The actor? Who's Afraid!
perfects

"Rend, we'll talk again" Zain told someone on the other end of the phone and disconnected.

Without wasting any time so that Zain did not ask anything, I immediately raised the handpone and I close it to the ear.

"Well, maybe dong, I like astral beings? What do you do? A real man is not good looking doang, but also good attitude!" I spoke to a cell phone that never called anyone.

There's a pain that scratches the heart, I don't know. Zain was all first thing to me. The first time I liked God's creatures from Adam. The first time I felt broken before revealing it.

"What look-look?" I replied to Zain who continued to stare intensely at my face with his flat expression.

"Your head is blocking my view on the rearview mirror. Can you back off a little?" Zain looked serious with his words while turning the steering wheel and occasionally glanced at the rearview mirror to make it easy to park the car. Yes already ... If you want to see the spy why his eyes are pointing at my face?

I don't know what's wrong with this self, so many times I always misunderstand Zain. Maybe even Zain never thought of me as anything. Aish ... Why should I live one-sided love.

The car stopped in the courtyard of a mosque. When I see the clock coiled around my wrist, it will soon enter the time of prayer Dzuhur. Maybe that's why Zain was in such a hurry to disconnect his phone. At least I'm a little relieved Zain didn't hear me before, or pretended not to hear. I don't know.

Having assumed the status of a wife, I have often seen Zain fulfill his duty as a servant in time. That's what makes me more fascinated in men who are good looking, good account and good attitude. Perfects.

After establishing the Dzuhur prayer, I immediately entered the car while waiting for Zain who was solemnly demanding do'a. Until waiting fifteen minutes in the car, Zain has not shown his nostrils again. I don't know what he asked God for after being the man I thought was almost perfect.

TOK ... TOK ... TOK ...

I turned towards the windshield of the car that was knocked from outside, Zain had been standing there. Lately he has always appeared without notification, maybe testing how healthy my heart is.

"We ate first, before continuing on our way back," Zain said after I got out of the car and stood in front of him.

Zain took my hand, leading me across the street like a child. Sometimes he stopped the speed of vehicles that would pass so that Zain and I could pass the road to the other side.

After arriving at a restaurant, Zain told me to order whatever I wanted. I ordered all the menus I thought were good.

The man with the good label account frowned, after receiving a bill of food that I had finished. His eyes shot a sharp glare at me, then handed a few pieces of red money to the cashier. I just shrugged my shoulders without feeling any guilt, he told me to buy whatever I wanted.

"Eat you a lot too" Zain said as he clasped my hand back to cross the road to our car in the parking lot.

"Development period," I replied lightly without seeing the expression of the interlocutor, I was busy staring at the pace of the vehicle that was getting closer and closer.

"How big do you want to grow?" ask her again while continuing to pull my hand behind her step.

"Not big, but tall." Now my eyes were fixed on the back of the man who held my hand tightly. Every word Zain said was rude but his attitude towards me was so gentle.

"Then!" zain's words managed to stop my steps all of a sudden. The grip of his hand was I sent off unilaterally, I could not continue to be complacent with Zain's treatment but continued to be hurt by his words.

I happily enjoyed the warmth of the body of the man who hugged me. Unashamed of the crowd, the more I held my arms and placed my ears on the chest that began to pound.

"Are you not sane!" Zain shouted after taking off the embrace and keeping my body away from him. The look on his face was so worried, his eyes scanned my entire body from head to toe.

Even I could not hide my happiness over Zain's treatment of me, a smile appeared without confirmation from my lips in appreciation of Zain's actions. The back of his hand was repeatedly taped to my forehead.

"Your wounded hand, why is your concussion head?" Now the worried face disappeared and was replaced with a furious face. My smile also began to change into a grimace when the pain hit my right hand elbow.

"Blood?" I screamed when Zain showed me the elbow on my injured hand.

"That's a small wound, look there!"

My eyes followed Zain's index finger, and there was a motorcyclist who fell not far from where I was standing. His feet were full of fresh blood flowing.

"Blood!" After seeing the man my head felt so heavy, my breathing was so tight and my vision was dark.

I blinked my eyes a few times, the light that entered the retina of my eyes was so dazzling. When my eyes were completely ready to receive all the light, set had already changed in a room with a pungent carbolic aroma.

It wasn't just Zain standing beside the bed where I was now limping down, there was another handsome man beside Zain. The man who offered me a meal at the restaurant yesterday, yes. Whaaat! What's that guy doing standing here?

"Where am I?" I asked the two men who were looking at me with different expressions.

"In the hospital." The man I didn't know his name answered softly, while Zain just took a heavy breath as if he had just found oxygen.

"Well, why am I in the hospital?"

"From dinner." Now Zain answered, but not as gentle as the handsome man beside him.

With the rest of the energy in my body, I tried to get up to sit down. Zain was always quick to help when in these circumstances, so the more dear, uh.

"You were the cause of the motorcycle accident, he was the boss of the rider." Zain clarified in my ear half-whispering.

I turned my eyes away because I was too shocked by the news. I looked at the face of the man who had a flat expression on me. Will he sue for damages on behalf of his employees?

Although still on the bed, I forced myself to rest in front of the man by sticking both palms in front of the chest. Asking the man for forgiveness is more important than my pride.

I don't have money for the damages.