The actor? Who's Afraid!
Teleportation

"Mas Zain, sure?" I'm just not sure.

"That's great!"

As soon as the door was shut right in front of my nose, the qodarulloh was not very sharp, safe even though Zain closed it without confirmation. This heart, which is not safe, spoiled pingin dielus. Never mind, lots of patient stock. The more cold Zain the more adorable.

"Mas Zain, I'm out for a second, okay?" I shouted from where I was standing, after getting an answer to the word 'yes' I immediately sauntered out towards the nurse's room.

"Sus, can it be?" I started a conversation with a nurse who was reading a patient diagnosis sheet.

"What's up, Ma'am? friendly answer. The woman in the nurse's uniform with a hijab embedded in this purple heart-shaped brooch I estimate is an Army.

He who was sitting, now stands above my height, a little. Maybe seven to ten inches from me. His lips were pink because of the lipglos he pulled back forming a thin arch.

"The doctor who came out of my husband's room a few minutes ago, is he the doctor who handled my husband, Sus?" ask me carefully, so as not to look suspicious when digging up information.

"Not Ma'am, the Doctor who handles Mommy's husband, Dr. Bagus, Orthopedic specialist. Who came out of Ma'am's husband's room, Doctor Wanda, he's a neurologist."

"Ooh." After my 'oh' sentence, panic soon struck, what Zain's nerves were also disturbed, to get treatment from a neurologist.

"My husband's injury is severe, huh, Sus? Until the neurologist must be treated as well?"

"No, Ma'am," he said still friendly with a charming smile. "Suami Mbak only experienced dislocation of the shoulder. A few weeks will also return to normal."

"Alhamdulillah," I said full of breadfruit, then swept both palms on the face.

I was finally relieved after hearing that Zain had only mild shoulder dislocation. After saying thank you, I returned to Zain's ward, with various questions about Doctor Wanda, whose mother was Tasya.

The main purpose of visiting the nursing room, initially was not to seek information about the injuries that Zain experienced. I don't know why I even failed to focus after hearing Zain's name called.

However, asking more about Doctor Wanda seems unethical, if it is not answered at least I must have a strange look. Figuring out through Zain was not a good idea, given his usual expression, as if there was no conversation. Between him and the doctor he calls aunt.

"Where from?"

Having just healed a part of his body, Zain had already been looking at the question with his sharp eyes. One hand that he did not carry, put in the pocket of the patient's uniform. While the wall he uses to lean, with one leg crossed in front of the other leg.

"Against photo?" I asked for release to see his cold expression that ravaged the soul. Zain frowned, following the direction of my eyes that were staring at his pose.

"Is something wrong?" After focusing his gaze on me, he asked again.

"Savage," my praise gave me two thumbs facing up.

"Savage, your head!" whisper it in my ear, then step ahead.

Oh my God, even his slurs make me drunk, want to bite his chubby cheeks.

"Where are you from?" Zain repeated the question without looking back.

"Wash your eyes" I replied originally, completely uneasy, but again got the gaze of Zain's eagle that suddenly turned towards me while walking tailing him.

I was shy of the goat being stared at so by Zain, not realizing that my feet were moving by themselves.

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["I found a good detective for you."] Melda returned to reply to my message with a three-seed stocky arm emot.

Melda supported me, revealing the secret behind the story between Zain and Tasya, plus the words of Doctor Wanda as Tasya's mother that I thought were suspicious. His daughter is married but he wants Zain to right the wrongs.

["Okay."] I also answered Melda's chat after giving emot thumbs.

"Why so?"

I, who was standing on the balcony, gasped at Zain's sudden voice behind me. His eyes took a peek at my hand which rushed to hide the handpone into the pocket. Zain read my chat, right? In the midst of nervousness, I still had time to think about it.

"It can't be, Mas Zain, not constantly testing the health of my heart. What if you suddenly roll to the floor?" My protest with tapered lips.

"What are you hiding from me?"

"Don't lie, I know."

"You what?" I answered with a heart beating.

"You again ...."

Zain hung up his words, making my throat suddenly dry. Even saliva I can't swallow.

"Again staring at my picture?" Zain answered confidently as usual, only, I thought it was strange after entering the Hospital.

"Mas Zain, all right?"

I put the back of my hand on his forehead and read the verse of the chair, maybe something stuck to him after Zain helped a little boy.

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"It's intentional, so I can sleep in one room with me."

At 21:13 Zain was still frenzied, even though his own doctor forbade him to go home, but Zain accused me of looking for an opportunity.

I who was peeling the apple paused for a moment, took a deep breath and released it slowly. Zain keeps pulling my feelings sometimes attention, sometimes annoying.

The apple and the plate I put on the nightstand, grabbed Zain's hand and kissed the back of his hand. "Do'ain huh?"

Zain raised an eyebrow because of me.

"Hopefully congratulations to the destination" I continued later.

"Wanna go home?"

"Yes. Let's not keep scapegoating."

"Home alone?"

"Yes." Yeah."

"It's night!"

"Absolutely fear!"

"With ghosts?"

I imagined the hallway of the Hospital that was langang and deserted. Immediately I turned my head to chase away the scene of the drama sister ngesot.

"Mas Zain wants that, right? I don't want to sleep in a room with me. Assalamualaikum." My pampit then turned around.

"What else, Mom? Mas Zain does not need to destroy me so, my decision was unanimous. I want to go home." I said after feeling Zain pull the end of the pasmina I was wearing.

"Don't be like a kid, very unstable. I didn't want a room with me, after I wanted to go home detained. Nyesel, now?" my monologue is full of confidence.

The smallest hour hand was ticking to the right, I could not hear Zain replying to me or taking off my passport. Initiative, I looked back. Zain was trying hard to hold back the laughter. One hand was still in his cradle with the other hand closing its mouth. Turns out the end of my passport stuck to the bad iron buffer. Aishn ....

I bit my lower lip, closed my eyes and clenched both hands tightly. Someone, can you just drop the power fuse for a second?

"Don't go home, I'm not sure you're at home, with your blood level!"

"Let's just say that the iron bed tells me to hold you back." it went on, making me even more embarrassed.

There really is no teleportation science, so I can immediately nyampe my room.

A little visual of Zain Habibi.