The actor? Who's Afraid!
Next-door neighbor

"Not run. From where Imelda went straight home!" tell Zain after finishing his breakfast.

I'm grateful that the man I married has never been satisfied with anything I've cooked for him. Although it is just a simple breakfast menu. Fried rice with beef eggs. His taste is quite popular, for a person who serves as the highest leader in the company.

"OK," I replied lightly, as I picked up the dirty dishes in front of Zain.

"What are you riding in, where is Imelda?" tanya Zain interrupted his activity to take a cup of tea.

"Hm. Maybe go up ojol," I replied accordingly.

"I just take it with me" he said, which surprised me.

The step I originally wanted to direct to the sink, immediately poured back into the chair where I was sitting before.

"Seriously?" I convinced myself to ask Zain enthusiastically.

The man who was sipping tea just raised his eyebrows.

"No, I can do it myself, really," I said trying to pull the situation out. The truth ....

"Whatever! Don't call me if you've been kidnapped by a bully" he said after tea in a toilet glass.

"That's a worry, yeah!"

"No! Males just dropped the money to pay the ransom."

Diiha ....

I followed Zain to the front porch after breakfast. When I got there I grabbed him and kissed the back of his hand as solemnly as a wife.

There was no conversation between me and Zain after that. There was also no rejection from Zain, as when we first joined hands.

"Don't wander!" Zain reminded him again, before he got into the car. Though I told you, if I was going to leave the house, I would ask permission from him.

I waved my hands until the car Zain was driving out of the yard. Hopefully our relationship will always be this sweet, even though Zain only considers it a deal.

After I turned my body ninety degrees, I saw a couple of husband and wife in the left house doing a romantic scene. Ah, so nganan.

The woman tidied her man's tie, then hugged each other and ended with a kiss from the man on his woman's forehead.

"Hi."

There was the sound of someone greeting, which made the smile on my lips fade away. Laughing at the feeling of seeing the action that the woman was showing.

A beautiful woman wearing a red dress looked at me with a smile, on the guardrail of the yard. It was as if he knew what was on my mind just now.

"Assalamualaik." My greeting to the woman after I approached and left only a distance of two.

"Waallaikumussalam," he answered so kindly.

"My name is Tasya." The woman mentioned the name without diminishing the smile on her face. "Just moved?" Further. Then extended his hand towards me.

"Dad Brother. I'm Rayya." I was so nervous to receive a helping hand from a woman named Tasya, especially after being caught enjoying the romantic drama scene directly played by him.

"I'm going in first, right?" said the woman, maybe she felt awkwardness so markedly enveloped our first meeting.

"Please Brother." I said passing the request.

I stared at his back, which now disappeared behind the door of his house. A beautiful woman with a graceful disposition, anyone who sees will definitely think the same as me.

"Astaghfirullah." I was shocked when I turned around.

A woman in the house on the right looked at me with a gaze that. His face was flat and his eyes were so cold, as if he could freeze everything around him.

I nodded my head at him who was still staring intently at me. Slowly a curvy smile he showed between his two puffed cheeks.

"Just moved?" the woman shouted from a distance. Then walked up to me on the porch where I now stand.

"Sit down, Mom." Take me to him, I grab that thigh-sized hand to lead him closer to the bench on the porch.

"Are you the solace of Rahma's mother?"

I knitted my eyebrows at what was being asked, even the previous question I had not been able to answer, but had already asked another question. It was not his intention.

"Sorry, what do I have to answer first?" I asked something pretty serious in my opinion.

"From the name first. Introduce my name Endang. Do not hesitate to think of me as a brother, you remind me of my youth first. Maybe we're the twin brothers of a different generation?"

Whats? Where there are twins of different generations, there is a difference of five minutes. There is only the behavior of mothers today.

"My name is Rayya" I said, introducing myself.

"From yesterday his house was deserted, where was his mother?" ask Bu Endang with a curious face.

"I live with my husband."

Ms. Endang who was peeking into the house by bringing her face closer to the glass immediately turned to me. He looked so shocked, with new information coming out of my mouth.

"I thought you were big brother, was he your husband?"

"Mother Endang knows my husband?" Now it's my turn to feel stuck with the words of Miss Endang, what's with the chemistry between me and Miss Endang, so we can make one and the other feel surprised.

The aura around where we talked, immediately felt so gripping. The gentle wind now became brutal, flying every strand of middle-aged woman's hair in front of me who nodded her head so confidently.

Drrt ...

Agogiya ... I and Miss Endang compact tiptoed shocked to see the name listed on the screen of the phone located on the table.

"I picked up my husband's phone first, Mom?" I said then grabbed the phone that was still ringing.

"I also want to go home, lift the clothesline. Though it was sunny suddenly cloudy and windy gini." Ms. Endang got up from her seat, with a small run leaving my yard to her residence.

I was swept away staring at the way Bu Endang ran, to forget the phone that had stopped ringing. ,There is regret enveloping the heart, when this self ignored the first phone from the husband after a few minutes apart.

With gontai I put my feet into the house. It was as if all my bones had escaped the body that depended on them. Then lay down on the mattress, then express disappointment by pounding the pillow.

Not long after the ringing of the mobile phone again meets the sense of hearing. Not a phone from Zain on the screen, but a vidio call.

I immediately got up and tidied up the top of the hijab that had already been blistered by blowing it, not forgetting to also fix the hair child who tried to peek from behind the hijab.

"Ekhem." I checked my voice before wiping the blue icon with the camera.

"Rayya ka_"

"Familiar with the greetings. Assalamu'alaikum."

"Oh, okay. Assalamualaikum."

"Waallaikumussalam."

"You're still home?" Zain's face looked so panicked.

"Yes, why?" ask me while smiling.

"Please get the files on my desk to the office, I have to meet with the client in fifteen minutes. Deliver before fifteen minutes!"

Zain turned off the vidio connection unilaterally, before I could express my opinion, willing or unwilling to deliver the file.

As an obedient wife, I went straight to Zain's room to retrieve the desired file. The file was indeed on the table, as Zain had described earlier.

As my hand reached for the file, my eyes were drawn to the slightly open drawer. It looks like a photo folded into two parts. A photo of Zain and a hand coiled around his waist, a flickering hand with white, smooth skin that signifies its owner as a woman.

Should I open some folded photos?