The actor? Who's Afraid!
The Narrow World

Sip the coffee from the lip of the cup slowly because it is still too hot. I sat alone in the corner of the restaurant while scanning around me. I am waiting for Jamil right now. Ten minutes I wasted because the man never showed me his nose. I got permission from Zain with great difficulty.

"Yes, Rayya!" call the man wearing a black suit with black glasses perched on his nose.

I turned to the right and to the left, making sure Rayya's name, which he called, was correct. After making sure that there was no one around me I forced myself to look at the man who was still standing gallantly in front of me with a table divider.

"You, calling, me?" I asked him that, to confirm my name which has been called by his baritone voice.

"Yes!" he said firmly, while removing the glasses he was wearing. Instantly my eyes were stunned by the God sculpture on his face, which resembled the bodyguard cast in the drama K2.

After the glasses he kept in his upper pocket, he unbuttoned his suit in the elegant style of a giant corporate CEO somewhere. Then rewind the seat nearby and sit on it after that.

"You, who?" ask me carefully. Because I have no appointments with anyone in this place, other than with Mr. Jamil.

"I, Jamil, Ma'am!" his answer still retained his mysterious aura.

I tried to deny the man information. There is no way the man with a height of 182 cm was named Jamil. Even the man now restores his hair styled in a short and spiky style, like the prosecutor in a suspicious partner drama.

"I'm actually Jamil, Ma'am!" Like being able to read the doubt on my face, the man in front of me pulled out a business card with the name he mentioned. I raised one eyebrow while reading the business card.

"You, have no desire to change your name to Ja Mil Wook. For example?" I propose a cooler name in my opinion, especially with the style that is like an actor from the ginseng country.

"That's the name my parents gave me, Ma'am. Although my name sounds local, but I am quite proud of my international face," he said proudly. I responded by nodding.

"With an international face, you. Why not just be an actor?" I again proposed a job that I thought was right for him.

"I like my profession now. With this profession, I've disguised myself as a bodyguard, prosecutor, magician, shop owner even I've disguised myself as a prince." Ma'am."

I nodded back to hear his explanation. There is nothing wrong with a person's profession if he loves his job. The most important thing is that the work is halal and does not oppose the sharia that has been regulated in the religion and does not harm anyone.

"Sir, I feel like I'm in interrogation, right? As a detective, I should be able to keep personal data well. Why would I want to answer an unfortunate question from his mother."

Ja Mil oppa said, as if blaming me. In fact, if not answered anyway, I'm okay, at least, just a little maksa.

"Oppa, please order food. Let me do the deal." I switched the conversation. The man in front of me even frowned.

"O-oppa?" He repeated my previous call in stark fashion.

"It seems, our age is not too far away. Plus, the father's call doesn't match the face, Oppa, which is international." I spoke while laughing awkwardly. However, the man who was in front of me was glazed over. Maybe he's the only detective that involves his feelings at work.

After ordering some food and waiting for the waitres to serve our lunch. I expressed my intention to end our cooperation as detectives and clients. I guess I don't need any information regarding anyone else that has nothing to do with me and Zain.

"Yes, Oppa. I am also very grateful. And this is the payment that we agreed to before," I said, handing out a brown envelope with a cash in it. Without counting it, Oppa immediately put the envelope into his pocket.

"I believe the same, Ma'am." Oppa can read my mind. I gave her a smile for her trust.

"Hi, Dam!"

When I was focused on enjoying my food, I heard oppa greeting someone. I took my seat, and the man she called was just a few steps away from our table. As familiar with that face.

Oppa stood up from his seat to hug the kindly tall man with his smile. The two threw each other pleasantries. After that, the man who had just come looked at me with an inexplicable look.

"Rayya, right?" The man pointed his index finger at me.

"Me, Adam. We met in the hospital when you passed out, after the accident that hit you and one of my employees."

I immediately remembered after the man who claimed to be named Adam explained in detail the previous incident.

"You know each other?" ask oppa Ja Mil Wook to me and Adam, of course. Adam answered with a 'yes' while I nodded my head.

"This is a restaurant, Bang Adam?" I asked who was unaware before. The man responded with a smile and a lazy nod.

"You know each other too?" Now Adam asked me back and oppa Ja Mil. We answer with the phrase 'yes' compact.

"Kok, aren't you guarded by your protective husband?" ask Adam again. This time he just asked me. I was confused to respond, because the results of my analysis of Adam when he first met and now are different.

"My husband is working hard for a living" I replied briefly.

"How's Aunt Wanda saying, I haven't seen her in a long time." Oppa asked a question, making Adam immediately distracted from me.

"Alhamdulillah, good mother. The phone will stop by here before you go to the hospital, you should wait a minute, so you can see your mom" said Adam.

I actually felt awkward, sitting between two strangers without my mahram's supervision. However, my tongue was too faint to just withdraw from the presence of the two men who were busy discussing something that was not my realm to join in talking.

"That's my mom" said Adam. My eyes followed where Adam and Oppa were headed.

A middle-aged woman wearing a peach-clad blouse was walking up to our table. A white coat he hung on his left arm that was carrying a bag. The longer, the more obvious the figure becomes as it gets closer to our table.

I turned a blind eye, watching the events that confirmed that the world was so narrow. Isn't she Tasya's mother? How did Adam call her mom? Then detective oppa called her aunt? Do they know each other?

Die, I ....