The actor? Who's Afraid!
Ciee called ayang

After hurrying back right without spending your favorite fried chicken. This quick step was fixed on the drawer where I kept the flat object that made me badmood from yesterday.

If the information from Aunt Aira is correct, and if Zain misses me, an hour after the landing of the plane should be enough to turn his phone back on.

Don't ask the heart how it beats. Clearly, this uforia really made my hand vibrate, while holding a sophisticated object inside the drawer.

My message already ticked two blue plus clarification from the owner of the number. Make this smile create by itself.

["I'm in California."]

["Sorry, yes, Deck. I can't say goodbye to you."]

["Lost my wife."]

Three consecutive messages, I read immediately after opening the device while biting the tip of the thumb. Three pointed lip emoticons with red heart images embedded after the sentence misses my wife increasingly makes the wrong behavior.

Wait up! It seems like my reaction was too much to just read the message. What is so special about a sentence in type. Mas Zain could have said miss, but actually just the wind.

I slammed that thing on the bed.

Why should also nanggepin use the heart, anyway he ticks using fingers. If you miss your wife, Zain should come here, not traveling abroad.

Same with who, huh?

Shortly afterwards the object that was lying on the mattress showed its existence. Her flickering screen.

Zauji video calling ....

I'll get that impatient thing right away. Seeing the reflection on his screen. Is my hijab blistering, my face dull, my lips dry, my lungs .. oily? Why did I not shower this morning!

"Ekhem ...." A little resonance check, let's not sound discordant after a few days of not talking to him.

"Assalamualaikum, Deck!" Mas Zain greeted me with a smile and a wave of hands.

Both corners of my lips that were originally almost pulled back because of seeing his face on the mobile phone screen, I immediately replaced with a flat face. After that, I answered the greetings.

"Waallaikumussalam."

"Missing wife, but traveling alone?" I don't know why these lips tapered automatically. Though the initial intention to sell is rather expensive. The one across was also the CEO of the burgeoning star up.

Zain laughed in response to my question. Maybe because of the expression of lips like this pyramid.

"I'm not traveling, Dek. There are investors who want to invest in the company. I was asked to make a presentation there, because not only our company was invited. So it's kind of a competition to win the tender. Do'a-kan, yeah, Deck. I hope my trip here wasn't in vain."

"Aamiin," I replied with a sincere heart.

I don't really understand what Zain is talking about. But I can draw a conclusion. Mas Zain was there working, not just walking.

"Why so long, two weeks?" my grunts again, which made me bite my lower lip. Sometimes the heart and mouth cannot be compromised. Though it has been briefed so as not to impress diobral.

"Kangen, yes, Deck!"

Kan, kan, right. I've guessed. Of course this head reflex nodded, uh, shook its head a second later.

"Well." yeah." Zain looked down, hiding his face.

"I'm disappointed" he said again after upholding his head. "When I miss you, Dek!"

Almost this smile is painted back, if not immediately tackled by turning the eyeball upwards. Trying to find support from the ceiling of the room that says 'no papa so a little jaim and selfish'.

"My wife is good at lying now, yes!"

I frowned hearing his accusation. Along with this view back on the mobile screen with the face of Zain mas who does not stop smiling.

"Alhamdulillah, secure network, yes Dek."

Another lie was exposed. Okay. This time I gave up. I smile one finger. I'm sorry I lied about it.

It didn't feel like three hours went by so quickly. The time difference between California and Indonesia which was adrift eleven hours which eventually became a barrier.

Although mas Zain reasoned not sleepy, because the biological clock in his body that has not adjusted to the local time. Still, in the parts of the world that Zain lives in is already midnight. While here, I also have to carry out Dzuhur prayer obligations.

*****

"Cieee, who's the same caller. His face was really cheerful."

Kulirik aunty Aira at a glance who was relaxing while reading a book.

"Where are the kids, Tan? After returning home from school, not visible," asked me to divert the contentious cie-cie made me kayang because of the wrong behavior.

"Gea, sleep. Saffa was laid by his friend, he said he wanted to go to the rice field, look for small animals for schoolwork."

Hearing the word rice field, my eyes became sparkling. I haven't played around in there in a long time. I don't know when exactly was the last time. Because every time I went home from school I helped Aunt Aira take care of Saffa who was still a child at that time, so he rarely went out of the house.

"Tan, I'm taking Saffa, yes!"

"Hm." His answer sounded indifferent because he was too focused on his reading.

"Send your sister home soon, if you've got school materials!" aunty Aira shouted after I stepped far away from home.

"Yes, Tan!" answer me so Aunt Aira knows I heard her screams.

Going down this street, it reminded me again of the figure of the father who always shook this little princess with his blind motorbike. Many memories we had carved together along the road to the rice fields.

Dad was a diligent and tenacious farmer. I am proud of him, although sometimes my wishes can not be directly fulfilled because my father is only a laborer who works on the landlord rice fields.

Apparently it's been almost eleven years since I left. But the streets and fields of this rice field still seem to hold a new memory engraved yesterday.

"I miss you" I whispered to the yellowing rice.

In the past, if the rice turned yellow like this, my father always took me to the rice field. Carrying a textbook because my father was very keen to teach me this slow-brained. On the other hand also while waiting for rice so as not to be eaten by birds.

"Sister Rayya!" Saffa's voice echoed in the ears. From far away he seemed to be running along the rice field.

It's only fitting that I didn't see him or his friend. Apparently Saffa came from the direction where I came from earlier.

Why is it that Adam could be behind Saffa?

"Sister!" Saffa spoke with a loud breath. He looked down with two hands holding his knees. After arriving in front of me.

"Sister. There's something new, Kaka!"

"So, look," I answered while scrambling the top of his navy-colored hijab.

Bang Adam is seen walking carefully while balancing his body so as not to fall in the rice field.

"When will it be like that?" I was anxious to see the way it went.

"Do you know that guy?" Saffa looked curious and I nodded giving him an answer.

"Why, Bang Adam is here?" I asked him what was on my mind after he arrived in front.

Kangen, ayang.