The actor? Who's Afraid!
The world belongs to both

"Basic lakor!"

After giving a slap, the woman pulled the veil I was wearing.

"I'm not a lasher!" I can't stay silent being treated like that. I immediately grabbed the blonde hair with both hands.

"De, what the hell is this?"

Zain panicked, but could do nothing. Because, me and the woman increasingly gripped firmly what grabbed our hands. Even though she grimaced with the pain, I would not let go before her hand slipped from my hijab.

"Lisa! What are you doing?!" Ferdi who arrived in front of our feud, shouted.

"I'm going to kill*h this mistress of yours, Mom! I would never want to share a husband with a boy like him!" his anger was very upset, his hand was getting stronger pulling my hijab.

"It's just a hijab, but the character is still an actor!"

"If a man has a wife like you, of course all the women out there want to be actors and save your husband from a dapper wife."

"This is my wife, Ma'am. You got the wrong guy!" zain snaps at the woman.

Zain's words like he did not listen, or he was embarrassed because of the wrong target.

"Remove your hands out of my hair!"

"You started first, Ma'am! I'll let go if you take your hands off my hijab!"

"OKAY. We'll let go together after the count of three."

I nodded in agreement to his proposal. Sure enough, after the count of three his hands were released.

"Ac ..." I just took off my hand after the woman screamed. I pulled her hair more and more, thinking she would break her words like in most dramas.

Before his hand reached back for my hijab, Zain got in the way as I did when I was his shield. Emergency hugs are inevitable. In the end, Zain's hair was the victim.

This time it was Ferdi who became the hero for Zain. He dragged the woman away from me and Zain.

"Aren't you papa, De?"

"My cheek hurts, Mas," I whine.

Gently stroked cheeks that may have drawn the fingers of a woman who was fighting with Ferdi. Zain and I didn't take their fuss. We are enjoying our own world.

"How's your hair?"

"It didn't hurt at all, he just pulled my hijab. Mas Zain's head hurt huh, the woman's hand was very strong."

Zain shook his head, however, still curled up the back of his head, while Zain fixed my hijab and some of the haircuts that tried to get out.

"Punish that woman, or I'll sue for divorce!"

Because of his screams, Zain and I took the time to look at them. Looks like the woman named Lisa is really upset. His hand still tried to grab Tasya even though Ferdi was blocking with his huge body.

"I'll never divorce Tasya! I'd rather part with a selfish woman like you, than divorce Tasya!"

"You prefer that actor over your legal wife?"

"I'm not an actor, Ma'am. I'm also his legal wife!" After a long silence, Tasya finally made a sound.

"My status is the same as yours. It's just, Mas Ferdi married you before marrying me. What's wrong with being a second wife, why do you always terrorize our lives as if all the blame came from a second wife and call us actors! I'm not an actor, I'm a second wife, and our status is the same!"

My heart is breaking, hearing the inner voice of the second wife who in our society has always been blamed as an actor. Not all second wives get married by seizing the husbands of other women, some of them just follow their destiny.

"You better go home, Lisa!"

"You dare to yell at me for the sake of that female actor?!" His hand was still trying to grab tasya. But this time Ferdi grabbed that hand.

"Did you forget, who gave you your position and honor? If you don't marry me, you're just a poor man! And the woman you defend, won't want to be with you!"

"And you're a liar! I'll make your life hell!"

Ferdi dragged Lisa to his car. I guess he just drove the woman, it turns out he also went with his first wife leaving Tasya who was still standing sculpting.

Tasya sat down after the car carrying her husband disappeared within sight. The woman hugged both knees while crying. I approached to provide moral support by hugging him.

I looked up to hear my husband's call. He offered his handphone. A message was written on the flat screen. Ferdi simply entrusted his wife to us.

I did not immediately respond to that, it seems that Zain could not make a decision without my opinion.

"I'll reject it!"

When Zain was about to type something on the thing in his hand I stopped by touching that hand. I shook my head so Zain wouldn't do it. Because I remember the woman's threat before they left.

"I can take care of myself." Tasya insisted on returning to her house which was still hollow due to the stone throw this afternoon, after I showed her a message from her husband.

"Stay with us, at least until your husband returns."

With all the explanations from me and the hospitality Zain showed Tasya, he was finally willing to stay in our house. Although my heart now feels a little strange because it will stay one roof with my ex-husband.

*****

"I can help you. What am I supposed to do?"

While I was in the kitchen to prepare dinner, Tasya approached.

"No need, Brother. I'm almost done."

His eyes kept watching me chopping garlic.

"Do you not like it when garlic is seen in vegetables?"

"Yes" I replied without turning my eyes to the knife in my hand.

"I am too."

"Oh, huh? We have a lot in common."

Including loving the same man.

"What equation?"

"Didn't you know, our faces are so similar, that I got a slap target because of this face." I stopped the activity to see his expression.

The phone in his hand was taken without permission. It just happened to be unsecured, so I immediately searched for the camera icon and clicked on the feature.

"Look, Brother." I approached her so that our faces would be in one frame together.

"I never realized it." Tasya seemed surprised to see our appearance that was impressed similar. Only the hijab I wear is the difference.

His gaze was now focused on me, I knew what he was thinking. Hopefully he doesn't say the obvious, our resemblance that led me to be Zain's wife.

"What are you doing, Mas?" I pulled the handpone out of my face when I saw my husband enter the kitchen. I returned the object to Tasya and immediately approached Zain.

"I'm looking for a drink."

I immediately grabbed the glass on the table before Zain's hand touched it. After I filled it with water, I gave it to Zain.

"Accept ...."

The glass slid freely onto the floor before Zain touched it. I guess I gave it to her carefully, for some reason it ended dramatically like this.

"Leave it, De. I'll clean, your fingers can hurt if they touch the glass."

I who almost squatted, stood back up. At that moment it turned out Zain was ready to lift my body and sit it on the table.

"You're a habit. I warned you to use footwear. When it happens like this you are not exposed to broken glass. When are you gonna obey your husband?"

Zain spoke at such a close distance to my face. Makes me anxious not to cupper his face with both hands.

"Ekhem."

Zain and I turned to the source of the voice. If we are together, we always feel that the world belongs to both. Until forgetting there are other creatures that may be uncomfortable seeing it.