I Or He Who Is the Actor
CHAPTER 1

That day the air was so hot. Isyana gets word from the housekeeper that Iqbal's husband, asked his personal driver to deliver a work suit to their apartment. Isyana's private apartment that she bought before marrying Iqbal.

Ishma (25 years)

For two days her husband did not return home due to work outside the city. Now he's home but he's staying in the apartment. Of course makes Isyana a little guess why the husband kept his return secret. Even if Isyana had overheard her husband's conversation on the phone with the housekeeper. She would not know that her husband had gone home.

"Bu Lastri, let me just deliver the clothes Mas Iqbal," said Isyana softly to the 40-year-old housekeeper.

"But Madam." replied the waiter named Miss Lastri stammeringly.

"It's okay, Mom. I also miss Iqbal a lot.once I want to surprise him..."

"Alright, Madam..."

Isyana was escorted by the husband's personal driver who was told to go home to pick up her work clothes. Isyana also did not forget to remind the driver not to say anything to Iqbal that he himself will deliver the clothes.

With her grace Isyana wearing her flagship work suit, white cloth pants, black shirt combined with white suit, as well as high heels that make it more elegant.

"Why didn't Mas Iqbal tell me he was home? And even stay in an apartment?"

Isyana kept wondering on the way. His heart felt that something was a little wrong. But with the nature of Isyana who has a broad mind, she chose to throw away bad thoughts about the husband.

"Welcome," welcome the apartment employees to Isyana.

Not lingering Isyana directly walked towards the elevator. Then press the 15th floor button, and wait until the elevator reaches its destination.

In front of the door of the apartment unit 105B Isyana held her chest that suddenly skipped a beat. Doubt to stick the unit access card to open the door, but still he did.

The door is open. Isyana leaned her body forward. Then he walked down the hallway to the room.

Isyana's steps came to a halt as her high heels stepped on a very disgusting piece of cloth lying on the floor.

Isyana's eyes were rounded, her calm face instantly turning cynical. Seeing the cloth turned out to be a black woman CD.

"****..." as Isyana said.

Isyana also circulated her gaze sweeping the entire room that felt warm. He walked a few more steps forward. Then he crouched down to grab the husband's shirt which was also scattered on the floor. Inhaled her fragrance perfume the woman in the shirt.

"Mas Iqbal? It's disgusting that I'm gonna puke seeing all this..."

Isyana is not stupid, she must have understood this situation. The situation where the husband was in front of his eyes had an affair. Even unhappily he had intercourse in Isyana's apartment.

Isyana took a deep breath with her eyes closed. A faint smile formed at the end of his lips. His hands clenched firmly, restraining the anger within him.

Simultaneously the moment suddenly heard the voice of****** and flirtatious laugh of a man and woman from inside the bathroom.

"Ah..do not there.geli!"

"Dear calm down, I just want to..."

"Iqbal already, you're so naughty!"

Isyana was shaking from hearing all that. Never did she imagine that her husband would dare to play with fire behind her.

"Suck, it's so disgusting of you."

Isyana regulated her breathing, still trying to look graceful and relaxed. Although he was actually very angry and wanted to break down the bathroom door. But he didn't.

Isyana turned around and walked towards the balcony of the room. He leaned against the fence while staring at the bathroom door.

"Very lowly." he returned with a faint smile.

"...Can you do something this low? Is it because you have other toys, for the past three months you've never shaped me at all..."

Isyana turned her body choosing to stare at the beauty of the city from the balcony.

"Heh, that's funny. In there my husband is in love with another woman, but somehow I feel nothing..."

After she spoke to herself, Isyana walked back into the room. Put a paper bag containing the clothes of the husband on the bed.

He glanced towards the bathroom and smiled faintly. Eventually, he decided to leave the unit.

"Sorry Mas, your lowly behavior like this doesn't match up with a classy woman like me.ckck."

Isyana came back with her usual facial features in neat clothes, like nothing had happened. What revenge would he have? That was all Isyana was thinking about all the way to the elevator.

"Is this karma?"

When the elevator doors closed. Suddenly Isyana staggered and almost fell if she did not have time to hold the stainless wall of the elevator. His gaze turned and felt so nauseous.

"Therefore you must be strong, men like Mas Iqbal do not get yourselves.let him do as he pleases with the garbage!"

The elevator door was open. Isyana quickly stood up straight and tidied up her suit and got out of the elevator.

BRAK!!!

Due to Isyana's rush to accidentally hit the shoulder of a man. His still hazy and slightly spinning gaze made him stagger back.

"Are you okay?" ask the man.

Quickly the man grabbed Isyana's slender body with his sturdy hands. Isyana almost fell on the floor.

Isyana was still in shock. But he felt familiar with the man's voice, and his touch felt so familiar. Heavy hoarseness that is slightly chadel, because it is difficult to pronounce the letter R.

Slowly the beautiful woman straightened her gaze. His eyes were round in disbelief. "Sir Elvano?"

Quickly Isyana stood alone and tidied up her coat and hair.

"Mrs Isyana?"

The man also looked very surprised to see Isyana. A beautiful woman who never changes. Still pretty and just like three months ago the last time they met.

The man smiled sweetly with great kindness. Making Isyana still silent. Unexpressed and looking intensely at the face of the man named Elvano.

"Mrs Isyana? Are you okay?"

"Mrs Isyana?"

"Mrs Isyana?"

Isyana was shocked when Elvano shook the air in front of her face.

"I-iya I'm fine." replied Isyana smiling clumsily with reddened cheeks and feeling hot.

"Is this real?" inner Isyana.

Elvano smiled again and her eyes felt so warm. He thrust his hand in front of Isyana.

"It's good to see you back, Miss Isyana."

Isyana biting her lower lip returned Elvano's warm gaze and shook her hand.

Elvano (30 years old)

"It's nice to see you again, Mr. Elvano Mubarak."

Is.deg...deg.

"It looks like this is real, my heart is pounding again in front of him like this, like three months ago when I met Elvano for the first time," Isyana said.

...To be continued......