The actor? Who's Afraid!
Above what below

"You can go home tomorrow morning." Om Rahman's proposal was responded by Zain with a nod.

"Yes. It's raining outside too." Aunt Aira chimed in. Even nature wants us to stay tonight.

Obviously I'm so worried. If Zain stays in this house, it means I have to share that little bed with Zain.

Maybe last afternoon I could have persuaded Zain to sleep in bed, but for tonight it looks like I ....

"Sister?"

"Yes?" I reflexively replied, as Saffa called out to me. Saffa smiled at me then looked at Zain in turn.

"Sister Zain is not going anywhere, brother! No need to look at it that way." Saffa and Zain looked at each other and smiled and ended with a high five. What's up with them?

I don't understand what Saffa said, did I really look at Zain from earlier? It doesn't seem, if it's true Zain will make fun of me.

"Gea too" said Gea, then climbed the table and raised his hand towards Zain, the scene ending with the palm between Zain and Gea. I'm rich brother is just as good as a sibling.

"Gea, get down, son. It can't be, Zain's brother can't eat." Aunty Aira monologues while lowering her ball from the table.

"No auntie, here Gea sits with Zain's brother." Zain took over Gea from his mother's arms. Then let the five-year-old girl sit on her lap.

Rahman and I were just the family drama scene behind the dinner table. That's how Aunt Aira is every day, she has to keep an eye on her youngest child who is very active.

"Tante can eat first, let Zain take care of Gea." Zain managed to convince aunt Aira. Aunt Aira sat down and ate her food.

The man in front of me was indeed very good at taking people's hearts. My heart too, uh.

"Sir Rayya loves Za_ very much"

"Uhuk."

"Sister!" Saffa shouted loudly as his face was filled with water. I quickly wiped Saffa's face with the cloth I had pulled from the table.

"That's the lap that was making the pot lift!"

I blinked my eyes and turned towards Aunt Aira who was giving clarification.

"Sister!"

"Miani."

After the drama-filled dinner ended, I returned to my room. While Zain was busy chatting with om Rahman. I don't know what they're talking about, but the sound of her laughter is heard from the middle room.

I whipped up my favorite flat-piece screen, looking for the latest news on the bias I've been idolizing.

Actually, Aunt Aira has never banned, but I still steal time when I'm alone.

"Sister!" Saffa's voice surprised me.

I was not aware of the arrival of Saffa who had suddenly stood in the doorway. I thought he was still angry because of the water I put on his face, but now he met me with a smile.

"Where is Kaka's photo bias?" ask her as she steps closer to the now empty table without a photo of idol bias.

"Save it, then" I replied without taking my eyes off the screen.

"Because there's already Brother Zain, huh?"

Saffa's question made me stop the activity. I looked at the face of the boy who was now sitting in front of me, "It has nothing to do with Brother Zain." Then continue the activity that was previously stopped, back stalking bias account.

"She! What's it like to have a husband who looks like an idol?"

I sighed hearing Saffa's question, "It feels like?" I looked back at Saffa. "Cock taste? rich in food!"

"Saffa means, how do you feel, having a husband who looks like Yoon-gi oppa?" Saffa raised his eyebrows and I just grieved and shook my head.

At first I thought Zain was a gift from God for every doa I offered. However, after seeing the real Zain's temperament I became doubtful. Not doubting God's scenario in my life, but doubting myself whether I can keep my household with Zain.

"Isn't it late now? Why aren't you asleep?" Zain ruffled Saffa's hair gently.

"Just go back to the room." Saffa pursed his lips. I only glanced at Saffa with his thumb and came out of the room running.

After Saffa came out of the room, the atmosphere between us became so quiet. Without a word Zain picked up a pillow and placed it on the floor. The feeling of pity was again present greeting, when he saw the man curled up in the cold on the floor.

"Sleep in bed, let me sleep downstairs." My orders to Zain After I sat nearby shaking Zain's arm with my index finger.

"You, that's your bed." Zain refused without a fight. His eyes were closed even though this afternoon had also gone to sleep.

"I don't want you to get sick."

Zain opened his eyes and looked at me with a face full of question marks.

"Because I have to drive tomorrow." I continued my words that were cut off because of Zain's previous facial expression.

"You do the above, you're sick again." Resist. There was a look of disappointment on his face, after paying attention.

"Drunken the vehicle is not sick, you're the one above me going to sleep below." I gave an explanation.

"You are above."

I shook my head, "I'm the one below, you're on top."

"I don't want to be up there!" zain began to lose control of his patience.

"You're on top!" I also don't want to give up on his health.

GECK... GECK... GECK...

The sound of the door being knocked down filled the sense of hearing, Zain and I stopped the debate and looked at each other.

"Quick you decide who's on the bottom, who's on top. You're the only newlyweds who fuss over position."

"That's Rahman's voice, right?" my question Zain answered with a nod.

"Is it in front of the room?" I'm astonished. Om Rahman is not the type of person who likes to interfere in the affairs of others. Although sometimes stupid.

"Gea so woke up because of you guys," said the person who is now being the topic of ghibah.

After the morning before me and Zain say goodbye to the family of aunt Aira and om Rahman. There were no more tears to let go of us, it seemed like they had so much faith in the man who was now sitting next to me holding the steering wheel.

"What look-look?"

The man I thought was focusing on the street, knew I was staring at him intensely. This man's attitude is unpredictable, sometimes cold sometimes warm, rich dispenser only.

"Remember the covenant!" Speak without taking your eyes off.

I refuse to answer, serving every Zain speech means I'm testing my guts. Every time I wanted to wave my hand and scream I gave up.

I turned my eyes out through the side glass of the car, long staring at Zain's face made me more restless. As a normal woman I can't deny Zain's face is so charming, let alone similar to the dream bias. What if I really fall in love?

"Don't!"

Zain's voice roused me from the daydream. It's written very clearly in the agreement, if I break .... Is there still a chance?

"No."

"Why? Why do you keep me from liking you?" I half screamed. A second later he turned to look at Zain.

I found Zain looking at me in astonishment, his hand holding a handphone that was placed close to his ear. Isn't it obvious? Zain did not answer my heart but answered someone behind the phone.

Die me ....