The actor? Who's Afraid!
The soul outlined by God

"Why the hell, Dek. Why are you angry with me?"

I sat on the side of the bed, and Zain was the same, sitting next to me. But I keep quiet, I don't like seeing Zain together with Tasya. Plus the sentence tonight you are beautiful. Schnellop.

"What makes you angry at me?"

Why the hell, men never sensitize, what makes women angry.

"It can't take long, Deck, get angry."

"Thirteen minutes, not three days!"

"Oh, okay. One day 24 hours, three days 72 hours, minus 13 minutes, so 71 hours 47 minutes." Mas Zain muttered.

I knitted my eyebrows, focusing my vision as Zain moved closer to the clock on the wall. Take it, turn it as you wish, then put it back in.

"Beres. 71 hours and 47 minutes have passed," he said after the wall clock returned to his place. His hands were shaking with pride.

I sighed, wanting to feel plump to see Zain's behavior.

With a big smile, Mas Zain crouched down in front of me who was still folding his hands.

The thumb and index finger are attached to the tip of my lips, then pulled back.

"You can't be angry, this is prettier."

"What the hell, Mas!" I clenched his hand, I pursed my lips even more.

"Sorry."

"For?"

"Everything."

"I don't know what my fault was this time, but I'm sorry for making you angry. If you want to show the error of kang mas, so that one day it does not happen again." Mas Zain cupped his hands in front of me.

"No!" I threw away the view. Don't think I'll get crushed just because of a joke like that.

"OK, if I'm not needed here, maybe somewhere else needs me." Mas Zain is moving. Want to not want me to look towards the way Zain left.

"Don't look, you're here. I want to nengokin Tasya first"

"Don't." I hugged my husband from behind before his hand reached for the doorknob.

Zain then turned around. Makes me face each other now.

"I hear everything you're obrolin with Aunt Wanda." One kiss on the forehead I got that made me blush.

"Why still pretend to be angry with me, if behind me you're defending me?"

I blushed even more, hiding this face in his chest.

"I ... do not like Mas Zain to be gentle with other women," I muttered, which I think can still be heard mas Zain.

"He's your brother, he's sick too."

"My brother is not a muhrim, Mas Zain."

I kept my body away from Zain's mas. I remember at this time we were not muhrim either.

"Mas, why do we hug so often. We're not muhrim until our time is repeated" I said in panic. Mas Zain smiled and pulled my body back.

"In a minute, dear."

If two people are not alone, a third party is always a devil. I already know why I was talking in the arms of the man.

"We can talk about dinner later. If you can, all you nyari ustadz around here to help say the ijab in front of your whole family."

I just nodded in my husband's arms.

*****

"You're repeating, why?"

"Because Zain had previously married Rayya to the nasab of Aziz. Which should be Rayya without nasab. So they repeat the agreement to be valid syar'i." My beloved aunt helped Zain explain to Mama Wanda.

"Why don't we just throw a party?"

"No need, Mah. Just enough ustadz. The reception is not necessary, we are still legally legal state, really, Mah!"

"Have to be, night in-"

"Yes." Yeah." Zain and I answered simultaneously. Make everyone at the dinner table look at each other.

"Tomorrow the afternoon. Mama wants to see your daughter become queen for a day."

"No need, Mah. Ustadz is enough. I've also been queen for a day, I'm tired of it, Ma. I don't want any more" I whine. Because honestly the reception is no longer important to me, maybe for mas Zain as well.

"And when you want to take a picture with your daughter while wearing a wedding dress." Mama looks disappointed. So, my point of view is to turn to Zain, hoping he has a solution to this problem.

"We can have a reception anytime, Auntie. What matters is first. If you can tonight," my husband said, to convince Wanda's mother.

"The message is you forced to have a deal tonight, it can't be, yes, Zain. Delayed a day, is that it ?" After a long time listening finally bang Adam open his voice accompanied by laughter from om Rahman.

"It looks like you should get married soon, too, Dam. Let's just understand the anxiety of the newlyweds being separated for three weeks."

Om Rahman still laughs even when mocked bang Adam. Or maybe the lead was on me and Zain. I was clearly holding my shame, I think now all eyes are on me.

"I'll excuse you, Ma. Everything."

"What's wrong with you, honey?"

"I'm hm ...."

"OKAY. No papa. Let us here discuss with Zain if you're embarrassed."

Yeah, it's a go, mama. Pake called everything. I know to avoid being embarrassed, even made more embarrassed.

Half-run I went back to the room, although actually this stomach is still hungry. Maybe just three spoons of rice just got into my stomach.

Clock on the wall showing pu kul 21:17. Thirty minutes have passed, but Zain has not yet met me. Maybe they changed their previous decision.

Staring at the lamp directly above me lay down. I remembered the moment after the chanting agreement that felt like it was destroying my world, first. Now my world revolves around the man and I was waiting for my contract with the same man a few months ago.

A soul mate that has been outlined by God will always come back with whatever obstacles.

"Sir." The sound of Zain entering the room. I, who was impatiently waiting for their decision, immediately woke up to meet my husband.

"Where, Mas?"

"Hurry to prepare, soon the ustadznya arrive. But, hm ...."

I opened my eyes, waiting for the sentence that Zain hanged. There seems to be something serious enough to say.

"Why, Mas. Any issues?"

Mas Zain did not reply, his face looked confused, coupled with a bite on his lower lip.

"Why, Mas. If it can't be tonight, don't force it. I can still wait, though. If there's still a problem."

Mas Zain remained silent, his face growing flatter. I became even more worried about seeing Zain mas like this.

His hands, supported him with my fingers smaller than him. Trying to give strength to my man who suddenly changed after thirty minutes had passed.

"Grandfather, Mas, there's still another day."

"Sorry, yes, Deck. Aunt Aira ...." There was a long pause after saying a few words.

"What the hell is going on, Mom. What happened to Aunt Aira?"

"I can't persuade aunt Aira and om Rahman" he said with the same face. Slowly, Zain brought his face closer to me.

"They give us a chance to create a new generation. So they decided to stay here."

I heard Zain whisper it in my ear. This hand did not stay still to pinch his stomach.

"My heart was almost out of place, maybe Zain was just pranking me."

I was so furious, with a hand that continued to target the entire surface of his stomach, which turned out not to make him hurt even more laughing.