The actor? Who's Afraid!
A Shield

"Mas!"

I followed him out of the room. Because of his rapid pace, I had to run a little towards him who was walking to the front porch. Arriving at that place I rested under Zain who was sitting on the terrace bench holding a forehead.

"It hurts, huh?" I wiped his lower lip with his thumb. Zain did not look angry at all, but why did he suddenly leave.

This hand activity was again stopped. His five fingers were linked with my fingers, being smelled several times by the back of my hand by him.

"Why, Mas?" I asked gently, hoping that my behavior earlier was not the reason Zain suddenly came out of the room after I pushed him a little.

"You won't know how a man feels holding back his desires." whispered in my ear, which was immediately responded by all the fine hairs around the nape of the neck. Maybe my cheeks have also been blushing, because I felt the heat there.

"You see, I'll keep my distance from Mas Zain."

"That's not a solution at all. I won't let you stay away from me."

Bucin made me forget the previous words. There is no longer a term husband and wife do not kiss in the open. Now, whenever my husband wants it is a command for me.

TRAKZ....

The sound of glass breaking in together with a shout rang out, right after Zain was about to enjoy his lip game. Zain and I looked at each other in surprise. After that, there was a noise knowing the motorbike pot drove away from the area where we lived.

"Sister Tasya!" I muttered, when I realized the previous voice came from the house next door.

"May I approach him?"

"I'll come with you" he said with a nod.

It didn't take long, Zain and I were on the porch of Tasya's sister's house. Ms. Endang also seemed to be running in a hurry to get to us. It turned out that the sound was heard to the house of Miss Endang.

"How is Tasya doing?" Miss Endang is so concerned. His eyes combed on the scattered glass. Maybe an object hit the window glass so hard that the sound was heard a few meters from the location.

"We don't know yet. Brother Tasya did not answer our call" I replied, trying to open the door but locked from the inside.

Understanding my predicament, Ms. Endang ordered me and Zain to step away from the door. He himself walked away from the door, then faced it again. After a few breaths and throwing it away, he came back to the door with a little run. As a result, only one time the door kick was open. The real strong women's.

Without waiting for anyone's orders, I immediately entered Tasya's house after the door opened. Tasya was sitting with her knees hugged on the floor next to the sofa. Her long, unbroken hair covered part of her face which she hid between her knees.

"Everything will be fine, Brother," I said after embracing the body curled up with a tremble. No response from Tasya.

Miss Endang who was behind me immediately took out a shabby paper beside Tasya, a large stone was also next to the paper. Maybe it was the stone that was used to put the paper through the glass. The 'actor' sentence is written very large with a bright red color smelling of blood rancid.

A glass of water was in the hands of Ms. Endang after a while she entered the house. With his huge body, he forced to squat in alignment with the height of the three of us. Her hand gently stroked the top of Tasya's hair which responded by raising her head.

"Drink first!"

"Mas!" I was surprised when Zain who had been standing at the door finally approached us slowly.

"Zayn?!"

I turned my head as soon as Tasya recited my husband's name. The previously flat face now showed sadness. His eyes began to glaze over. It didn't take five seconds, now Tasya has stood up and scattered his body into the arms.

"Rayya!" Like understanding the situation, Ms. Endang immediately grabbed me who was shaken to see my husband embraced by his ex.

"Patience, Son. It was just an impulsive act, because of the incident that was happening to Tasya. No need to put it in the heart."

"Where should you put it, ma'am?"

"It should be inserted into the heart, kidneys, intestines, lungs or stomach. Not to the heart."

I nodded in response to Ms. Endang's words. However, it seemed that Zain did not take the initiative to release that hug from him in the near future. For a long time my eyes could not see the scene. I turned my gaze towards the glass fragment that I think is currently the same shape as my heart.

"I'm going home, Mom."

Ms. Endang kept her fat body away from me. Makes me more willing to stand up. I was indeed about to leave this house, however, my steps came to a halt as Zain grabbed my hand as I passed by.

Maybe I've become a bod*h, like a buffalo poked in his nose. Now I'm closer to the two who are hugging like Teletubbies. I hate Zain, with Tasya and. All I did was throw my face away as Zain kept looking at me, but not take off the hug from the other woman in front of his wife.

"WHAT THE FUCK!" shouted a tall man as he reached the door. His eyes fiddled to see his wife in the arms of another man. The anger was so obvious from his firm jaw. I know what the man in the black suit felt.

I saw Tasya flinched at the sound, by itself he broke down Zain's embrace and took a few steps back. In contrast to her husband, she instead approached Zain. One of his big hands was clutching the shirt my husband was wearing, the other was ready with a fist beside his head.

Before the raw bogem hurt my husband's face, I used my body as a shield. Three, two, one, I count down with my eyes closed. When I opened my eyes, the fist was wrapped in both of his wife's clasped hands.

"I can explain everything, Mom." Tasya was begging the man. The gaze became so gentle that it swept across his wife's face. However, his grip on my husband's shirt has not changed.

I understand Zain can't do anything about this situation. One of his hands was still wearing a cast, and the other one he had wrapped around my stomach as I tried to protect him. Not wanting Zain to be intimidated for longer, I immediately did an idea that suddenly flashed by. I did not spend the moment when the man was caught off guard, looking at his wife's face.

"Bismillah."

"Nrank ...." His screams sounded slashing. Along with the release of the hand from the clothes in his grip. His eyes were fixed on the tooth carving that was sculpted symmetrically on the arm. The wife did not stop blowing and rubbing the arm alternately.

"Are you a cat, why bite me?!"

His mouth only let out one pet, but I know, his eyes took out many other pets.

connect first yes ....