The actor? Who's Afraid!
Baper

"I've never been quiet, Mas Zain?" I lied, actually, yes. I am trying to keep my distance so that this heart does not get more turbulent when I face him.

"In addition, where there are days, in the morning I always call you in the room for breakfast, for lunch and at night I do the same. The feeling of Mas Zain, time." Again, I tried to suggest Zain.

Zain just kept quiet, did not respond to my words, also did not shift from the place of the goods an inch. It makes me angry because of this situation.

"Mas Zain, where are you going? I don't know what Mas Zain wants to wear!" I went back to the monologue, hoping that Zain would make a choice as soon as possible so that I could leave his room. Where the skin of our hands touch each other again, ish ....

"What do you think I fit in?"

"All fit, Mas Zain remains charming wearing any outfit." Because of my answer just now, these two hands immediately shut their sloppy mouths. Now I sound like I'm seducing her, right?

I did not dare to twist my body to see his facial expression. The atmosphere became so silent with the clockwork backsound. What kind of situation is this?

"Is this what makes me charming? Which makes a woman unable to reject my proposal?"

His hand stretched out past my shoulder, picking up a tosca-blue shirt. Instantly my thoughts floated at the first time I saw Zain coming to propose to my guardian. He put on his shirt by rolling both arms up to his elbows.

Oh my God, what else is this? When I decided to give up, I was reminded again at the beginning of accepting this marriage.

"Rayya!" call him, make me jolt from the daydream.

"Can you help me wear it?"

This time especially? From yesterday Zain can do it himself without my help!

Now that Zain and I were facing each other after I twisted my body, the shirt was already in his hands. Maybe because I was so busy in the past, it made me not realize Zain had taken the shirt off his hanger.

"here." I took the shirt out of Zain's hand, slowly helping to put it on starting with his right hand still in a cast, then left hand and ending with the buttoning of his shirt.

"Please roll them up!" Zain stretched out his left hand, I immediately obeyed the desire, I finished by rolling the right, then to the left.

Okay, done. Time to get back away from Zain. I don't want to get dissolved in the gegana, if I continue to be around him.

"I'll wait at the dinner table" I said, and soon moved out of his presence, but Zain blocked my wrist.

"Otherwise?" tanyaku.

"You're gonna let me keep wearing towels?"

Zain made his face look clear, whereas I could only exhale in annoyance. I turned back to face the closet, picking up the same black pants, like the one Zain used that night.

"Pake himself" I ordered, handing the pants over to his left hand. "It's too much if I should also help you wear it. Zain was not a spoiled child. Even from yesterday, I could do it myself" I said deliberately hurt his ego.

Sure enough, this time Zain did not say a word, when he saw me wander from his room. I walked towards the kitchen with a tight chest, because my attitude was against conscience.

Fifteen minutes, I've been waiting for Zain for that long at the dinner table, but Zain hasn't come down. Is Zain sulking, because I didn't help him with his pants? Ish ...

Impatiently because thirty minutes had passed in vain, I decided to go back upstairs, approaching Zain. Not half the way, I surprised the look of Zain who went down the stairs using his sunglasses.

"What?" her question that saw me lean against the wall and stared at her from a distance with her arms crossed in front of her chest.

Zain halted his steps, his cheerful glowing face was now flat. His hand grabbed the black glasses from the spot, releasing then looked at the black lens and blew air from his mouth. I thought he was going to put those glasses back on, apparently just keep them in his pocket.

"Is there a masseuse as handsome as me?"

I don't know why Zain suddenly became narcissistic after an accident, I guess because there is a genie attached to him so I read the verse chair. It turns out that the verse of my chair is not quite influential, should I read one letter of Al-Baqarah until it is finished?

"Follow me, we go to the office!" the question is as good as the eel, even though he himself said he would not go to the office. Rendy will also definitely come just like the previous days.

"Go alone, I'd better have breakfast. Thirty minutes I wasted waiting for you to pick your glasses," I refused firmly, without waiting for his approval I turned right and went back to the dinner table.

I took the cutlery, filled the plate with one rice barrel and the side dish. Zain, who was following my steps, pulled the chair beside me to his feet, and then comfortably threw his butt in the chair.

"I want that!" point it at the tofu bacem I cooked this morning. Lazy to argue with him, I immediately obeyed that. Though the initial intention, I took it for myself.

"You didn't bribe me?" His brows furrowed as I placed the plate that had contained his rice and side dishes before Zain roughly. I turned the bored eyeballs, pulled one of the chairs and sat face to face with Zain.

"Rendy called, she couldn't get home, so I decided I'd come to the office. After all, I'm not sick just to go to the office. You're coming, huh? Help me check the files I need to approve today!"

I round my eyes with his invitation. Zain who suddenly opened up with his activities alone had surprised me, now coupled with taking me to the office. What am I gonna do?

"I don't know anything about your work, Mas. Why am I coming?" I refused Zain's invitation while bribing him.

Today, actually I have agreed to meet with Mr. Jamil directly. He wanted to speak to me face-to-face about the results of his investigation the past few days.

"You don't come, who drives?"

Fortunately I have fortified this heart, when Zain suddenly invited to the office. Baper no. It just needs a driver.

"Although I'm with you, there's no driving." I sniffed my shoulders, pulling one end of my lips back. Convince Zain that I can't fulfill his wish.

"You must stay!"

"Street?"

"Can you order a taxi online."

"Okay, I ordered."

Zain frowned again as I put the spoon on the plate, then picked up the phone lying on the table. Before I touched the car icon, Zain placed his hand directly above the screen. Makes me take my eyes off the flat object to his face.

"You want to accompany me, don't you?" The intonation of his voice was so soft, it made me blink my eyes many times.

This time, I can't win a debate with Zain. I was forced to postpone my meeting with Mr. Jamil until I returned home, after accompanying Zain to the office.

After finishing breakfast, Zain and I waited for a taxi order on the front porch. Instantly, I was startled with a hand that was coiled around my waist, slowly dragging my body until it was completely tight with the body of the man who was looking at me so deeply.

My heart seemed to stop functioning, without giving me time to understand the situation, Zain had landed a kiss on my lips.