That actor is my best friend
Chapter 3

[Sir, what's at home?]

[You know me. Dong!]

Rania no longer replies to my messages, she just reads my messages without answering the questions I give.

My curiosity forced me to call her, so many times I called her. However, one call from me never lifted.

I don't know why, I don't know myself. He is still active on social media.

I also tried to contact Buk Lastri and Pak Ujang loyal servants in our house, but they also did not take a call from me. I finally don't know what's going on at home right now.

All night, I went through with curiosity. So that I can't sleep well either.

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This morning I woke up with a heavy head, the drowsiness was still on me because I could not sleep all night thinking about what was happening at home.

I got out of bed, then I stepped into the bathroom to refresh my body which was feeling very weak.

After feeling refreshed, I walked out of the hotel room. My thoughts were now at home, until I forgot to eat breakfast to fill my empty stomach.

Arriving at the parking lot I immediately drove my car to the residence of my extended family. In that big house we lived together. Starting from Grandpa and Grandma, Uncle and Aunt, and my family were asked by grandfather to stay in the large house owned by the Herlambang family.

Grandfather purposely told his children and grandchildren to stay in the mansion he painstakingly built. He did not want his children and grandchildren to feel the bitterness of not having a home like he had ever experienced.

Grandfather also tried to be fair in the family so that it created a peaceful and harmonious nuance in the large family Herlambang.

I parked my car in front of the large house owned by the Herlambang family. I got out of the car and rushed into the house.

When I entered the house, a quiet atmosphere was created. All the family members who had gathered together in the family room, one by one they went to their respective rooms. It's just that among them, I didn't find Aisya my wife.

"Mom!" I called my mother before I went into her room.

My mother's steps stopped right at her doorstep followed by my father's.

They turned their bodies towards me, I went straight to them.

"Well, Mom! I'm sorry," I said.

"Yoga, you shouldn't apologize to us. Apologize to your wife!" my father said firmly.

I bowed my head, "Where is Alisya, Mom?" I ventured to ask my whereabouts when the gazes of my parents were like swords drawing out my heart.

"See," my mom said, then she just left me.

Mom doesn't really care about me now.

"Alisa!" I shouted, I hurried to my room.

I opened the door to my room, and I spread my eyes all over the corner. I can't find my wife there.

"Alisa!" I kept calling out the name I had pronounced in Ijab kabul one year ago.

I hurried to the bathroom to confirm the presence of the wife there.

"Alisa!" I shouted after I found out that there was no one in the bathroom.

I fell limp in the bathroom, I regret my departure yesterday. I squeezed my head roughly trying to think about Alisya's current whereabouts.

"Arrghh," my cry echoed throughout the corner of the room.

I grabbed my phone out of my pants pocket, I tried dialing my wife's call. My wife's phone is not active.

"Where are you, Sya??" mummify slowly.

Without a second thought I re-strengthened my body with my remaining strength, I stepped out of the house. I took my car and I drove my car out of the yard of my family's mansion.

Haya one place that I believe my wife is there, I drive my car at high speed. I want to confirm the whereabouts of my wife.

The worry slipped in my heart but the worry was different from the worry I felt yesterday for Tania. I am confused by myself and my heart right now.

I continued to drive my car at high speed splitting the toll road.

If he wants to leave me, it doesn't matter to me. The most important thing right now is just sorry about him.

Two hours drive from Jakarta to Bandung hometown of my wife. I stopped my car when I entered a simple house that seemed magnificent with modern design.

"Yoga Mas!" a gardener came up to me.

Maybe he saw my arrival while cleaning the garden.

"Yes, Mang Dudung," I replied kindly.

"How are you, Mas?" ask the middle-aged man named Dudung.

"Good, Sir. Mr Dudung how are you?" I just want to talk.

"Okay, Mommy" he replied politely.

"Mother Fatimah is there, sir?" ask hera.

"Some, please come in, Mas!" Mr. Dudung invited me into the house.

I followed in his footsteps which opened the door of my father-in-law's modest home. I'm sure my wife is in this house. He can't go anywhere but here.

"Assalamu'alaikum" I said as I entered the house.

"Wa'alaikum salam" replied Fatimah's mother-in-law.

"How are you, Mom?" ask pleasantries.

"Good, Yoga. You alone?" ms. Fatimah asked while looking for someone behind me.

"Mhm, yes, ma'am." I began to doubt Alisya's whereabouts in this house.

"Allisya?" ask Ms. Fatimah.

I was shocked when I found out my mother-in-law's question, does that mean Alisya is not in this house?

"Mhm, he's in Jakarta, ma'am." I had to lie.

Looking at the situation, my mother-in-law had not yet learned of the problems that were going on between me and my wife.

"Oh, yes, you sit down first!" tell my mother-in-law.

Fatimah's mother stepped out of my way to the kitchen.

I threw my body on the sofa in the living room. I let out a long sigh while thinking about Alisya's whereabouts.

I pulled out my phone, I tried to track my wife's whereabouts with the GPS I had connected to her phone. However, it was in vain because his phone number was already inactive.

"Tumben you're coming?" asked Fatimah who came to bring me a cup of tea and some cake.

"I happen to have a job here, Mom. That's why I stopped by my mother's jengukkin" I said.

"Oh that way, you guys haven't come here in a long time. Mother misses, let alone your party yesterday Mother can not attend" said Ms. Fatimah to me.

"Yes, Mom. Next time we try to come and stay." Only words came out of my lips.

My thoughts are now back on Alisya's whereabouts. What exactly happened when I left the house? The question kept turning in my mind.

"Yoga?" My mother-in-law broke my daydream.

"Yes, Mom," I'm nervous.

My mother-in-law started looking at me suspiciously, the sound of her phone making her distract him from me.

He knitted his eyebrows together, then pressed the green button.

"Hello," he said as the call was connected

"Allisya?" pekik.

Seriate...