The actor? Who's Afraid!
Attacked Ants

"When have we had a big baby?"

In the middle of breakfast, papa uttered the phrase. The goal is certain, making fun of Zain who had been stared at earlier. I, who was feeding Zain, became a little awkward in front of my two in-laws.

"Just let's go, Pa. Zain's hand is sick." Mama interrupted. While Zain, looks cute even though he is being the subject of conversation.

"Every night can hold a stick. After returning from the mosque, Zain had disturbed the cat in front of the house that was doing breeding, before finally pretending to take a book and enter his room. Why is this morning suddenly unable to hold his own spoon?"

UHUKIS....

Papa's information, got Zain choking. Immediately I pat his back, after thrusting a glass of water in front of him.

"Name is also a business." Mama chimed in, making the son choke a second time.

After breakfast is over, maybe I should ask Zain a lot of questions.

***

"There are a lot of mosquitoes here, huh, Mah? Lots of lavender flowers!"

After breakfast, Zain deliberately avoided me. Makes me delay questioning the meaning of the information you gave me.

Because I was confused about what to do, I met my mother who was caring for flowers in the front yard.

"That's my favorite flower, Zain." My mother answered without looking at me. His hands were busy pruning yellow leaves on one of the neatly lined orchid flowers.

I just nodded in response, though invisible to mama. There's a lot I don't know about Zain. I think he was just a hobby of pondering on the back porch of our house, while observing the buds of a tree that has now grown some leaves.

"Mama and papa thought, after you get married, this house will be more crowded with the presence of one more person. Turns out Zain had prepared the house without our knowledge."

Mom's voice slowly approached me who was crouching in front of a purple lavender flower. In his hand there is a kingpin, a large teapot-shaped tool for watering plants.

"Often play into this house," he said again, after pouring water from the tool on the clump of lavender flowers.

"Yes, Mah," I answered briefly.

"You want, you can stay here too. This house is too big for both of us to live in." Mom looked at the house in front of her. As I followed my eyes, Zain was watching us from the balcony of the room upstairs.

"Ish .. if you see the boy mama so want to pinch his kidney. Always make decisions without discussing first, whether he considers what we are." Mom's voice sounded furious. I don't know what he's talking about this time.

***

"De, you better take a quick shower. I'm gonna drop by the office today."

Just getting into the room, Zain immediately hugged me from behind. It seems he predicted my arrival.

"If you want to go to the office, just leave, Mas. Why wait for me to take a shower?"

"We have to go to the office together."

"Well? I'm bored! Waiting for Mas Zain to do office business that I don't understand."

"Kok, that's it, anyway?" Zain let go of his embrace, twisting my body so that it was now facing each other.

"I'm also waiting for you to finish taking care of the flowers with mama, I'm not complaining about being bored at all!"

I scratched my forehead, trying to remember where the mistake lay from my previous speech. It's just the more dizziness I get, not answers.

"I'll take a shower first." Pamitku and immediately left in front of Zain, who looked at me with an annoyed face.

My hand reached out to him before I actually moved from where I was standing.

"okay! Let's finish it now!" I jerked my hand until Zain's grip slipped. Before Zain got back to him I first folded my hands in front of his chest.

"Mas Zain, all this time lied to me by pretending not to be able to do activities with the right hand. Meaning what?"

"I never pretended. You yourself want to get close to me, pretending to help me. Remember right? I said I could eat by myself? You who don't want to be away from me, why accuse me?"

I gasped, thinking back to that moment and after that Zain never once asked for my help. I was the one who always offered to help her. Why do I feel annoyed by papa's words at the dinner table?

"I've never pretended, Mom. I'm sincere in helping you."

"But .. papa says sema_"

"No need to think about papa's words. Whatever I do, shouldn't you be happy, because your goal of approaching me is achieved?" Pinched both of my cheeks, the smile of victory was so visible on his face.

"Mas Zain, who teased me all day yesterday. Why do I feel that I have seduced first" I murmured to myself.

"My wife pretended to be innocent" he said after successfully clutching my body into his arms.

"Every night, I told you. It is you who always seduces me, always shakes my faith."

"I don't feel that way!" My mouth is still trying to deny even though it cannot be evaded in my heart. I always wanted to be close to Zain. However, I've been making a distance with Zain these past few days.

"I'm sorry, for your concern for me, so that I feel loved. Thank you for making me the luckiest man to have you."

My heart trembled listening to what Zain said. I also feel like the luckiest woman because Zain has chosen me among the millions of beautiful women in this country.

Without asking for permission, I buried my head even more in the chest of his field. Inhaling the scent of perfume attached to his body while listening to the rhythm of his beating heart. No different than my own heart.

"Bath hunt," he ordered, but I ignored and intensified the embrace.

"Five more minutes."

"I'm late, De!"

"It's too late!"

It sounded Zain sighing, however, still letting me linger in his arms. A few times in this head.

"De, during our marriage, maybe I can't promise that I won't make you cry. But I promise you, I will always try to make you happy."

In my heart I knew what Zain was saying.

"De, the ants started attacking me, they misunderstood me, thinking I mastered their sweet food. I just hugged my wife."

I smiled at the first conversation my husband said. Twenty-door refrigerator that was lost somewhere. I'm still not willing to let go of the hug, but whatever the power, I don't want my husband to be attacked by the ants.

"Why pout?" Zain asked when he saw my face just after I broke down the hug.

I just still want to linger in his arms. However, it was different that Zain had in mind when he looked at me with a gloomy face. Zain cut the distance between us, making it easier to exchange saliva.

"We've been fighting together for a week. I was also struggling to quell the turmoil that actually made me angry. I know, it's not your will. But if you keep acting like this, I can't seem to wait a week."

I understand what Zain said. Before it actually happened, I immediately ran away from him.

"I take a shower first" I shouted before entering the bathroom.