The actor? Who's Afraid!
Drunk Baby

"Recycle your food, and then get ready, we'll go home" Zain said, arranging his clothes in a suitcase.

"Yes" I replied with a mouthful of food. The hunger no longer made me think of keeping the image in front of Zain.

"Are we going to Aunt Aira's house before we go to Jakarta?" ask me while tidying all the stuff into the suitcase.

"Yes. Although I now have full rights over you, I must also ask your appointment for permission to take you with me."

DEG...

My heart is back in reality, is it really as good as this man who is now my husband? If he cared so much about me, he should have spoken carefully about the agreement without threatening me. As a wife, I will definitely understand if Zain is having problems. I'm sorry I made the deal because of the money.

Ah no. Zain was supposed to ask Aunt Aira for permission as my guardian before taking me away with him. Even though his status was now my husband, it was natural to do this in honor of an older person.

My decision was to make a deal because money wasn't entirely wrong. Zain would have gone back if I was away from my family. No one can guarantee what Zain will do, when it's in human mode it sucks.

"Why you?" Zain shook his head after seeing me do it.

"There's no reason."

Zain and I walked together after leaving the hotel room. We were just busy with each other's thoughts in the hotel lobby.

A woman standing in the lobby greeted us with a smile. A woman who is no stranger to me, she wears a navy blouse suit and pants in matching colors. The woman who sat with Zain at the restaurant, the trigger for the embarrassment I had to endure from drinking people's juz.

"I'm sorry, did you wait a long time?" Zain said so kindly to the woman after standing in front of her.

"No problem, brother." Reply to the woman without diminishing the smile on her face.

"May. Recognize this is my wife. Rayy." Zain introduced me to the woman, and the woman named Maya immediately reached out.

"We already know," I said flatly without any intention of welcoming Maya's hand.

Maya is the son of my neighbor, a bounty worker at the complex who made a hoax I suddenly got married because of an accident. The world is so narrow, netizens and their victims know each other.

"I'll take Maya home, it just so happens to be her house in the direction of Aunt Aira." Zain went back to explaining, which I don't really care about.

After reaching the front of the car, Zain pulled my hand which was about to open the back door. I thought I would let the two of them sit in front, it turned out that Zain was sitting me next to him.

Not long ago, Zain pulled the car over. I asked Zain to stop for a moment because my head felt dizzy and my stomach was so nauseous. Usually I'm safe when driving, I'm not the type of person who is drunk vehicles.

After the car stopped, I rushed out and squatted down on the edge of the small trench, spitting out all the contents in my stomach. Zain came over and helped me nape my nape, not looking at all awkward while taking care of me.

"So it's true that you got married in an accident?" ask Maya who followed Zain down to me.

Hoek .. My stomach is back to nausea hearing Maya's question. Can't be different, can it? Where drunk vehicles where drunk Baby.

"Congratulations, how old is she?" Maya back chattering, I can not reply to her words because too weak also lazy.

"It's only been a week" replied Zain who immediately gave me a glance.

A week from nowhere, sleeping naked never. Starting to go wrong Zain's brain, Mayan babble memapain pake considered all.

"Rayya and I just met a week ago, so the rumors are a lie."

From their conversation during the trip, I understand it turns out Zain ospek committee during Maya became maba at the campus. A senior who drove his junior home, Zain was indeed attentive. Aish ... think what I am.

"Assalamualaik." Zain said his greetings while knocking on the door of Aunt Aira's house. I only noticed what Zain was doing from the patio chair, for the time being I could do nothing but put my head on the table.

"Waallaikumussalam," answered Aunt Aira from inside the house before opening the door for Zain.

I entered the house with Zain. I can walk on my own, but somehow Zain insists on helping me. Perhaps his conscience feels called as a husband on standby. May there be sincerity in the pretense, uh.

"Why you?" asked Aunt Aira while wiping the sweat on my forehead, after I sat on the sofa.

"I_"

"Light night aunt." Zain cut my words. This time I turned my eyes to the ngawur answer that Zain threw out. Although not entirely wrong. How about aunt Aira and om Rahman think that yes.

"Ooh." Couple husband wife compact ber ho oh ria.

"Kids where Auntie, how lonely?" my words cut off their imaginations.

"This hour they used to teach. Just had a husband for a day, forgot about each other." Aunt Aira hid her smile behind five fingers. It's wrong again.

"Looks, Rayya needs a break, Auntie." I stood up from my seat. Don't want to get involved any further with anything that's going to get me cornered.

"Do you want a aunt to take you to the room?" Aunt Aira looked at me with a face that could not be interpreted.

"No aunt, Rayya can walk alone."

"Maybe he wants to be delivered with Zain." Om Rahman smiled, then looked at me and Zain alternately.

"okay." After returning Rahman Zain's gaze, he stood up, grabbed my hand and guided my steps towards the room. I left that ignorant husband and wife in the living room.

"This is your room?" Zain said after entering my room. This is the first time a man has entered the most private room I have.

Zain folded his hands in front of his chest, his eyes scanning the entire contents of the 3 x 3 m² room carefully. His steps stopped right in front of the table above which was a picture frame of a man. With lightning fast I took the picture frame before Zain's hand touched it.

"It turns out you've been idolizing me for a long time." The existence of his eyes centered on my hands which hid the picture frame behind the body. Immediately I put the item in a drawer and locked it as Zain stepped in the other direction.

"I'm so tired, I'm going to sleep a little while." Zain took out a pillow and placed it on the floor along with his body.

"Why sleep downstairs?" I asked a little pity.

"Just like that."

"What?"

"Your mate. As hard as the floor."

Astaghfirullah, this guy really ...

My mattress might not be as good as the one he had, but what, yes, should I say so honestly?