The actor? Who's Afraid!
Wrong Slap

"I thought I'd get an extra sentence, it was a real punishment, yeah, De!"

Zain grumbled after I said the reason I threw away his clothes was because the scent of Tasya perfume was stuck to the shirt.

"Oh, Mas Zain still want to reminisce about the perfume?" I threw my face away from Zain's gaze, lips pursed like a Pyramid.

Because of the scent of the perfume I suddenly lost my mood. I myself do not understand what has happened to me, maybe the influence of the hormone estrogen during menstruation that makes me childish. Fortunately, Zain's patience stock is high.

"I take a shower first yes, just bring your sultry mouth," he said then rushed to the closet.

I, who originally only wanted to monitor Zain's movements, was emotionally stirred. Some of the contents of the closet burst out, as Zain pulled the towel.

"Mas, if you want to take the towel, lift the one on it, just take the towel. Not directly pulled. It'll be a mess of everything!"

"I'm sorry, I'll fix it again."

"Can't be!" I was angry but approached, "Say later that means it won't happen."

Soon I took the clothes that had fallen to the floor and returned to tidying them one by one.

"Gosh, De. Today it seems like I did a lot of wrong with you. Sorry huh?" His hand was clad in my neck from behind while whispering.

"You want to take a shower, what's a hug?" My intonation is still high.

"It's a hug while taking a shower, can't you, De?"

"Don't wait, Mas!"

"After bathing do not habitually put a towel on the mattress." I warned Zain back.

"I forgot it, discussed it many times."

The sound of knocking on the door is heard from the front. I who was tidying up my clothes turned slightly towards Zain who was still struggling on my back.

"Some one's coming, Mom. Better put on a shirt first, the bath is postponed. We're ahead together."

"Ready! Princess master!" seloroh Zain, tidying his fingers lined up at the temple.

"I'm the prince!" After picking up the black shirt, I immediately handed it to Zain so he quickly wore it.

*****

"Sister Tasya!" call me after the door opens.Tasya smiles at me, but not her husband.

"So, Brother!"

The two entered, after I opened the door wide.

Zain, who was standing behind me, shook Tasya's husband's hand. When the hand was about to catch Tasya's helping hand, I preceded it.

"Not to be weird, Mum." I whispered to Zain. He just shook his head, I don't know what that means.

"We're here to apologize for the misunderstanding. Forgive me for being so emotionally charged at that moment." said the man sitting next to Tasya breaking the silence, which had been quiet for a while before.

"I'm sorry too." Tasya cupped her hands in front of her chest. "What was in my mind made me do what I shouldn't."

Tasya's apology, I don't know why I feel insincere. At that time, Endang and I were nearby first. Why even hugged Zain who was clearly just approaching. Throw the stone directly run, mode.

"Dee!"

I looked over as Zain shook my shoulder. "Yes!"

"That's Ta__"

"What?"

Zain even shrugged his shoulders.

"The bite thing earlier, I'm sorry too. Yes ... Mr." I was a little hesitant to mention a nickname for the man because his face looked so mature.

"Father, the pain is gone. It might just leave a mark afterwards." The man laughed, behind his cold face turned out to be a friendly man.

"As neighbors, we don't seem to know each other yet. My name is Ferdi, if this beautiful woman beside me, you must already know her because my wife is indeed more often at home than I sometimes have to work outside the city."

"I'm Zain, and this is my wife Rayya." Zain introduced his wife with an arm that was embracing my shoulder. For a moment Zain and I looked at each other and smiled.

"May we be good neighbors for the future. And a misunderstanding like this one afternoon doesn't repeat itself." I speak to my bitter heart.

After they introduced themselves to each other, the conversation continued only about the things men liked. From sports, automotive to boasting each other's business progress. It was as if nothing had happened between the two this afternoon.

We as wives just keep quiet and occasionally throw one another julid's gaze, until Tasya and her husband say goodbye home.

"When can we play futsal together." Ferdi patted Zain on the shoulder, this was the third time he said goodbye.

"OKAY. Ready it!" Reply Zain with two thumbs facing up.

Not yet gone from the terrace, Tasya's husband's phone rang again. This time he received the call, unlike before which he always refused because it was so cool to tell Zain.

"Sit down, Brother. Maybe your husband's still a long time."

Tasya accepted my invitation to sit on the porch seat while waiting for her husband to finish his conversation on the phone.

"How old are you, your face looks so young."

"His age is 23, but his way of thinking is very mature. It's my wife's attraction that makes me give my heart to her." Zain who was sitting on the arm of the chair I was sitting on answered Tasya's question.

I turned a little towards him, between a haru and ambiguous feeling, I looked at him who was showing off his gummy smile.

"It may be too late, but I congratulate you on your marriage."

"Thank you." Zain replied again to the words of the woman in front of me who was hiding awkwardness.

"Congratulations to your wedding. Maybe if five years ago you gave me an invitation, I'd say it earlier."

"Our wedding was private, we invited nothing but the closest family."

"May your marriage last all the way to Jannah." I immediately opened my voice before Zain spoke up which could cause heartache. I inserted a small pinch on Zain's thigh so that he did not return to invite an atmosphere that added to the awkward feeling.

A car suddenly stopped at the edge of the fence. A woman got out of the car, hurriedly approached us who were forced to stand following Tasya.

"Mba Lisa," said Tasya, looking shocked.

The more distance we eroded, the woman Tasya called Lisa looked very angry. If that woman named Lisa is Tasya's guest why she stopped her car in front of my house.

The woman stopped right in front of me and Tasya. After staring at the photo in his hand, the gaze turned to me and Tasya then.

PLAQUE....

Without explaining anything, the woman with shoulder-length hair slapped Tasya on the cheek. Not to lose my surprise, the woman raised her hand again. The slap back landed right on my left cheek.

Oh my God, this is so painful, what is my fault?

connect first yes ....