The actor? Who's Afraid!
Always Zain

"Why not wake me up?"

I protested to Zain, who was setting himself up in front of the mirror.

At 06:45, I rushed down the bed and into the bathroom, immediately taking ablution to perform dawn prayers.

The Prophet had also experienced something similar, skipping the dawn time because of sleeping on safar time (traveling) with his companions. The Shahihnya hadith is narrated by Imam Bukhori number 595.

"It's approaching dawn, why go to sleep again?" Zain blamed me after I had settled my pending obligations.

"I waited for you to come out of the bathroom, to fall asleep," I answered without noticing the other person, busy making up the face I had just worn.

"Mom, papa's home, they're greeting you."

"Waallaikumussalam."

"Kok, early in the morning to go home? I thought they'd stay here again!" I walked over to Zain who was standing in front of the closet. He seems confused about choosing a tie.

"You want a chance, if there's a mama?!" Zain rounded his eyes perfectly, I focused my gaze on finding a tie that matched the shirt Zain was wearing.

"To be more precise, give it a chance" I said, then pointed to a tie patterned line.

"I helped put it on!" I asked half. Zain nodded approving my wish.

"My words last night were serious, I'll return your money, and the agreement, I'll throw it away. I don't need an agreement on paper to do all this. My responsibility to God is more than enough to be at peace with destiny" I said, confusedly positioning the larger or smaller ends that should be at the top.

With such a close distance, I could see the strange gurgle that Zain was showing. Doubt is seen from his net looking up.

"Just use the money, I've given it to you. When are you gonna finish the tie, btw?"

I smiled as I looked at Zain's bead. I've seen before how to wear a tie, but somehow practice is not as easy as theory.

At the end of my hand, Zain put on his own while explaining step by step how to properly wear a tie. I promise myself that tomorrow I will do well.

"Why did Mas Zain lie to me? Rendi, didn't take a call from you, the night after the contract?"

"Today there are no more questions!"

"Then answer for tomorrow!"

Zain was wearing his suit, while I took the initiative to pick up the bag on the table. At first glance I looked at a drawer that was tightly closed maybe even locked.

As Zain exited the room, I immediately followed behind him, carrying his bag. The first thing I did.

"No breakfast?" I said, when Zain does not lead to the dining table but out of the house.

"Already, with mom and dad. Mama prevented me from waking you up earlier."

"At least wake me up for the morning prayer." Secretly I pursed my lips, Zain could not see me, he was more interested in staring at the watch on his wrist.

"Other times!"

I looked at Zain's face twisting his body towards me after being on the front porch of the house, trying to digest the speech intent another time. Does Zain expect me to always wake up?

"Other times, I'll wake you up before the morning prayer" he added, which paused his speech. As if I understood what I was thinking.

I bowed my head to the floor, after Zain caught me staring at his lips as he spoke. I even took one step back due to Zain's sudden hand movements.

I was wrong, I thought Zain was going to snap his finger on my forehead. It turned out that Zain was pulling on the clothes I was wearing until my body was interested, closing in on him with no distance.

I felt his hand that wrapped around my hips gently, then ....

CUPS....

For what? My heart's churning great. When Zain landed a kiss on my forehead. Makes me blink my eyes a few times.

"Move all your things out of my room this afternoon, too" he whispered softly in my ear, after giving Zain hope that my euphoria suddenly evaporated.

"Is this acting?" I am without energy. Zain simply smiled, casually touching my cheek. I froze, for the umpteenth time I doubted myself. Can I enter Zain's heart?

I should not have forgotten the contents of the agreement. I also have to be reasonable, if Zain does this again. O Allah .. Give the servant unlimited patience.

After saying goodbye and saying a word of affection, Zain entered his car, I waved at him until the car he was driving disappeared within sight.

"Life without love, like a garden without flowers, hai, so the poets say. Well, that's what the poets say."

Bu Endang the next-door neighbor hummed by shaking his hips, while watering the trees in the garden in front of his house.

"Assalamualaikum, ma'am." I saluted after standing in front of the yard guardrail. My angry face, I hide behind a smile, after Ms. Endang answered my greetings and teased, with her cie ciee.

"The longer you pay attention, the more similar you are to Tasya" he said, which makes me laugh, who does not want to look like a beautiful girl like Kak Tasya.

"Really!" Miss Endang sounds so serious. His words are like an entertainer to me.

"Yesterday, I said, I look like Bu Endang's youth, now I look like Tasya's sister. We're triplets, dong!" my voice made him laugh.

"Our flock, another strange one," said Ms. Endang to make me curious.

"What a bitch is Mom?"

"Tasya doesn't seem to be human, but an angel."

We laughed again because of the joke. But in my heart, I cried, thinking about Zain again, Zain continued, always Zain. My world is turned upside down because of Zain.

After the discussion and the laughter with Bu Endang was over, I went back into the house. Charging energy with breakfast, is much more important nowadays. Because to look okay requires a balanced intake of carbohydrates, protein, and vitamins. Four healthy, Zain perfect.

"Belg ...."

As fast as lightning I ran outside after hearing the screams from the house next door. It looks like Ms. Endang did the same thing, as evidenced when we looked at each other, then rushed to the house of Tasya who was crying, in front of a box.

It is clear that Tasya was very frightened, from inside the box came a snake. I helped Tasya stand up and calmed him down, while Endang bravely smacked the stick on the snake's head to lifelessness.

"Kak Tasya knows who sent him?" askaku after Tasya calmed down.

He just shook his head, his face still looking pale from the incident. I just took the initiative to hold his hand, until a sight felt to slap me. Brother Tasya's wrist ....

This is impossible!