to Ms Tasya while the man himself increasingly hugs his hand on one of the woman's waist as he continues to step up.

I distracted myself when the waiter put our order on the table. I saw Mas Sadam who was now diverting

his gaze was from the Son and looked at me with an illegible gaze. I bow my head in fear, will the man come back angry with me or will he still think that the Son knows me? I don't know but I don't want to try to figure it out from his dark bead of eyes hiding all his own thoughts.

“Honey, let's eat,” I listen to the soft tone of voice

out of the lips of Sadam. I ventured out. Why Mas Sadam can be this calm to see the presence of a son, does he already know if Mbak Tasya is having an affair and he should also know who is cheating on his wife. I

shaking my head slowly trying to shake off that thought because it's none of my business, it's better to pretend not to know than to get into trouble.

“Good,” I go straight to eat my food but occasionally I look at the desk of the son who is now joking with a woman

even the two of them also took turns to feed each other, the age of the woman seemed to be the same as me when viewed from the water of her face. And she is also more beautiful than Ms. Tasya of course.

“Honey, do you know him?” I was shocked.

“Uhuk ... uhuk ... uhuk!” I immediately hit my chest softly to remove this choking, I coughed and Mas Sadam immediately thrust mineral water at me. Now I'm starting to feel my chest is not as tight as it was.

“I'm sorry, if it surprises you, dear.” I saw the sorry face was currently enveloping the entire face of Mas Sadam

“I'm wrong, Mas for eating fast,” my lie while turning my eyes to another direction.

“Do you know him?” ask Sadam to me for a second time.

“I do not know the man, but the man who always bothers me and says know me.”

“I believe you,” I took a sip of saliva seeing Mas Sadam speak with a smile. A sweet smile that calms my heart.

Me and Mas Sadam walked out of the restaurant after lunch. I stepped past the table where the Son and also

her lover was, Mas Sadam was holding my hand and I stepped behind her. The son was drinking orange juice with his lover bead our eyes looked at each other and at that time the Son immediately available his drink until the yellow liquid in the glass was spilled on his shirt.

"Darling, are you not pa-pa," I heard her lover ask while picking up some tissue and helping her clean her body of orange juice.

I felt the grasp of Mas Sadam's hand start to slip from my hand then the man moved it to the shoulder pulling me closer to him as if afraid I was far away from him. I looked at Mas Sadam who was now looking skinny in front of this eye bead saw a beard that increasingly emphasized the sculpture of his face wanted me to touch the sturdy jaw but did not dare.

Mas Sadam and I got in the car, I put my seatbelt on and saw my phone, yes this is how my phone is always quiet without any notification hahaha maybe because I don't have many friends. Anyone who wants to be friends with a waiter like me, a bitter smile starts to appear on my lips when I recall that all my schoolmates were away when they found out I was working as a waiter. How shiny.

I circulated the view of the street and at once my brows furrowed deeply when I realized that this was not the direction to go home. I shook my head to see Mas Sadam who was still focusing on driving his car.

"Where are we going? This isn't the direction to the house?"