The actor? Who's Afraid!
Watch out, if you are nostalgic

"Mas, before we repeat the agreement, we should sleep separately again, yes. Afraid of khilaf," I said as I tidied my clothes into the bag.

Previously I had given the choice to mas Zain to stay overnight at the house of Aunt Aira. Surely mas Zain was very tired after a twenty-hour flight from Uncle Sam's country.

Unfortunately the idea was rejected, in addition to miss with mama and papa, mas Zain also had to be in the office the next day.

"Why, Mas?" I asked because Zain didn't take his eyes off me.

"Sad and disappointed."

"Because we don't sleep one room?"

"Because I wasn't with my wife when serious trouble approached her." Seemed a sluggishness from the look of his eyes that looked tired.

That was the reason that made me decide not to tell him sooner, because Zain would definitely feel burdened.

"Sir. Aunt Aira is a religious person, why not tell me that you can't be sent to me."

Mas Zain's remarks have a point as well, why aunt Aira cover such an important thing.

"Either, Mas. Even to this day Aunt Aira also does not discuss the contract that must be repeated," I said without looking at him.

"Why not ask, Dek?"

Right after everything I was about to carry, it went into the bag. I just turned to Mas Zain who was leaning on the back of the bed.

"Ask what, Mom?"

"Why did Aunt Aira do that."

I thought for a moment. Because that paper alone Aunt Aira was so worried that I would leave it for someone I just knew right away.

"should? But I'm afraid I hurt her feelings."

"Let me!" Zain then got out of bed. Kuraih sleeves when passing in front of me, so as not to continue what he thought.

"Sir papa. I'll ask carefully. You're here." His hand was about to touch my head, but he finally pulled it again.

I just keep quiet. His sleeves are also still held up for a few seconds.

"You coming, do you want to be hugged first?" he said while raising eyebrows.

I want the second option, anyway. But ....

"Fighting!" my words give support.

All Zain and I could do was throw smiles at each other. Though already feeling anxious to vent longing after a few weeks just met.

Just a few minutes into Zain's room, I can't wait to see him again. Uh, can't wait to know Aunt Aira's response. So I decided to catch up with those who were chatting in the living room.

"That's Rayya, Auntie. Aunty can ask for it herself."

I who just approached tipped with scratching the nape. It's what they're talking about.

Wasn't it supposed to be Zain who asked Aunt Aira, who turned to me instead.

"Why, Mas?" I finally asked back.

"What did you hear about Wanda's missing baby?"

I frowned hearing Aunt Aira's question.

It seems very serious, when viewed from the tension on his face.

"Which part, Tan?"

He heard her breathing heavy. Okay. This must be a really serious thing.

"The baby was the result of an affair, not my brother's seed!"

The deg!

Then, what should I explain, I myself do not know the truth.

Especially looking at Aunt Aira's eyes that began to glaze over. I'd love to shout I don't want to know the stories of the past, if it's gonna hurt everyone like this.

"Tan, the baby in question .. Am I, right?" These eyes glazed over seeing a hint of hatred in his eyes.

The first time I heard from Detective Oppa about that story, it was normal for me. The story is like any other story, the child born from the faults of his parents is not the first time I heard.

When bang Adam brought the proof of a piece of paper, I was just trying to brace myself if I wasn't the father's son from the story I heard earlier.

However, seeing the hatred in Aunt Aira's eyes was devastating to me. Does Aunt Aira not know the truth, or am I the one who has misheard.

"Why do you have to repeat the contract?" asked aunt Aira angrily.

"Because I shouldn't have been sent to Dad." I answered. Also with a down. Doubtful.

"That's what aunt asked. Why do you think you should change nasab. What did they tell you, until you swallowed their words?!"

I'm getting more confused. Detective oppa information at that time ... The baby was not her husband's seed but a seed .. Who am I really?

Oh my God, this is too heavy. I can't figure this out.

"Maybe we should ask Doctor Wanda."

"For what!" Aunty Aira's voice is rising.

Makes me lower. Increasingly unable to withstand the rate of warmed water from the eye fertilizer.

"See who I really am."

"Sir, we can talk about it carefully. Do not use emotions. It must be hard for Rayya too. It's better to ask Wanda, because she's the only one who knows who Rayya's biological father really is."

Rahman's voice interrupts, trying to calm his wife. As someone approached me.

Mas Zain grabbed me, drowning my head in his arms.

*****

The plan that was originally only me and Zain mas who would return to the capital, finally brought with him aunt Aira and her husband. The children were again entrusted to his oma, the mother of om Rahman.

The car stopped in front of a luxury house in the classic European style painted all white. The house according to Zain is the residence of Tasya and his parents.

There is a flower garden that is still quite well maintained on the right and left sides along the gate to the courtyard of the house. Perhaps it was in this garden that Mr. Tasya and his mother spent time caring for the flowers as he told me.

"Why, Deck?" Mas Zain seemed worried to see me suddenly staring.

My heart seemed to be sliced to see a grove of lavender flowers, flowers that Kak Tasya said as a symbol of loyalty.

If it's true that I exist because of my mother's fault that entered this family as a third person. Naturally, if Tasya hated the baby present damaged the harmony of his father and mother.

I would do the same if I was in the position of Tasya's sister.

O Allah, this is my very origin.

"Mas Zain, come to this house often?" ask me without taking my eyes off the clumps of lavender that became the favorite flower mas Zain as well.

Aunty Aira and om Rahman had walked ahead, so I dared to pursed my lips because mas Zain was so easy to find this house even without the help of google maps.

"Is it important to ask now, Deck?" My question was answered with another question. Sucks.

"How difficult is it, answering often to this house isn't it?"

"Sir." Mas Zain stopped his words to catch his breath first. "A few times" he said with a sad expression

"Tasya's father doesn't like his son being approached by the Elementary Teacher's son."

"Unliked, but dating ten years, like home credit," I muttered as I passed leaving the Zain mas still with his head on.

Just be careful if Zain mas back nostalgic with this house or the owner.