The actor? Who's Afraid!
Factory Suit

As he was about to approach the restaurant where mama was waiting, Zain stopped his steps. Turning his body facing towards me who was currently behind Zain.

Zain coded by hand for me to get close to him. After slashing the distance to stay one inch, Zain lowered his head. Now our faces are really in a straight line.

My eyes blinked a few times as we stared for a few seconds. His breath could be smelled at such a close distance. Swallowing saliva, which was once easy, is now a difficult thing to do.

The strange feeling came back. The feeling I felt when Zain mentioned my father's name, after my name in front of the ruler and the witnesses. I slowly closed my eyes as Zain's face drew nearer, not spaced apart.

"Don't just talk in front of my mom and dad" whispered Zain right in my ear.

I spread my eyes perfectly. The smell of Zain's breath really got me drunk. Issh ... What's wrong with my mind? Maybe my brain needs to be swept and dipel.

"By the way I use whispers of all," I said with emphasis, not forgetting to snack too, I'm a cockroach, uh disappointed. Zain was just a horse. Definitely intentionally.

"By aja, first," he said and then pulled my hand into his grasp. Zain's hand was so magical, because it was able to drain the short circuit to make my heart vibrate violently. One word, get addicted.

"Zain?" My voice broke the silence after walking for a while. I looked at the charming face of the man beside me.

"Yes." Yeah." Zain turned his head, our gazes were reunited.

"It's not so." I threw away my face. The aura contains chloroform. Makes me drugged for a moment, unable to speak anymore, let alone express love.

"Jaga image, don't come from ceplos." Zain reminded me again. I looked back at him, then nodded my head.

I circulated the view throughout the restaurant room and stopped at a table beside the glass. My husband's family and my guardian are waiting for us there.

Zain pulled back his chair and let me sit down. Zain chose to sit on the chair next to me. It was the only seat left.

"Zain, you guys stay here for a few days, Papa and Mama should come back tonight, Papa's job can't be left." Papa Hendra started the conversation after eating his dinner.

"Zain will also return, Pah," Zain replied after gulping down his drink.

"Who can dong, pity Rayya, must be cape," said mama Renata, then grabbed my hand, and floated a warm smile that I had to reply.

"You can go home, after your honeymoon!" mama again. Just make my brain travel the mama-in-law.

"Zain's been talking about our honeymoon with Rayya, so you don't have to worry about our honeymoon."

"Ki_"

Zain immediately turned to me and gave me a wink, I immediately understood the code by closing my mouth.

"Zain has prepared a house for us to stay in, so we'll go straight to that house, instead of going on our honeymoon." Zain resumed his words that had been cut off by me.

"Oh yes, if that is your decision. But Mama doesn't know, you've prepared Zain's house?"

"Mah's surprise" said Zain smiling proudly. I'm following God's scenario, only.

"Tante is also home tonight, the kids should go to school tomorrow." Aunt Aira also made a sound, from the look of her eyes there was a deep sadness.

"Zain will take care of Rayya's aunt. Aunty doesn't have to worry about Rayya." Zain's words warmed my heart for a moment. There should also be doubt, may I also believe in the man who is now a husband?

"Sister Rayya, come home, right, Mah?" babble Gea the youngest melted the strange atmosphere at the dining table.

Gea is my adorable little niece, the youngest daughter of romantic couple Aira Nadila and Rahman Putra. A couple who are very meritorious in shaping my character, after the departure of my father for good.

"Sister Rayya borrowed first well, same brother Zain." Zain replied to the cute girl in front of him with warmth. Even Zain did not hesitate to clean the rest of the sauce that was attached to the cheek of the boy.

"Sister Zain didn't dare well, bobo himself?" Instantly all pairs of eyes were fixed on the girl bigger than Gea.

His name is Saffa, the eldest son of Aunt Aira who is now a teenager. Do not comment much with him, if you do not want the conversation to drag on until the morning.

The tasteful dinner ended until midnight. After hugging each other ria who did not forget a little tear drama. Finally Zain and I let go of their return one by one. Waving one hand and the other hand together.

After their departure was gone from sight, Zain flicked his hand to remove the grip.

Smuggling the hand using the shirt worn. No, start the factory again.

The journey back to the hotel room was no longer the same as before. We deserve to be called not knowing each other. The deal that Zain wanted again bothered the mind, hopefully I can survive with whatever will come in front.

The attitude that Zain showed to Aunt Aira's family over dinner led me to believe, at least in Zain's heart there was indeed a warmth. Although Zain didn't show me when I was with me.

Zain immediately threw himself into bed, and before long his eyes were closed. I only dared to look at him from a distance, afraid of coming. I, who had fallen asleep this afternoon, could no longer close my eyes.

Time passed faster but my eyes were still reluctant to shut, even though it was two in the morning. Not wanting to waste more time staring at the phone screen, I decided to go to the bathroom.

Start by washing between fingers, then gargle while cleaning the nose, wash your face, wash your hands up to the elbows, wash some hair and ears, and then end with washing both feet. After that, go back to the room.

"Why what?" zain asked as I took my face over the nightstand, which was next to the bed where Zain slept. I showed Mukena in my hand to her.

It turns out that Zain has a high sensitivity. He easily woke up, even though I was trying to move as calmly as possible.

"Wait for me" he said again. Then get up and go to the bathroom.

I laid out two prayer mats. I sat waiting for Zain to get ready on the prayer mat I laid out in the back. This will be the first moment of worship to Allah in a third of the night with the husband.

"Assalamualaikum warahmatullah." Zain said his last greeting and was followed by me as a mum.

I extended my hand to welcome Zain's hand as in most romantic dramas after the prayer. Unfortunately, the wrong scenario, Zain stood up without looking at me.

Astaghfirullah .. Nothing goes according to plan if it involves Zain Habibi.

"What are you doing?" Zain's voice surprised me who was still glued with his hands hanging.

"Nabok mosquito!"