The actor? Who's Afraid!
Revenge is Sin

Should I open some folded photos?

Ah .. That is the privacy of my husband, my obligation as a wife only obeys it as long as it does not contradict the rules set by God.

The main basis of a household is mutual trust, will not be comfortable a house to live in if there is no trust.

It's possible that the photo is part of Zain's past, which I don't need to know in order to keep my heart from being so bad. Because we have to look forward, if we continue to look back maybe the neck will also become stiff.

"To this address sir," I asked the driver of the taxi online while showing the address listed on the mobile phone screen.

Taxis also drove through the streets of the capital that had begun to be empty, because it was no longer rush hour to enter the office or school. It only took me fifteen minutes like Zain wanted, I had also been standing at the company security post I just knew was star up based.

"Let's Mom, I'll take you to Zain's room" security orders me to follow in his footsteps.

The atmosphere of the office is so calm, with several employees who are busy with their respective activities. Office buildings are quite large in my opinion, if you look at the number of employees who still count in the tens.

"This is Mr. Zain's room, ma'am. Sorry excuse me for coming back to the front," he said after dropping me off in a glass-walled room covered in opaque sandblasts so as not to be too see-through.

"Thank you sir ... Anto." I read the name attached to the uniform he was wearing. The one with the name just smiled, then nodded slowly before leaving me who was still standing glued.

When I was hesitant to hold the door handle of the room that read Chief Executive Officer, the door opened from the opposite direction. A man who looked very dignified, wearing a black suit and a matching striped tie, stood before me looking at the watch circling his wrist.

"You made me postpone the meeting for ten minutes," Zain grumbled that looked very different from before while still at home.

I can't speak back to Zain blaming me. I was so fascinated by his authority that I had just seen him the first time.

"Wait inside. Don't leave until I get back!" tell Zain after taking the file in my hand.

I stared at the strapping back that was getting away from me until it was lost behind the room that read the meeting room. Before I entered my husband's office, I saw some employees whispering to each other. I feel like this self is the center of attention for a moment, may it not happen because of their evil eyes.

There was nothing special about the room I expected to be 5 x 5 m², only one set of work tables, a set of khaki sofas and a book cabinet decorated in a minimalist style.

My hand was interested in taking a book with a light blue cover with an umbrella called rain. The novel by Tere Liye was tucked between dozens of files that were not of interest to me. Could Zain read a novel like this?

"Hey?" A man's voice echoed in the room, along with the creaking of the door as it opened.

I turned towards Rendi who was now walking closer and closer to the table. Both of his hands were covered in plastic, if I can guess, it was the lunch menu.

"Assalamualaik." I greeted Rendi who was still focusing on the plastics in her hands.

"Waallaikumsalam," he answered while throwing a smile after all the plastic landed perfectly on the table.

I was standing in front of the bookshelf, walking towards the door to open it.

"Where are you? We can have lunch together" Rendi said as I opened the door.

"Yes. I just want to open the door." Then I actually left the door in front of me wide open.

"Do you feel too hot? We can lower the AC temperature to make it cooler. There is no need to open the door wide" he suggested, which I responded with a smile.

"I'd rather it be like this, so there's no misunderstanding."

"Zain won't misunderstand me, he trusts me."

"I don't believe you!"

"Huh?" Rendi turned to me who was taking a step towards the sofa, across from the sofa she was sitting on.

Looks like Rendi doesn't understand where I'm going. Zain may have believed so much in his friend, but I do not believe in the promptings of the devil that will plunge into the valley of sin at all times.

It is not appropriate for two people who are not mahram to be in one room. Especially with the beauty that God placed on the face of the man in front of me who was ready to tempt the faith.

"Why? You don't like it? I'll order your favorite food." The joints show other advantages given by God. Good and attention.

"I like all the food." I tried to melt the atmosphere with a smile, then took a cup of mango juice on the table.

"Sugary," said Rendi as she looked at me who was sipping juz. Our eyes met for a moment, then I bowed with regret at having admired a handsome man other than my husband.

"Asam. Maybe it's a juz of young mango," I said, then put the cup on the table.

"Not the juz," he said, then leaned his back against the back of the sofa.

"Then?" I wonder what his gaze means.

"Forgetit."

"Ih, cheating. It's been curious."

I showed an annoyed face but Rendi responded with a chuckle. A second later, I recalled the question I had not been able to continue because of Zain's actions during the previous meeting with Rendi.

"If I don't make a deal, do you guys really put me in jail?"

"What deal?" asked Rendi as if she didn't know anything.

"At the moment after the contract, ah no. The night after Zain's contract called you and asked you to call a lawyer and the press, to sue me in front of the media if I didn't agree to a deal. Was it planned in advance?"

I spoke enthusiastically but Rendi just scooped her shoulders. Does Randy really know nothing? Then who was the person Zain called 'Rend' that night?

I tried to find the answer in Rendi's eyes, her eyes seemed confused by what I had just said. There was no look of lies on his line of face that was so firm.

"Did Zain have another friend called Rend?"

"Zain has no friends but me. Zain is an introverted type of man, not easy to adjust to new people."

Rendi explained what I think is different from Zain who has been living under one roof with me for a few days. With the personality that Zain showed me, there was not the slightest impression that Zain was an introvert. Am I or is it Rendi who doesn't know Zain?

"Do you not know about Zain's deal with me?" I said back to interrogating.

"What deal?" Rendi was no less curious about me.

"Once, forget it," I said, shaking my hand.

"Reply Revenge?"

"No! The sins! The best way to get revenge is to forgive." But this hand clenched tightly, until it saw the paled knuckles without blood flow.

If Rendi doesn't know anything, then Zain is planning this alone. I will not forgive Zain.

"Main is the look of awe or amazement accompanied by the envy of someone who has bad habits that cause harm to the person he sees."