The actor? Who's Afraid!
Zain Jealous

I sat listening to Zain's scolding on the edge of the bed with my head down. Fortunately, Zain did not vent his anger when there was Adam.

"Oh, so I haven't picked up the phone, the chat is still blurry, because it's cool with other men? The husband himself is ignored, his orders are not obeyed. You know, De, a good wife's attitude is not like this. Do you want to be labeled as a wife who dur ...."

"Sst." I quickly moved, this index finger locking Zain's mouth that spoke as well as he could without giving me time to defend myself.

"Mas, I'm sorry. I was wrong, I promise you this is the first and last time." I seriously promise, my heart also feels uneasy after knowing there are so many calls and chats from Zain that I did not respond because the handpone is in silent mode.

My apology didn't make Zain better. Fingers attached to the lips are kept away, then returned to narrate.

"Why come home with another man? You as a wife, must be able to keep your marwah in the presence of a man who is not a mahrom. Where did Rayya go that amazed me for not being in contact with other men besides her husband and mahrom? After I confess my feelings, why are you alone with another man. Do you want me to raise the war flag again?"

Immediately I poured into the arms of the man who was burning with jealousy. I do know Zain's patience is as thin as a tissue, but I just found out Zain is also so jealous.

Explaining that I wasn't alone with Adam, I guess it would only make him more angry. It is better to keep away the topic that is now making it burn with emotion.

"sorry. I'm sorry, Mas. I'm ready to accept the punishment, if it makes Mas Zain feel better."

Zain returned my embrace, softly smelling this top of the head. At the same time, the more I submerged my head in the chest of his field, while listening to the rhythm of his heart racing so fast.

"I can't punish you, who are, I feel being punished by you. Why is it taking so long a week?"

Hearing her words, my body suddenly stiffened. I feel like I can't lift my face from where I'm hiding in shame. So anxious, I deliberately pinched his chest.

"Don't wake the starving lion, De. You can be attacked without cue." He heard her crisp laughter. I couldn't return her words, all I did was tighten my arms.

"Don't repeat, huh? You're making me worry."

"What's this about, Mom? The pinch that woke the lion?"

"Everything. I don't like you being ushered in by another man. I don't see anyone staring at my wife's face other than me. You're not fucked up, are you?"

"No Mas. Rayya could only be touched by Mas Zain."

"Hm, it seems like from now on, I won't let you out of the house alone. I'll drive you wherever you go. I don't want this day to happen again." Zain was still discussing the thing that he knew when he would end. I can only sigh. This is how it feels to be possessive.

"Your cellphone is broken? Why don't you return my message?"

"From last night I was silent, Mas. I don't want the notification sound coming into my phone to wake you up. It turned out that I forgot to rearrange it, so I don't know, Mas Zain kept calling me. Sorry, Mom, next time I won't repeat."

"I'm sorry too. I shouldn't be angry before I listen to your explanation. I was so worried when my call was never raised. I'm afraid something bad happened to you. I'm afraid of losing you, De."

"I won't go far from my husband. Wherever my husband lives, I'll be with him. Difficult or happy, God willing I will remain beside Mas Zain. To Jannah." Zain and I agree together.

"You know what, De?"

"So!"

"Dengerin first!"

"Your legs were attacked by ants again?" Now I'm gonna raise my face after I think my heart's back to normal.

"Mas Zain, say it over time."

"Oh." Zain grieved, I responded with a smile. Before his patience disappeared I shut my mouth. Trying to listen to what he's going to say.

"As long as I build a business, to me you are the greatest benefit I have received from my hard work."

I scrunched my forehead. Zain smiled with satisfaction, seeing me bewildered.

"You are the most beautiful gift of God I have ever had. If I'm not Zain as I am today, would you accept my proposal?"

"Mas, I will accept you, no matter what your condition may be when it comes to me. For indeed God has juxtaposed our names in lauful madfuz, fifty thousand years before God created the earth itself."

"I love my wife who always thinks grown up." He cupped two hands on my face, then pulled this head towards him. A kiss landed perfectly on the forehead. I also like my husband who is so gentle, though sometimes temperamental.

"It looks like I wouldn't be confident to propose to a girl as good as you, if I wasn't the current Zain."

"I like you for who you are, not because of the CEO title you hold, Mas."

"Because I look like an idol whose picture you immediately take, when I see it?"

I immediately shook my head, "I got the photocard after months of putting aside the pocket money that Aunt Aira gave me. Of course I was worried if Mas Zain suddenly threw it away."

"Oh." The aura of Zain's face instantly changed. Just a photo that I couldn't possibly reach except in a hallucination made Zain jealous.

"I don't want you to think of anyone other than your handsome husband!"

His words made me laugh, it turns out that people who are engulfed in jealousy can do anything, including narcissistic, admit to themselves handsome.

In contrast to me who was enjoying the jealousy of my husband, Zain pouted. His hands were folded in front of his chest.

It seems that right now I have to ease the jealousy that is filling his heart. I cupped both hands on Zain's face. "It's just a photo, Mas. No one will be able to shift my husband's position in my heart and mind."

Oh God, my husband blushed. Both of her chubby cheeks were flushed. More interesting than that is his eyes. Cheerfulness is seen in the brown eyes.

"Because of these eyes" I said as I swept under her eyelids with my fingertips.

"I see the warmth in it. These eyes are what spoil me, as if telling me to dive deeper."

Suddenly, this finger movement came to a halt as Zain gripped so firmly. My body went cold at once, as if blood had stopped flowing. Heart beat needless to say, he also had to stop a few seconds before finally churning violently.

He placed the hand he held onto his shoulder, while his hand swiftly grabbed my waist and pulled it. Zain slashed the distance again, controlled all the oxygen with no rest until I had trouble breathing.

Several times rebelling turned out not to make Zain finish his activities, until I bit his lips a little, then the pagutan he let go.

"Mas, where are you going?" I half-screamed as Zain moved out of the room.

Is Zain angry?