The actor? Who's Afraid!
Finalists

"I will sue you with another article, if you continue to hold my leg like this," Zain said again threatening.

"Where is such a law!" I said without the slightest intention of taking off Zain's legs, before he changed his mind about his press conference.

"The origin of non-verbal abuse, unwanted physical touch," he said later, followed by the movement of my hands to release his legs, but had no intention of removing his trousers.

One problem has not been resolved, but it will add another. Is there really a law mentioned by Zain? Where was I when the teacher explained the laws.

"It's not a touch" I said, then immediately raised my face, looking at Zain who was looking down while shaking his waist. Our eyes met for a few seconds and then I decided to duck back.

"The action is not surprising!" Zain spoke again, and there was also a small laugh from his mouth.

"Aish .. Is there more?" I took my hand, "away from me, I don't want to get into any legal trouble with you!"

Just a few hours bearing the title as the wife of Zain Habibi, but the problems that come never stop. Would I be able to be around him if I made the deal? Ah ... Which is better? In jail or a deal? May Zain just bully me, and let go of Aunt Aira's family.

"Who, too, would love to deket your rich slovenly chick, from the beginning I would go." Zain stepped away from me after I removed his trouser cloth.

Immediately I was again struck by panic, as I remembered Zain who was going to go for his press conference. At that time I also identified the man who managed to make him stop his steps and look at me.

"You peed to the bathroom! Also coming?" snapped Zain while looking at me with a gaze that. I immediately nodded my head to Zain's offer.

"Easter!" zain said, then showed a clenched hand towards me.

A little teasing Zain in fact able to relax the nerves that had been tense. For the next, just follow the plot made by Zain, as long as he wants to promise, not to disturb the family aunt Aira. I'll do whatever Zain wants.

After crying twice in a few hours, all my energy was drained and my body seemed so tired. While waiting for Zain to come out of the bathroom, I put this heavy head on the sofa.

I blinked a few times, which I remember at the last moment, I just leaned my head against the sofa. Maybe I was asleep at the time, but I don't remember walking into bed at all. I had no habit of sleeping while walking.

Has Zain moved me? Where is he now? Is it while I'm sleeping, Zain has made a press conference? then meet with his lawyer to discuss my arraignment? Why do I have to sleep at such a crucial time?

"Away awake?" Zain's voice came back, from his wet hair I could tell that Zain had just finished his bath.

"As long as I sleep? That press conference? Then lawyers?" Zain was clearly looking at me with a strange look, I don't know what I'm talking about, I'm confused what I want to know first.

"It's over." Zain spoke flat while wagging his wet hair like a cat after a bath. Why does the man in front of me look so damaged? Confused me, should I worry about what he said, or should I be fascinated. I like your style.

"Zain?" I called her name softly.

"Yes." Yeah." The existence of his eyes was directed at me.

"Are you the ambassador of another shampoo?"

Zain sighed, from the look of his face was so obvious confusion. Did I speak wrong?

"Because I was chosen as the finalist." I pointed my index and middle fingers in front of my face to form the letter v, while a smile was forced.

My feelings are so relieved. Hearing Zain not suing me and saying sacred words in front of the media. But there is still one more thing that stands out, Zain has not said the contents of the deal he will make later. Because we had to hurry to meet the mother who had been waiting for dinner.

I wore a mocca dress and mixed a blazer and pashmina in the same color. This is my first time having dinner with my husband's family.

When I opened the door, I found Zain leaning against the wall. His eyes stared at the clock that circled his wrist.

"Why is it so long? for almost an hour, I waited for you just to take a shower!" Zain's face looked so wrathful. She had absolutely no grasp of the concept of a woman wanting to look charming in front of her mother-in-law.

"Cieee attention, don't see you for an hour, have you missed?" I said tease Zain. Hoping for a revolution on Zain's face to be more friendly, even though the reality is even more fierce.

Zain pulled out his index finger and stuck it on my forehead. Although still with a ferocious expression I could not deny, his finger released a strange energy that made my blood rustle.

But my smile was dashed before it developed. At the moment Zain pushed his finger slowly on my forehead. I ended up getting a toyor, too. Two-door refrigerator, can't be joked.

"What?" I asked as Zain extended his hand back after the previous toyor action.

"Give me your hand" said Zain, staring at the hand I had hidden behind my body.

"Why?" I suddenly hesitated to accept the helping hand, lest ....

Zain took out a small black box from his sweater pocket. After Zain opened the lid of the box in his grip, a pair of rings appeared embedded in it. The ring that made a scene for the guests shortly after the meeting. Because Zain forgot to leave it in the hotel room.

I extended my right hand after knowing the situation. Instantly my wishful thinking was able to conjure up a hotel hallway that was so quiet, it became full of flowers and candles that lined up along the eye of the beholder.

PLAQUE...

The hard slap that Zain gave me, it turned out to be able to destroy the wishful thinking I had built. Zain did not expect my hand to face down. After the slap, Zain clasped my hand and turned it a hundred and eighty degrees.

Maybe Zain doesn't know, the hand on top is better than the hand on the bottom. Zain cheated, he wanted his own good on top, forgetting that the one below also wanted to go upstairs.

I thought Zain would put the ring on my ring finger. The scene is repeated with me pinning it on his ring finger. It turned out that it was just a piece of the scene in a drama, not between me and Zain. Ngehalu mostly.

"Pake himself" he said after giving one of the smaller rings in the palm of my hand.

"can't. My left hand was suddenly struck by tremors." I showed my shaking hand to Zain.

"Aamiin," he said without the slightest hesitation.

Ish ... can not be invited a little romance.