The actor? Who's Afraid!
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"Assalamualaik."

"Waallaikumussalam."

Zain and the woman in the white coat answered my greetings together. When viewed from the clothes and stethoscope popping out of his pocket, I made sure he was a doctor. But what does this have to do with Zain and Tasya? Why doctors talk about the patient's past.

"Tante, she's my wife."

The woman standing before Zain was shocked, her face depicting the same expression when she first saw me when she answered the greeting.

"You're married?!" The gaze of the woman whom Zain addressed as aunt, directed at Zain and then at me alternately. Zain nodded slowly to confirm his answer.

I greet his helping hand, kissing the back of the hand solemnly as a tribute to the elder. Her eyes glazed over as she looked at me, then stroked my face like a mother.

"You're so pretty." Praise him while smiling. "What's your name?"

"Rayya, Auntie." I answered briefly.

What's with this one doctor, is his heart in trouble? Why are you so often surprised. What, is something wrong with my name?

"What's your full name?" He kept asking questions.

"Why Auntie?!" I who was curious with a surprised expression on his face, asked back.

The woman who was still holding my hand shook her head slowly. "You remind me of my daughter." He took a deep breath, then exhaled slowly.

Hearing his words, I remembered the figure of Bu Endang before. "What are you, Tasya's mother?!" I care for that woman.

He gave an answer by nodding, stroking my cheek gently again before finally saying goodbye to me and Zain and then out of the ward.

"Married to me, because I look like an ex?!" I walked closer to the bed where Zain was lying, folding his hands in front of his chest. Then sit on the edge, right under his feet.

Even though I knew the purpose of Zain marrying me, I still felt jealous. I was chosen because my face looks like the woman who once filled his heart. Zain did not dodge my accusation, instead he raised one corner of his lips to form a mocking arch.

"One the same!" it was her response that confused me.

"You married me for the same reason. Because I look like a K-Pop idol whose picture you make wallpaper hp." he said as if accusing me of being full of sin. I am clearly confused by his accusation.

"You checked my phone?!" I hide the nervousness behind the anger.

"You are the one who often gave me your love! Pretend forgot?!"

Now I cannot escape. Subjecting his gaze, so embarrassed to look at my husband's face. Wrong me, why still use the photos as a phone screen decorator after married.

"Here!"

Slowly but surely, I followed Zain's hand instructions for me to come closer and sit next to him.

"Give me your hp." His hand looked up at me, waiting for the thing he asked to move into his hand.

I gawked at the screen of my phone after Zain returned it again, my gaze switching between the screen and Zain.

"Your husband is more handsome than the other pictures on your phone" he said with a smile, a picture of his face now filling the screen of the object in my hand. Zain, can be narcissistic too. So pingin does not make bucin.

Zain further complicates the puzzle, he who often smiles, in fact, does not hesitate to laugh at me different from the mama's speech. Zain is also not a typical introvert man as expressed by Rendi. One more thing, his face did not show any emotion when the woman asked Zain to forgive Tasya. I'm mumet, seriously.

"Why your face?"

"I-I was just thinking, how could you get hurt?" I stammered, knowing that Zain was watching me.

"Randi and I were going to meet outside the office with a client, suddenly there was a little boy running after the ball to the middle of the road. I'm a reflex, rolling over a little, saving that kid from the bumper of the car that's gonna kiss him, and." Zain is pulling his shoulders.

I blinked my eyes many times while listening to Zain speak. It was easy for him to tell me his heroic story with just a little bait.

"Where's mother?! Why let his son play ball on the side of the road? If I have a child, I won't let go of her hand!" cercaku sharp.

"Whose child will you take care of?!"

"Our son!" answer me without thinking.

"Oh." Zain chipped, I responded by forming the letter v using the index finger and middle finger.

Zain watched me closely as I was busy touching my pocket, I took my hand out of it after sticking my index finger and thumb together to form a small heart, a play.

TAK...

I complained after Zain responded to my action with a flick of a finger on his forehead. Never appreciate people trying again. The fate of the bucin is one-sided.

"Mama and papa, do you know Mas Zain here?"

"So, and don't tell me!"

I knitted my eyebrows, hearing his words.

"Why?!"

"We came home this afternoon too, I didn't stay here long!"

"Where are people staying at the Hospital? At least, give the same news mom and dad so they don't worry," I said.

"Just don't tell them, let's not follow anxious."

"Your parents deserve to know your situation." I still cling to my opinion.

"Let them think that if I'm okay, there's no need to bother them again after I grow up, they've been bothered to take care of me as a child."

I was moved by her thoughts just now, not matching the story of mama who said Zain was depressed to want to harm himself just because of a woman.

"What, Mas Zain, ever attempted suicide?" ask me very carefully.

The one asked in surprise, his eyes were puffed up. He seems to understand where the story came from.

"No, I still have faith. Don't listen to my mom."

I was breathing well again, like I was stuck before. Zain clarified that it was incomplete.

"Well a story like that, there's got to be a trigger." I tried to get other information.

"I locked myself in a room not to commit suicide. I just want to clear my mind, mom is the same papa who exaggerates the problem." The intonation is high, indicating Zain is emotionally ignited. Zain is the same, likes to raise problems. No need to doubt, Zain is identical with the way of thinking of both parents.But not Rayya, if giving up halfway.

"Not in the room, but on the edge of the cliff."

Zain was again surprised by my question, he was silent, as if he was arranging the events that mama told me.

"Plesetted," he said briefly. It makes me not happy to hear the answer. He caught my eyes filled with hope that he would tell me in detail.

"Can you help me get to the bathroom?"

Ah, ngeles aja, it was also not spoiled, to the bathroom itself without the help of Rendi. So make me wrong hug people, where more handsome hugged. Fortunately, Rendi was not angry.

"Would you help me? Even dreamy!"

"Yes dear. Soleha's wife is always ready for you" I said with maximum confidence. Just see what Zain will do, after I call him affectionately.

"I am am amused to be called dear by you." Zain shuddered in horror. Of course I'm starting to be immune to his attitude.

The person who asked for help even brisk walking ahead of me, besides his feet are not papa, why ask for help all.

"Rayyah! Here!"

Just about to daydream, I was startled by Zain's voice. I swiftly ran towards her who had entered the bathroom.

"I can't take my pants off with one hand."

I was confused to make a choice, invited to travel.

Wanna not huh?

My brain is full of thumb and index finger emotes under my mouth and raises one eyebrow. Followed emot mouth open with hands covering the eyes but little ngintip.