Turns out I'm the Actor
6. Start with a comparison

"Ta, it's night. What are you doing?" ask Kei to Neta who is preparing the ingredients to make breakfast tomorrow morning.

"In the meantime, I'll prepare this for tomorrow morning" Neta replied gently. Something Kei rarely met with his first wife, Salma.

"It's too busy, can I help you?" bargain Kei when he saw his young wife prepared everything with pleasure.

"Preparing like this alone he can become so happy like that," Kei inner as he looked at Neta's smile.

"My wife, Salma. Where would he want his hands dirty, smelly onions, fishy smell like this just to prepare our food? but he gladly did it. What era is this? I thought this kind of woman was extinct, "the inner Kei who got closer and then stood leaning against the kitchen set.

"What's? No need to help Mas Kei, this is done. Don't look at me like that, what's up? Is there something wrong with my face?" neta asked as she rubbed her cheek with the back of her hand.His eyes were beautifully rounded.

"But I want to help you Ta" Kei replied gently.

Kei quickly changed positions. He is currently behind Neta and hugging her. Holding Neta's hands and then slowly washing them.

The gentle swipe after the swab happened. Strange lights began to appear. Neta was well aware of the desire of the man who had become her husband.

"I'm afraid you'll wash your hands clean." Kei wiped the hand of Neta he had just finished washing.

"It seems that if you stick like this, there must be a desire. What do you want, Kei? Shall I make you something? Or Hungry again?" ask Neta who just wants to shift the subject.

Kei chuckles amusedly. He then rubbed the tip of Neta's tiny nose. Yes the Neta nose is not so big. Small and taper. Minimalist but interesting.

"Byeah, make some tea. We talked in the middle room, right? I'm still very full and I don't want to sleep yet" said Kei, who went ahead of Neta and turned on the TV in the living room.

A smile that does not fade and also abundant happiness. Neta felt this was a good time for her to ask Kei for his departure the other day. What was the reason for not contacting for days.

Not long after, Neta came with a tray containing warm tea and also homemade cakes. Things like this are very rare Kei met even never. Salma is just busy with her business and her world.

for Salma, Kei is only an absolute requirement that he must have to master his father's treasure, while Salma for Kei is only a bridge to achieve his dream. Unfortunately, Salma could not connect Kei to his dream because he could not conceive.

because of that, Kei looked for ways that he considered the best. Kei is married to a woman of his choice just to be able to get offspring. Actually, his sweet attitude towards Neta is not love, but just a mere need.

You could say, this is all just a form of cooperation between Kei and Bu Rahayu. Neta, he's just the tool. Big profits are still obtained by Bu Rahayu.

"This is the drink, tired, Mas?" ask Neta with a look. She gave the warm drink to her husband.

Kei sat leaning back and stared at the flaming Television. He spoke without looking at Neta. Suddenly he showed a cold attitude.

"Where is work not tired?" answer by asking back.

If it was Salma, there would definitely be a fight there. Salma could at least when someone spoke to her impolitely. His name is also the son of a rich man. From childhood he used to step on and up, not usually loving and humble.

"Yes, you're right, Mas" Neta continued, and then she approached and stomped on Kei's arm.

In order to get home early, Neta reached the target by charging his strength. If usually he just draws a pattern and serves the buyer. Today she joined the sewing so that her work would be finished quickly.

"Em," Kei replied with a slow nod.

Neta turns to massage her husband's legs. He does so with complete willingness. Even that smile did not fade away.

Kei silently watched Neta's every move. His heart slowly fluttered. Little by little, he always made comparisons between Salma, and Neta.

"Houmz!" Neta yawned and her eyes looked watery but her hands still did not stop.

"Sleepy already? Let's go to sleep, "take Kei to Neta.

"Not yet Mas, this is the tea you have not drunk. The cake, don't you want to taste? Made by myself loh Mas, especially for you. Because I'm happy, you're home, so I'm not lonely anymore" I'm Neta who only responds to smiles and strokes just at the top of the head.

In order to keep Neta feeling, Kei took a piece of cake and ate it. Just one small bite because the look of the cake is not as beautiful as the cakes that Salma often buy. Again, there is a comparison.

"Devicious indeed, I am not good at decorating Mas, but if the taste does not disappoint," said Neta.

"Okay, what if it doesn't taste good?" asked Kei who was very doubtful about the cake.

Neta, who was sleepy and somewhat upset by Kei's assessment of the cake, then stood up. He went and went to their bedroom. There was a sense of disappointment when her husband said so.

"He said I was ugly, right? I am not good at decorating. I should've bought it earlier, "inner Neta with her gloomy face. He lay down and slowly fell asleep.

Meanwhile, in the middle room.

"Why is it so good? It's a regular cake but why does it taste different?" said Kei while continuing to taste the cake.

"If this continues I can get fat, already ah," said Kei who only left whip cream on the plate.

"Where was he?" muttered Kei who then looked for the whereabouts of Neta. "Was he angry that I insulted the cake?" thought.

Kei went into the room and saw Neta who was asleep. Without a blanket, Neta looks curled up. Kei felt pity when he saw it and he slowly covered Neta's body with a blanket.

"There shouldn't be any feelings at play in our relationship and I hope you're not the kind of woman I've always wanted to be. So that later when we get divorced, everything can be done easily, "inner Kei.

staring flatly at Neta the woman who had given her joy to the man she considered to be an excellent husband.

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In the morning when Neta woke up first from her sleep she saw between Kei and herself wearing a different blanket. Shouldn't they be sharing and even hugging each other? But these? Kei was like keeping his distance.

"Why do we have to be alone?" muttered Neta with a feeling of disappointment. She squeezed the blanket meaningfully.