The actor? Who's Afraid!
About the Wounds

"I'm not lying!"

Zain shows two numbers with profiles of two different people in the name of Rendi in his contacts. Zain is like a piece of puzle to me.

"You want to be friends with me?"

Zain squinted, maybe he focused his gaze with my intention of making friends. I had to get close to him, to know how deep the wound was. To see if I can reassemble each piece of puzle.

"Yes, if you don't want to!" I pulled back the hand I hung without Zain's welcome.

"My status, what is it here? Just a paid guy? Even to be friends, it seemed impossible. You're like the moon in the sky, it's hard for me to reach. In fact, I just want to be a star in the same sky, so you know, you're not alone."

Zain took my hand, after I got up from my seat, again told me to sit next to him, staring at the tree buds that had now become his routine.

"You haven't answered my question, yesterday," he said after I was in my previous position.

"Which one?" I looked at him who was sitting hugging his knees. Zain who is so authoritative in his office is inversely proportional to the present. I wanted to hold the body to lean on my shoulder.

"Why accept my proposal!"

I sighed, recalling the first meeting with the man beside me. The bead in her eyes made me fall in love, I saw the shade there. I just didn't expect, deep inside it turned out that the eye was harboring a wound.

"Honest answer, what's a lie?!" my God warms the air that feels frozen.

Zain only screeched, accompanied by a thin arch on his lips. Thin, very thin, maybe only certain people can see it.

"Mas Zain, don't think of me as a wife. Neither is a friend. It seems like even honest answers or lies are no different." I take a breath back.

"I liked you from our first meeting."

At least I can express my feelings, somehow Zain will accept it, I myself am not sure that I will be well-welcomed.

It turns out that this weight recognizes feelings in people we like. I could not look him in the eye after that, until the stars scattered in the sky, became my escape.

"It seems like an apology, will not be able to make up for my mistakes with you, what should I do?"

I gasped at her words, an apology could sound as sweet as this in my ear. I will not melt my heart to the touch of the stars, after this it will surely be thrown down to the abyss.

"Do you want, I ... to transfer some more money to your account?"

I guess that's what's on his mind. Always judge my sincerity with money, money and money.

"Give me all your company assets!" my argument is full of anger. Unexpectedly, Zain even chuckled revealing his line of teeth. I no longer fuss.

"What is Tasya?" my words stopped his laughter. From the look on his face, I know, my guess is correct.

Our adjoining house was not a coincidence, and the covenant? I don't want to guess any deeper, it hurts too much to know why Zain married me. Please, tears ... stay in place.

"You lied to me?" Accused him after a moment of silence.

"You're accusing me of lying about that photo, right? I didn't see her face, just the initials on the wrist!"

"You angry?!" she asked after putting part of her face on her bent knee to see my expression.

"Why should you be angry? I'm nobody here." I blew the top of the bland hijab, still with the same determination, dispelling the earthy tears.

"You're weird! It always crossed the line I had set," he made me turn my head, until our beads clashed against each other.

I only petrified to see the smile on his face that seemed so free without any burden. Why is Zain so happy? When I found out about his secret.

"Want to get some coffee?"

I shuffled back, noticing the strangeness that had happened to Zain. Of course I shook my head, refusing his offer, how about he mix cyanide.

"We need coffee, to accompany a long story," he said, still maintaining a smile on his face as it passed.

Aishn ... Zain's got me in a dilemma between coffee and his long story.

"I'll make coffee." I hurried to my feet and ran ahead of Zain towards the kitchen.

I prepared one cup of coffee for Zain, God willing it is safe without cyanide, even made with all love. After the coffee presented I focused on looking at him, who was sitting in front of me with a table as a barrier. Curious about the sentence that would first come out of his mouth.

"Don't kid!"

The first word said was not in accordance with expectations, but enough to make me proud, Zain praised my coffee. Kamshamnid.

"Why look at me like that?!"

"I count the number of your eyelashes!" kapaku. "I'm waiting for you to start a story, right." Long time no bite his cheek.

After a while, Zain began his story while tapping his finger on the table. I listened carefully, every word that escaped from his mouth like a knife that tore at my heart.

I can feel the pain just by looking at the net. That wound, had turned the man before me into a cold and vengeful figure. I will stay by his side until he finds his identity and happiness again.

"I'll do it!" I convinced Zain that I would help him even though I now knew his purpose in marrying me. With a different concept.

"I'll transfer the money to your account right away!"

Jeez .. I helped him not because of money, I sincerely want to change his view of happiness.

Immediately I moved closer to Zain and sat in the seat closest to him. Trying to talk from heart to heart, that I just want good things in her life.

"Don't talk about money anymore. After I said it, I said I don't need your money. I will do my duty as a wife, not because of the agreement you want. Please, give me a chance."

His face didn't show any expression because of what I said, I understand. The wound made his trust in love disappear.

"You ever say, there's no deal if it doesn't benefit both?"

I shake my head, not to deny what I said. But to convince Zain, I've forgotten about the benefits of the deal.

"I need your trust, it's worth more to me, than your money."

"I'll give you half the shares I own in the company."

I could no longer bear the tears that kept trying to tear down the defensive fort. They just got away with wetting both my cheeks.

The wound made some of Zain's heart harden, believing that all women only want the treasure of his men. He couldn't believe that I really wanted to be in his heart even though he wasn't in his position as company leader.

"Can you just give me a hug?" I said the one who saw him start cribbing as I cried.

"Will you hold me like this, even if I don't cry?"