The actor? Who's Afraid!
Do Not Pass the Boundary

"Zinc! The cat gave birth to a cry" she said shortly before handing the flat object in her hand to me.

Fortunately, Zain did not open a chat application that I hurriedly moved on a platform that featured many vidio, Tok Tok. What yes, I opened the vidio cat giving birth?

Zain took a seat next to me, brought his body closer to me who was watching the mother cat taking care of her newborn baby.

"One, two, three, four." Zain counted right behind my ear, forcing me to turn to his serious direction with the phone screen in my hand.

"How many children do you want?" The question made me raise an eyebrow. Plus the smile that now adorns his face. Why am I even afraid of facing Zain like this?

"It looks like Mas Zain, needs to go back to the Hospital. I'm afraid Mas Zain's brain, shear when it falls. We need to do a CT scan of your head."

"Bg ...." Zain throbbed, he raised his hand. The thumb and middle finger form the letter O, I know where the finger will land.

Segara I covered my wide eel with both hands, even one of them still holding a handpone. I won't let Zain do any violence there.

Unfortunately, Zain chose another place that made me widen my eyes perfectly. Between surprise and confusion. My whole body froze for a few seconds, in response to Zain's return action of stealing a kiss from my lips.

"Punishment for you. Because these few days have been avoiding me."

He decided to punish me. Okay fine! Let's build a fortress higher than before. No need to respond to the heart, this is only part of acting.

"My work is done, we go to my mother's house, now," he said quite simply in front of me.

The sound of one hand that is still attached to the eel, invites me to rise from sitting, until he again releases this hand because of the ringing of the phone that makes him feel the pocket of his pants.

"Wait a minute. I picked up the phone from Rendi."

I don't know what they discussed on the phone, I'm not interested in listening to the conversation. What's clear, Zain's mood, is so good. Seen from his smile that continues to expand.

To get rid of the boredom waiting for Zain, I re-opened the handpone, I opened a photo gallery where lately it has always been my goal after Zain accidentally left one of his photos there. Photo of a gummy smile with eyes shrinking in a patient uniform and one hand in a cast.

"Just been left for a while, you're missing, right?"

I tiptoed, turning towards the source of the voice behind me. Zain was crouching, propping up his chin on the elbow he had placed on the hand of the sofa, with thin lines on his lips and eyes that flickered several times.

"Where is it, want me to remove it," my cheapskate, hiding a handpone in his pocket.

"Whatever," he said looks resigned.

"If you miss me, by the way, I'll be right in front of you."

Again, Zain said a hundred and eighty degrees different from his habit, before the accident.

***

"Mom, you've been waiting a long time."

After letting go of the hug I led her towards the sofa. While Zain immediately headed upstairs after greeting mama.

This is the first time I set foot in the house of the woman who gave birth to my husband. A house big enough for two people to live in, even if Zain invites me to live in this house.

"Papa, where, Ma?" my question is still circulating the view looking for a wise man who is usually never far from his wife.

"For there is business with his friends. It was hard, but my mom didn't want it. Mama wants to welcome your daughter-in-law who will come to this house for the first time," he said, making me feel bad.

"Sorry, Ma."

"What about Zain? Are you getting close?" the question is subtle, full of caution.

"Hm" I replied, nodding, I doubt my closeness to Zain. More precisely, Zain's attitude was so drastic to me. I can't guess if we've really become close or just a drama.

Plus, I'm building a fortress to protect my heart. Maybe if the woman in front of me knew I had decided to do so, she would be so disappointed in me.

"Alhamdulillah," the words of breadfruit came out of his mouth, his face filled with a hue of happiness, making me feel even more guilty.

"May you always be together to Heaven."

"Aamiin's."

Mama and I looked at someone who agreed to do'a mama. Zain was coming down the stairs, then sat down next to me and scrambled the top of my hijab. Ok, acting.

"You guys, you're staying at my mom's house, right?" My mom's eyes were begging. I couldn't make a decision, so I turned my eyes to Zain who was looking at me.

"Our house is empty, Ma!" let's say, I'm still silent. Afraid of being wrong when answering, I don't know what punishment I'll receive if I don't agree with Zain, who is increasingly showing abnormal symptoms.

"Rayya and I can play here often. No need to hide."

"Mama doesn't believe you, Zain. If Rayya had not told you about the accident that happened to you, you would have remained silent right? I didn't know mama. You want to go home, go home alone, let Rayya stay here with mama." Mama sulked, her hands she folded in front of her chest.

"Rayya is Zain's wife, Mah. If Rayya's here, then who wants to take care of me at home." My eyes now turned to look at Zain, only this time I was contested.

"Rayyah! Tonight you're at my mom's house, right?"

I looked back at my mom. I who was sitting between the two was confused while scratching the nape that was not itchy. After that it returned to Zain, looking for an answer on his face.

"Rayya .. doesn't seem to be able to, Mah," I replied after receiving a ringing gesture from Zain. Mama looked at me with disappointment.

However, in the end Zain lost in winning the debate. I just follow the flow, not daring to make my own decisions. Which makes me end up in one bed with Zain.

"What's this doing?" ask Zain who just entered the room.

I who was arranging a pillow divided the right and left side of the bed raised my chin, looking at Zain who was standing on the right side of the bed.

"Limiters, let Mas Zain not cross the line that I have fairly divided."

Zain put the book he brought from the outside onto the nightstand. Then lay his body on the right side. His muscular arms he stuck to his forehead.

"If I go through the barrier?" Zain asked after I pulled the blanket to cover my entire body. I thought for a moment, looking for the consequences Zain deserved if he crossed the line.

As a result, I got no idea. I just made a barrier, at first. Without thinking Zain would pass through it, let alone the last time we were in a room while in the hospital, Zain looked so hateful to me.

"Don't try to cross the line!" I warned.

"You taught me to cross the line."

For the second time I undo the intention of hiding my entire body under the blanket. Looking towards Zain who first tilted his body towards me.

"It's just a pillow. Which I can kick easily!"

The pillows were now scattered on the floor, as Zain got closer to me.

Wanna what?