The actor? Who's Afraid!
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"Zain called me?" Rendi's voice reminded me of the words that were cut off because of Zain.

"Father time_"

"What about the clients we have to meet? When will he arrive in Jakarta?"

Ish... I'm sure Zain cut off my words just to divert the conversation. Okay, I'll ask Rendi next time.

I don't know how many times I yawned, I had no taste in listening to Zain and Rendi talk. They only talked about work that I did not understand in the slightest.

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"Zain?"

The man who was sitting on the back porch immediately turned his head towards me when his name was kulafazdkan.

Slowly scrolling through the newspaper he had previously read. It turns out that in this era there are still those who use print media to get information.

I deliberately chose to sit next to him, enjoying the atmosphere of a romantic night, with thousands of stars scattered in the sky.

PUKK

I grimaced as the newspaper scroll landed smoothly on top of my crown. Surprised, not sick.

"It's not polite" he said, taking the dialogue I should have said.

"You are disrespectful. Just play getok!" I protested with a frown.

"Calling the husband's name, do you think it's polite?"

"Ooh." I tried to understand Zain's words, but I couldn't. He who does not want to be called a husband now wants me to respect him as a husband.

"Oh!" Zain repeated my words while raising one eyebrow. I looked at him while grinning the horse.

"Meeting Rendi, you immediately call brother. My own husband calls Zain."

I want to laugh to hear his completeness. But I have to act flat as if there is no taste.

"Jealous?" My expression made as calm as possible, while teasing Zain.

"Let's not. Ngapain," he said and then screwed homemade coffee.

"Jealousy is a sign of love, carefully falling in love?" I sniggered in my heart.

"Remember the agreement" I said next.

Trying to remind Zain some time ago, what I'm really excited about is not playing. Pingin koprol kayang, while nari tenacious.

"Oh." Zain.

I immediately shuffled backwards when I saw the movement of Zain's hand that was again floating the newspaper scroll.

"Tomorrow I'll go back to the office."

Zain's words surprised me a little, as he expressed his intentions. What does it mean now that I'm on the list of people Zain will be asking for opinions?

"So I also want to ask permission. I'll visit Imelda tomorrow." I spoke from a distance of one meter.

"You can go anywhere you want, don't need my permission."

Uh, busyet. This man does not understand the concept of the wife of Solehah. Abstinence from leaving the house without permission from the husband.

"Not that Bambang! The wife must get permission the new husband can go out of the house, if not, called defiant."

Zain seemed to let out a slow sigh, I don't know what's wrong with my words, I'm just telling you what I understand. Without any intention of patronizing.

Quietly it turned out that the newspaper scroll had again changed shape. Round like a ball that is ready to be passed at any time.

"Why do you want to change the name given by my parents!"

I ran before the newspaper ball was actually passed to me. It is my duty to save myself when I feel that my body and soul are in danger.

"I'll call you darling." I screamed as I ran towards the room.

I lay down on the bed, looking at each other with the ceiling of the room. Actually I still want to linger with Zain, but it is not possible for now, because of Zain's unstable situation and emotional state.

The ringing sound of mobile phones filled the auditory senses. I immediately went to look for the flat object I had previously placed on the nightstand.

'waalaikumussalam,' the answer of the mother echoed in the ears.

'You are too much! Go home to Jakarta do not tell mommy equally papa. My mom said you had to go on a honeymoon before you came back. Tantemu too! She just ngabarin mama just now, said she forgot. You promised me, no ngabarin mama!'

Astaghfirullah .. how are his ears Zain, have a mom who talks very rich talk KRL.

"Dad mah sorry, this is Rayya same Zain also itung-itung again honeymoon mah. Just stay both."

The conversation continued at length from the issue of not giving news to the issue of print printing grandchildren. Hopefully with a few words that contain the phrase honeymoon, can calm the ambition of the mother who continues to invite my brain traveling.

Patience mah, your favorite daughter-in-law is also looking for ways, to quickly practice knowledge that has been inherited. Wait for the play date.

"Zain, uh baby. Mama wants to talk."

I gave Zain the phone in my hand after I came back to him still staring on the back porch.

After the phone call, I went back to my room. The reason behind my attitude, not wanting to be linked again to the child and mother debate, about the biology lesson of reproduction.

Not until ten minutes Zain had banged on the door of the room with a loud bang. Maybe all the science about farming has been digested very well.

"Rayya, open the door fast."

Aishn ... Not very patient, it is too early to practice the newly acquired knowledge, waiting a bit maleman little can not?

"Patience" I said as soon as the door opened.

But the facial expression Zain showed was different from what I expected. Zain looked so angry. It was fortunate that I did not open the door wide, so that my tiny body could still take refuge behind the door.

"Handphones." I was too self-conscious to ask for more, other than to return the communication tool he had in his hands.

"You're going to mama!"

Zain's eyes rounded so perfectly, making my guts squint to look at him. I can only answer with a head.

"Back my phone." Back I whined with my hands up and the view fell towards Zain's feet who was wearing only the shoes next door. Where else is the other side trying?

"How do you know if we sleep in different rooms?" the circus again makes me look up my head. I think the problem of plants that previously vaulted with mama. Turns ....

"You are the one who!" Zain continued to accuse me without any concrete evidence.

"Emang mama said? I'm the one who ngadu, that's it!"

Zain seemed to think for a moment before finally handing me the phone.

"Go .. go ..." I said, shaking my hand at Zain.

Zain thaws, then makes a sarcasm move by kicking the air around. I immediately closed the door before the sandals entered my room.

"Zayn!" I put my head back in the doorway. Even the one with a name, would not want to turn back to me.

"Where are your sandals next?"

"Rayya!"

"Yes!"

"Not funny!"

"Lod."

Zain returned to his feet to the room, but before he could hold the door handle I pronounced his name. Zain looked at me.

"I remember why you knew we slept apart."

"It's not in the mood."

"Remain sure, don't want to know?"

The man who was not in the mood was waiting for my answer, while making both hands perched on the waist.

"You know what, you know what, what round fried impromptu tofu?"

"Rayya!"

Bye ...