The actor? Who's Afraid!
Fix, Broken heart

"Deal?"

In the boutique room that Imelda managed I sat on the sofa, while arranging a rumbling heartbeat, knowing Zain had lied to me from the start.

Imelda was no less surprised than me at this moment. I don't think anyone would want their marriage story to start with a deal.

"Why are you playing with a sacred marriage?" imelda's screams that I immediately presented the sofa cushion to her face.

"You'd rather I'm in jail?" my lips on Imelda who was tidying up the child's hair on her forehead who was hit by a pillow throw.

"Yes, not that too! Can't talk about it first?" he said so lightly, it is easy to underestimate the decisions of others, if not experiencing similar situations.

"If it can be talked about, it will not be like this," I was annoyed, sometimes sharing with my own friends did not reduce my burden even vice versa. Vain.

"Yes, accept destiny. What is the lack of Zain, good looking, good account. I want to too!" he said while grinning.

"You want to be an actor, in your own best friend's household?"

Melda and I turned to the source of the voice. Sapphira, Melda's sister, got out of her hot seat and approached us, and she was listening to the conversation between me and her sister.

"You can get married once in a lifetime. Therefore, before marriage, we must know the outside in our partner. Surveillance is important!" Safira expressed her opinion which was clearly different from my principles.

"The length of courtship does not guarantee a happy relationship. Mba proof, only lasted one month continue to be a widow. Though dating five years, rich in motorcycle credits!" Now Melda's attacking her own sister.

"Different story! Rico is indeed the one who has**k." Sapphira gave an annoyed grin, visible from her tightly clenched hand. Maybe he remembers the incident three years ago that made villagers excited, because of the husband's affair with his household assistant.

"Are you really getting money?" Melda asked again, and I could only nod in agreement.

"How much?" The brother joined the kepo, the anger that enveloped his face, immediately distracted by his curiosity.

"Three billion."

As the two brothers in front of me closed their mouths with ten fingers, a look of surprise emerged from their bulging eyes.

"Is Zain very rich?" said Safira who now put both elbows on the table to support his chin.

"His family is rich in seven derivatives?" Melda chimed in and brought her body closer to me who was bounded by the table.

"Not really!"

"Continue?" Melda and Safira answered almost simultaneously.

"It's Zain's own business, he's pinter, his brain is watered down when it comes to technology. The app you're using right now is Zain's work." I explained as Rendi told me, before I left the office and ended up in this boutique.

"After that you're getting divorced?" said Safira fiery.

"Don't!" Melda waved her hand at my face. "You better follow Zain's will to be his fake wife. Than you only get the fruit, mending have the tree all of you."

I massaged the temple, after hearing Melda voice her heart which was not far from financial problems.

"I'm his legal wife!" I was furious also with the mindset of friends who continue to be single, in order to get a good man's account.

"After receiving the money Zain must have thought you were materialistic. That is, Zain also thinks you agree to the deal as a fake wife" Melda's remark this time made me realize my rash decision back then.

"That's what I regret." I looked down at the floor I was on.

"Patience, dear." Safira patted me on the shoulder slowly, despite only going through the household for a month, I was sure Safira understood my sincerity as a wife.

"Does Zain have another woman?" safira's words made me turn to her, and I sniffed my shoulders in response to not knowing.

"I think Zain's wishes are suspicious, and even more so Zain threatens after a contract, he just wants you to cover up his mistress. Supposedly, you just open the photo in Zain's desk drawer." Safira returns with her argument.

"If the woman in the photo is Zain's mistress, I'm ready to help you investigate. We're executing with the actor" Melda's remarks were very convincing.

"Thank you, you, my friend, the whisper of the devil."

"Yes, the survey proves. If a man still keeps a photo of his company with another woman after marriage, it is suspect. You can make my wedding story a lesson." Now Sapphira again shook my faith.

"Where?" ask them compactly, after seeing me stand up.

"Istikadah."

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"Don't have any intention of apologizing or explaining anything to me, is that it?"

On the back porch that has recently become Zain's favorite place to hang out, I aligned our seat staring at the new tree shoots I saw this afternoon.

Zain turned towards me who was still staring at him, there was no intention to break his gaze even though Zain was staring so sharply.

"Son," he said, staring at the flower garden, without returning flowers.

"Can I have it?" Now I turned my seat ninety degrees, facing Zain.

"No."

Not yet nanya already tutekin first, the fate of having a husband refrigerator.

"Can stories?"

"No."

"About, a woman."

"No."

"That wraps its arms around the waist of a man."

"Please!"

I gasped a little when Zain suddenly raised his voice. "Yes, right? It's a sassy woman!"

"You!" Zain turned back to me.

"Kok me?" I don't accept the presumptuous accusation.

"I've told you, don't touch my privacy! Why did you cross the line!" His face looks so angry. Just this time I saw this angry Zain just because of a photo.

"You told me to go into your room!"

"I told you to take the file, doesn't mean you can freely see what's in my room!"

"If I can't see your room, do you think I can find the file by closing my eyes?" I say defend myself, maybe it's good to be a little su'udzon about the photo in the drawer as Safira and Melda suggested.

"You can just take the file without touching anything!"

I shifted my seat back, away from Zain. It could be that Zain lost control of his fingers, and flicked them in this heel. "That's what I do."

"lik! If you're just taking a file why look at the photos I've kept in the drawer?"

"I didn't see it! I didn't see his face."

After I confirmed that I did not see the photo, Zain sighed. Maybe sighing in relief because I did not see the face of the girl in the photo, just saw the tattoo on the hand of the girl who initials Z. Most likely the initials of the name Zain.

If they were a couple, Zain would have made this the girl's name on her body. I can gather information on who the girl is, if I know her name.

"Is he your lover, who made you forbid me from liking you?"

Zain was surprised to hear my question, he just looked at me without speaking a word. Fix I'm heartbroken.

"You should have married her if your heart was only for her. No need to sacrifice another heart, which knows nothing of your past."