The actor? Who's Afraid!
Zain without news

It doesn't feel like a week has passed. I miss it but my life is not so ambiguous. I live my life more calmly, I think. Let go of all the doubts as I want.

My communication with mas Zain, arguably smoothly can also not. I often leave the communication device in the desk drawer rather than holding it often.

The reason is, I avoid talking to my husband. Exactly as I wanted. Sometimes I reason hard network sometimes also sleepy. What is it, the important thing is to avoid Zain.

"Rayya!"

"Yes, Auntie!"

"Here, Son!"

I left my dishes and followed Aunt Aira's steps. It turned out that he took me into my own room.

"Sit, here!" He put the bed right next to him. I just obeyed without protesting anything.

"When are you going home to your husband?"

"Tante ngusir me?" I answer the question with another question.

"Rayya!" Soft, but firm enough. That's how Aunt Aira has been all this time.

"You got a problem with Zain?"

Instead of answering, I lowered my head while playing the tip of my hijab.

"Households are natural, son, if there's a problem. But not run away like this. You must be ready to face. Talk about it from heart to heart."

Aunt Aira put her hand on the back of my hand then gripped it tightly.

All this time I've been acting so normally that Aunt Aira doesn't suspect anything. I was lazy to open the wound I wanted to bury deeply.

What's wrong with Aunt Aira today.

"The matter must be plucked from its roots, not just cut from the branches. Let it not grow again. Where's your phone?"

"There's in the drawer!"

"What to have a cell phone if it is not used for communication. You know what happened to your husband!"

It is not usual for aunty Aira to raise her voice, if not completely shocked or angry.

He mentioned my husband, did anything urgent happen to him?

"Why, Zain, Tan?" I asked in a flat tone.

"You should be the one who knows your husband best!"

What's the state of emergency?

I finally took the thing that was talking from the drawer. Pressing the power button, makes the screen bright.

"Zain, won't answer your phone!"

Aish ... from earlier angry mulu, whose nephew I what mas Zain really.

And also do not want to call anyone, just push the power button.

"Why, Tan?" I'm not less flat than before.

"Maybe now, Zain, is on the plane. He left you with an aunt for the next two weeks!"

"Where are you going?"

Aunt Aira was heard sighing heavily. His hands stroked his chest many times as he had a bitighfar.

"Rayya, try to remember your purpose in getting married. Is it true that the path you take to become a good wife for your husband? Zain's been good at letting you be here for a week. Why did you cut off communication access with him. Are you not afraid of being cursed by angels because you have not given up your rights as your husband? Knowing your circumstances also includes his rights, Zain-Rayya!"

I looked back at Aunt Aira's words. I used to be so enthusiastic about accepting matchmaking with mas Zain, promising myself to be strong in the face of whatever problems would come.

Because we did not know each other and needed a more intense approach than the other couple.

Remembering the curse .. ah, I also promised my other husband rights. Is this some kind of rebuke from God because I'm ignoring my husband's rights. So that my heart hardened and did not feel the vibration on my own husband.

Am I helping the work of the devil who wants to separate his wife from her husband?

"Mas Zain, what's the same story, Auntie?"

"Rayya's phone can't be reached because there's no network!"

I gawked to listen to Aunt Aira who mimicked the way she spoke mas Zain.

"Keep, Rayya piled up sins because in addition to lying to the husband, Rayya also ignored the husband?"

Jleb, pisan. I was too selfish to think about my own feelings.

Does Aunt Aira also know why I avoided Zain?

"Depth contemplate. Let auntie continue washing dishes."

When aunt Aira left, I followed.

I wonder where my husband went by plane until I left him two weeks on Aunt Aira.

"Eatya, handpone is not just for stalking people. Bales if your husband sends you a chat, pick up the phone too, don't pretend there's no signal!"

My forehead shriveled at the grunts of aunt Aira. What he said was not all true. Some wrong. I'm not stalking the koreyah guy that Aunt Aira meant, because it reminds me of Zain's face.

I also sent a message. Although Zain's message was sent at what time and I replied a few hours later.

I also call sometimes. I'm not that bad at treating Zain. Yeah, even though I just picked up the phone twice this week.

"Tan, just answer me. Where are you going, who is it, who is it?"

"Ask yourself!" he said while slamming the rag after being used to dry the dishes.

"Tick one, Tan!" I followed wherever the steps went while whining.

"Omm?"

I also put a bright look on om Rahman who happened to cross paths in the middle room. Of course she answered, she knows what I fuss about.

I finally gave up after I got tired but didn't get what I wanted.

Back to the room, lay down staring at the chat that still tick one to sleep.

*****

District level galau.

Twenty hours passed after the conversation with Aunt Aira yesterday, my message still ticked one.

Where exactly is Zain. Why not talk about it before, when I still want to reply to the message.

Is Zain angry? Why not give me news so far. Should I send telepathy?

"What's wrong, Rayya. How to get stabbed?"

I took a quick glance without reducing my axiom pressing the fried chicken growl with a fork.

"Not to be disturbed, Mom. Again fuck him."

The two were compactly laughing over the suffering of his own nephew.

Satisfied with them, I guess.

" Zain hasn't activated his Handpone yet. Is it not yet here?"

"It should, it already is. From an hour ago."

Hearing aunt Aira's last words, I was excited to listen. Just listen, prestige for nanya. The answer is the same as yesterday. Ask yourself. Dah knows only tick one.

"Maybe lazy to activate handpone. A week ignored, Zain was tired of waiting for certainty. Maybe he's teaching his wife the same lesson he didn't care about!"

"Mas Zain, not vengeful. He couldn't have intentionally done that to avenge me!" Kubela my husband, because as long as I live one roof as his wife, that's the personality shown by mas Zain.

There seems to be nothing funny about my words, but this couple laughed at me again.

"Rayya, Rayny. You know, love is just as stupid as thin?"

Cih, fuck

I rolled a lazy eyeball.

"Indeed Zain has no family, no friends, so you're just relying on information from auntie?"

Why didn't I think that way.

I immediately stood up, turning right towards the room, while condemning this unused brain. Beg*, beg*, beg*.