The actor? Who's Afraid!
I'm a Victim, too

"You've answered my question. That's right."

Whatever is on Zain's mind at the moment I don't know, whose clear eyes are blankly staring at the buds of the tree. I don't know what kind of story they went through until Zain made me his escape.

"We're just separated. I'll give you all your money back." I was hurt too, there seemed to be no hope of sailing across the household ark with the man who made me fall in love at first sight.

"The decision to part, is in my hands. I don't want to!"

I thought Zain was just daydreaming, apparently he listened to me.

"Is it in your eyes like a banana tree?" My voice was a little raucous holding tightness in the chest.

"If you only bear fruit once?" Zain turned his head towards me who was sitting far away from him. Zain didn't know his jokes were crisp.

"Just have a heart, no heart and no feelings" I said. "A banana tree is better suited for you who don't have a heart. Cruel!"

Zain sighed again, for this time I was sure, his breath because he had realized he had no heart.

"Why should I? Why choose me among millions of beautiful women in Indonesia?" The clear thread from the corner of the eye began to flow and I immediately wiped it with the back of the hand before Zain saw it.

"Color ka_"

"Don't answer because I'm a finalist. That's my answer first, find another more creative answer!"

"Because you're the finalist, mama's the judge" he said this time it seemed serious. If this is the case I have to hold who's responsible for my heart's wounds.

"I'll tell my mom. We have to split up." Soon I pocket the clothes I wear, take the cell phone in it and ....

"Don't call mom. We can talk about it together, "he asked, then took the phone in my hand.

I didn't know Zain had come to me before, now leisurely sitting next to me. I immediately shifted my position but Zain continued to follow me repeatedly and my body ended up stuck on the wall.

"What the hell?" I sewed on Zain, yet he was still with his previous expression. Expression that cannot be interpreted.

"Let's talk about the deal. I'll give you whatever you want."

"Astaghfirullah, Zain!" I clenched my hands together in front of Zain's face and tightened my upper and lower teeth, furious with the man who was now cornered on the edge of the wall.

"I don't want money, I want something else!" my words are full of emotion. Upon seeing Zain nod in response to my request, I immediately placed both my hands on the right and left sides of Zain's head then ....

"Aw, Rayya let go!"

Zain screamed after I pulled both sides of the hair on his head, leaving evidence of some hair being plucked in both hands.

"More times I'll do the same, if you want to make another deal with me!"

"The boy!" Zain snorted in annoyance, his hands unceasingly rubbing the side of his head that I just grabbed.

"You think you're an adult? Toying with other people's feelings you think is a mature attitude! Just because you can make a lot of money, then you think you're an adult! Move aside! These kids hate adults like you!"

Zain gave me no wiggle room, I finally pushed Zain's chest with my two hands. His body was also bent backwards. Unfortunately, Zain held both of my arms until I fell over Zain.

Within a distance of only a few inches left, made my heart understand the emergency situation. He knows when it's time to pound, even in the wrong moment. Ish.

"Can't get out? You are so heavy!" he said after staring in the other direction, but his hand was still tightly gripping my wrist.

My accusation managed to get Zain to stare at me, with the eye code from me Zain immediately released his hand so that I could rise from above his body.

"You're the one playing victim!" Zain did not accept and accused me.

"You hold my hand!" I don't want to give up.

Zain and I fell silent after the incident, and I heard Zain sigh a few times. Until I started the conversation again.

"It shouldn't be necessary to marry me if you don't like this matchmaking." I took a breath before continuing my words, "We'd better end things before we get hurt. I don't want to force it if you don't want it. I'll tell Mama Renata that I want our farewell. Let you not be wronged," I said grudgingly as I pressed my arms against the pillar of the house.

"We will not be separated. My parents couldn't have let that happen. They like you a lot." Zain's voice sounded from behind me.

His parents had no idea what his son had done to his son-in-law. If you knew maybe they'd let me out of a marriage that felt like a shackle.

"Did you like me too much?"

"Yes." Yeah."

"Pope should marry me if she likes me so much. Why should I marry the banana tree's son."

"Jeez, Rayya! Couldn't you, seriously?"

I turned to her who was looking at me, "You can't, seriously like me?"

I always enjoy changing Zain's face every time I ask him something, like right now, Zain is so nervous with just that question.

"No, can!" answer after looking down. Zain understood where I was talking, Zain should also know where my heart was going, so the banana tree let me drift alone.

"Because of that woman? If you like it so much, I can help you get together. But you have to promise, you have to divorce me before that."

I look tough, but believe me, something's broken to pieces even though it's never been seen. If my feelings are unrequited, at least there are other feelings that are happy with my decision.

"We will never be together, he has become the property of another man. I didn't want to be with the woman who left me for treasure either" Zain's voice sounded bitter, perhaps the wound was so deep, but he shouldn't have ventured it on me. I don't know anything.

"Are you not the same? Judging others with money!" At first glance I saw Zain glancing at me with the tail of his eyes.

"Judge my sincerity with money." Back the clear feathers slid from the corner of the eye, I had never found myself whiny before meeting Zain.

"The reality is so!" when I checked my face.

"Do you want me to pity you, with the drama of your tears?"

"Hm. I feel sorry for myself too. I only dream of a little happiness with a husband who has promised before God to accept me for who I am. However, the storm hit before I was ready to stand on my own feet on the boat. Of course I'm shipwrecked."

"Don't talk about things that don't reflect you. Doesn't fit."

I looked up at the stars in the sky, pushing away the tears that were ready to slide faster. True, Zain said, this does not reflect me, I am not a weak woman. Allah will not test his servant beyond his limits. God chose me for this test, because I can, I can get through it.

"What's my future? I'm a victim here too. If I don't have any good intentions, we better split up, I can't be like a shirt!"

"Shirt?" It seemed like Zain was asking very seriously.

"Just be quiet, even if it's always hanging."