The actor? Who's Afraid!
Later that night sleep alone

"Dek, don't shower first, soon dawn, you know."

I was still in my place lying down, curled up in a blanket while looking at my man who had just come out of the bathroom. Her wet hair was dried using a small towel with one hand.

Still amazed by the map on his stomach that I missed last night.

"Why?" she asked so gently as she squatted in front of me. The smell of soap from his body pierced my nose to make me almost lulled again.

"Sick," I whined while biting the edge of the blanket. Mas Zain was just laughing which got me in an anxious mode.

"Do you want me to take you to the bathroom?"

I immediately nodded. I can't imagine how horrible it would be to walk alone to the bathroom.

Mas Zain placed one of his hands on my back with the other on my feet. While I put my hand on my husband's neck, buried my head in his chest after Zain actually carried me.

"Mas Zain gave me permission slowly, but until I couldn't walk."

"That's your fault, Deck. Why so adorable."

After dropping me off in the bathroom. Mas Zain took his right back to my lips for a while. Until my face was completely flushed from being out of breath.

"If this continues, we can be late in establishing dawn prayers, Dek."

Soon this hand twisted his stomach. Who starts first, who is to blame. It's called throwing rocks and hiding people.

*****

Fulfilling the obligations of another wife, I set foot into the kitchen even though I was trained. Making breakfast for my husband who is currently busy with files and a laptop to prepare a presentation.

Not so long ago struggling in the kitchen, the sound of knocking on the door was heard. I looked at the clock perched on the wall.

It was too early for someone to visit someone else's house.

"Let me open the door, Mas" I asked as I passed by Mas Zain who began to descend the stairs.

"Thank you, Deck." Zain's smile expanded instantly, throwing a flying kiss at me before turning right to return to the room.

My husband's behavior is just there. Maybe he forgot his three-headed age when he saw his super adorable wife.

Before opening the door, I first opened a little curtain and peeked at someone behind it. Fear someone who is unknown and not well-intentioned. Thank God Tasya stood there.

Tasya?! Why did you come to my house so early?

Especially with its super efficient clothes. Black hotpants fifteen inches above the knee and a matching color tank top that simply wraps its assets and leaves others exposed to the media. Plus the hair on the horse with the height.

"Cepet, open!" His screams when he saw me pecked behind the exposed curtain.

Before opening the door, I walked quickly to the room. Take a blanket to cover Tasya's body before entering my house.

Mas Zain could have been in a disaster emergency if he saw Mr. Tasya like this.

After the door opens. Immediately the blanket in my hand, I spread out wide to wrap all the aurat kak Tasya. No matter what confusion he has with rebellion.

The screams I didn't care about, I forced Tasya's brother into the room downstairs that I had prepared another change of clothes.

"Wouldn't! That tacky shirt is like that!" reject it with your hands crossed in front of your chest.

"It's cold outside, Tasya can catch a cold."

"Don't call me sister, because we're the same age and don't call me Tasya. I'm Caca and I'm different from Tasya. Understood?"

I just nodded, to say yes. From which I browse-browsing on the internet. Uniquely multiple personalities, they sometimes differ in age with the actual owner of the body. Usually they also do not remember what the dominating soul did when the others were put to sleep.

"Because we're the same age, we can be friends, please" I said, hanging my hands hoping that Tasya's brother, uh, Caca received it.

Plaque...

She brushed my hand while grieving, then raised one corner of her lips.

"Rival can't be friends. I'll take Zain from you!" Her face looked so lame before nudging my shoulder with her shoulder towards the door.

"Yesterday you said I was an actor. Now who's the actor?" I turned around to look at him who was having trouble pulling the doorknob. Of course, I locked it and now I'm toting it with my finger in front of my face to tease Caca.

"Open!" Caca's screams deafened his ears followed by the sound of Zain's mas behind the door calling me a nickname.

"Zain, open the door. I'm Caca. I'm locked up by this crazy woman."

I breathed for a moment by shaking my head. The key to the door was only one and now it was in my hand, how could Zain open it.

"Sir, you're not papa, are you?"

"I locked up a woman for naught"

"God!" I interrupted Caca, making her look at me. "Daddy, that, calls for me. Mas Zain, worry about me. So don't be psyched, yeah!" I sneered towards him.

"I'm fine, Mas. Mas Zain go back to the room and make sure to lock the door!" my orders are for Zain to stay away from us immediately. There was no point in standing behind the door.

"Aren't you really papa, honey?"

"Yes, Mum."

"Heh, actors!" snapped Caca. "Honey that's Zain's call to me, don't be scared of you. Zain was just worried about me."

My teeth were clenching to hear what Caca said. Both of my hands clenched tightly preparing to silence someone behind the door. Why change calls at inopportune times like this.

"Mas Zain, sleep alone tonight!" I was angry, very angry. How far along their relationship goes to pin the call of love.

"Let me accompany you, Zain." Caca spoke as well as he did in front of the legitimate wife of mas Zain who was angry. Didn't he think a world war could happen again. Good thing Caca is sick, if not .. I've pulled the ponytail.

"Sorry, Deck. That call was for you, baby. I love you, my adorable wife Rayya Khairunisa. Later tonight we can sleep one room, right?"

Hearing Zain's reply, Caca kicked the door. I smiled triumphantly. There will never be a place for another woman in a man's heart other than his legal wife.

If there are men who prefer other dream women it is certain they will regret it afterwards.