The actor? Who's Afraid!
Reversing Circumstances

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

"Nabok the mosquito." Plumping the air around.

After neatly folding the prayer mat that Zain had used himself and putting it on the nightstand. Slowly Zain approached the suitcase and opened it. Take a piece of paper out of the suitcase. I think Zain had prepared the paper long before today.

"Read. Then sign the contract of this agreement." Zain handed over a piece of paper that had been given the stamp.

My forehead wrinkled, after reading the contents of the paper that Zain gave me. Just because of the few points written on the paper, it almost left me languishing behind bars for nine years.

This guy likes to exaggerate problems. Acting, no skinship, don't fall in love, are at the heart of this agreement. Maybe Zain was less employed so look for a case involving the press and the law.

"You framed me in the marriage, and this paper will be solid evidence to report you!" I confirmed it to Zain. He had chosen the wrong opponent to bully.

Maybe Zain never expected that I could also turn things around the way I wanted. The experience I gained from watching a lot of dramas ended up being rewarding as well. Now I can enjoy the look on Zain's face that looks very surprised by my words.

"I told you, you won't be able to fight my lawyer." After a moment of silence Zain finally made a sound. His face calmed down again.

"I know, but I wouldn't have signed this, if I didn't get the benefit in it," I said with a face expression as calm as possible.

This time I did not want to give up, this was the opportunity I was waiting for. In the end I was able to celebrate the victory, after hours under the control of Zain Habibi.

"Give me the money, then this deal will happen" I continued.

I no longer cared about my original intention of marrying the man in front of me. Now all I have in my brain is how to have money. If Zain ever does this again, I can hire a lawyer to fight him.

Zain grieved at my request." You finally showed your true self. Okay. Name the nominal you want."

"Revised this agreement, I want something else too. Each of us must keep a copy. I doubt if you'll break this deal." I challenged back.

"It's impossible," he said in an inappropriately dense brief.

"As you can see, I'm beautiful. I also have to make sure you don't fall in love with me." I boast of this beauty that God has placed upon me.

"Over pede." Zain grumbled back and threw away his face. I don't care even if Zain vomits all of his guts out.

"Bodo very!"

The agreement was signed in accordance with mutual agreement. In the future we are foreigners living under one roof. With a little role as a good husband and wife in front of the public eye. Skinship. Don't fall in love. Okay, not scared.

I was only able to close my eyes after the dawn prayer. Before that I saw Zain coming out of the room early in the morning. After I woke up, I didn't meet Zain in the room.

It had only been a day with Zain, but there was something missing when my eyes did not find his figure. It was at this moment that I realized something so big. My life feels safe, comfortable, serene, peaceful and sentosa without Zain. Yess!

After I finished cleaning myself, I came out of the room to get some food. I could have used the service room service from the hotel, but I did not do it. I also wanted to breathe fresh air, after the endless fatigue came because of someone named Zain.

After arriving at the restaurant located in the hotel rooftop, I was surprised by the figure who had contracted for the last few hours in the eye. Zain was sitting opposite a woman, not far from where I was standing.

Zain looked so familiar with the woman. A smile always graced his lips as he looked at each other with a woman I could only see on his back. Mafia scumbag, already got a wife still flirting with other women.

Oh, my God .. Zain's eyes are so deadly, it's almost like this heart is rolling to the floor. How did he know I was watching him. Hopefully Zain doesn't realize it, then suddenly amnesia. Ah, no aamiin, pity too.

Scratch a glass of juz on the table, I swigged up the toilet to relieve nervousness. Zain's cheating on me why I'm hiding, this isn't true.

When someone pulled the edge of my shirt, I immediately turned to him. A little girl pursed her lips while looking at me furiously. I looked back at him with a feeling of wonder.

"You drank the juz." The male baritone's voice sounded from the front of the little girl.

Without lingering I lowered the catalog. Like I was getting a big surprise, it turns out I was sitting behind a table that already has residents. A little girl of about seven years old and a handsome man who might be her father.

"sorry. Later I change," I said, looking down in shame, because both pairs of eyes sitting at the table were staring at me.

"No need, I'll order again for my nephew." The man with the baritone voice spoke again, smiling kindly.I thought he was his father.

"You want to eat too?" The man asked back.

"No, accept." I immediately stood up and retreated.

I sped up my steps back into the room, opened the door and approached the bed and ended up slipping myself over it. Profit is unachievable and hunger is inevitable. I'm not eating.

"Become a spy?" Zain's voice filled my sense of hearing after a while I heard the door open.

I took refuge in the blanket that covered my body from toe to head, reluctant to show myself to Zain, he must have known the incident at the restaurant.

"Wake up, I brought you a sandwich."

"I'm not hungry." I answered from under the cover of the blanket.

"I'm going out."

The door opened and closed again. I took down the blanket from my head, scanned the entire room where I was alone.

I hurried down the bed, approached a box in plastic that Zain had placed on the table and ate the food inside. The first food that came into my stomach today.

If you recall Zain noticed my diet from yesterday. The two-door fridge wasn't as bad as I thought. I'll also be a little soft on him to return this sandwich.

"Aren't you hungry, how to eat?"

"Uhuk."

My eyes were perfectly rounded hearing Zain's voice. It didn't take long for me to look at Zain standing up. Didn't it come out? Keep the sound of the door? Aish .. lack of work is indeed this person. Can be wife in prank.

"Please condition your eyes" Zain said as he stepped closer to me.

"I can see that rich look."

Swum.