The actor? Who's Afraid!
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Time is lunchtime, but I only eat alone. I don't know where Zain Habibi went after the shower this morning. In this city I am a kara, only Zain I have. The family-in-law does exist, but I dare not leave the house without permission from my husband.

I could just walk from room to room and back to room. Though praying already, murojaah also has, but this heart has not been calm before seeing Zain back home. Hadeuh .. My heart hurts. The pain is acute. Sick homesick.

I immediately ran into the living room after hearing the sound of a car engine entering the courtyard of the house. Sure enough, Zain was already in front of the door after I slightly peeked out from behind the window curtain.

I took a sitting position as relaxed as possible behind the table that I had hit, so as not to look so anxious waiting for him. Not to forget I opened a magazine as a complement to the play.

"Reverse," Zain said after entering the house, then sat back on the sofa.

My sitting position is uncomfortable. With all my might I turned the table that was in front of me so as not to turn upside down like Zain said.

Zain got up from his seat, approached me and grabbed the magazine I was holding. Turns out Zain confirmed the position of the magazine I had read.

Dragon ... It's a magazine? It was a waste of energy that I used to turn the table. "I used to read books like this" I avoided embarrassment, then I put magazines on the table.

Zain placed the back of his hand on my forehead, before long pulling his hand back. But the look in his eyes did not move from looking at me, making me wrong behavior stared so intensely.

"Why?" I was curious about that look.

"Let's come along" he said, then took my hand and led me outside the house.

"Where?" I said while following his steps.

"Your brain seems to be sliding, we're going to a psychiatrist."

Aish .. I held my hand until it slipped. He thinks I'm not sane, so take me to a psychiatrist?

"Let's come with me."

Back this hand dragged him closer to the car, opened the door and forced me to sit in the front seat. It would be outrageous if Zain really did that.

"I don't slide, people don't have brains" I said after Zain sat behind the steering wheel.

"It's safer if it's handled early." Zain said while starting the car engine. It didn't take long for the car to leave the yard.

I just kept quiet, thinking of all the ways to escape from the clutches of the psychiatrist later. At the moment it is not possible to admit to Zain that I was so nervous waiting for him to come home. Can pray.

After a while of driving, the car stopped at a two-story building, bearing the inscription psychological service center. Can Zain not take all that seriously?

"Get out!" Zain's command after the car stops for a few seconds. I just shook my head, not wanting to enter that place.

Knock my head while closing my eyes, amit-amit. I still have faith, I still have God, I can lay out a prayer mat to complain to him.

I still can't believe Zain actually took me to a psychiatrist. I want to cry, have a husband gini very. O Allah, grant the servant of fortitude.

Suddenly the windshield was knocked from the outside, someone wearing a security uniform stood waiting for the windshield to be lowered.

"Sorry sir, don't park here. Just go inside, there's a parking lot on the inside." The security responded kindly.

"Zayn!" I shook my head hoping that Zain understood the code from me, that I really did not want to enter the place. Zain only responded with a faint smile. Eotokk.

Alhamdulillah ... Zain drove his car straight, not turning towards the two-story building. But no matter where Zain drives now, I don't care what matters is not taking me to a psychiatrist.

After the ridiculous prank that Zain did, now he took me to the top floor of a big mall in this city, let alone his purpose if not culinary. Tau aja stomach is hungry after spending a lot of energy to think that becomes useless.

"Rell." Zain called out someone's name and waved at six o'clock, after eating his meal. I followed where Zain's eyes were.

A man in a navy suit approached our table and sat down next to Zain before being invited. Without the slightest awkwardness, the man took the fries on Zain's plate, then directly inserted them into his mouth.

"Hi." Greeting the man while raising his hand towards me, I immediately darted around looking for someone he was sweeping over.

"I greet you," said the man who kept taking the fries to put in his mouth. From the way he walked I thought he was a cool guy, but it turned out .. I don't know, beyond expectations.

"My name is Rayya, not hi." I made clear my call to the man who was more handsome than the man next to him. Just imagine, if Zain looked like Min Yoon-gi then that man was a level more handsome, Kim Seok-jin.

Seeing them both feels like I'm at a BTS fan meeting. Unfortunately there are only two members, hopefully the others will soon appear. Astaghfirullah .. I bowed my gaze after realizing something, I am caliph, one is not lawful to look at.

"I'm Rendi." The man introduced himself and hung his hands on the table. I glanced at Zain who was just silent as the man who introduced himself named Rendi reached out.

"sorry. I didn't shake the hand of a man who wasn't a mahram" I said, clenching both hands in front of my chest.

Randi turned his hand to take the potatoes back, maybe this guy is too hungry. The faces of the two men in front of me were shocked to hear what I said. Zain doesn't know about this either. Issh .. I'm disappointed, my husband doesn't know anything about me.

"What is mahram?" Rendi suddenly asked that, did they really not know?

"In the Islamic Shari'a, a mahram is a person who cannot be married forever because of a dispute, a brother for drinking milk from the same mother. Descendants because of brothers one blood and because of marriage relations." I replied briefly, hopefully Rendi can understand.

"Ooh .. So you and Zain are mahram's because you're married?"

I nodded in response to Rendi's words.

"Geez." Rendi patted Zain's shoulder. "Lucky lu bro, it's just you who can shake hands with him. Don't let go, let it be your mahram forever."

"Aamiinu. May sampe jannah." I replied enthusiastically but Zain just kept quiet. Issh ....

After I remembered it seemed like Rendi's name was not so foreign, ah .. I clicked a finger in front of my face. Suddenly it made the two men in front of me pay attention.

"Sister Rendi!"

"Yes." Yeah."

"On my wedding day, Zain called Rendi's sister to call penga ...."

Hap ... I reflexively caught the fries that Zain threw at me so I could not continue my words.

Ih ... Rese ...