Turns out I'm the Actor
7. Kei's strange attitude

7.

It froze without even flinching. Aneta did not make any movement other than staring at her husband questioningly. The man who was well recognized by his family actually made him wonder a lot.

Neta could only slowly wipe her face without daring to make a sound. He did not want to harass the man who was always hailed by both his mother and aunt. To be honest, this was very confusing for Neta, met several times and just got married.

When thinking about this all Neta can actually feel an oddity. But again all of that was torn down by the influence of the mother who claimed Kei was a wonderful good person. He, this is all inseparable from the figure of Neta who is a filial son.

“Available?” kei asked suddenly by patting Neta's thigh.

“Hem?” neta muttered his response with a bit of surprise.

“Available?” re-hash Kei asked.

“Iya, what breakfast would you like?” ask Neta without seeing her husband's face. He was still upset to wonder about the separate blanket.

“Fried rice only, I have to go back to work today and maybe two or three more days just come home. You okay ‘kan?” asked Kei by continuing to look at the look on Neta's face.

“It's okay,” Neta replied sufficiently with a faint smile and a quick glance at her.

Kei only observed the movement of his second wife which was very clearly seen to be shifting some discomfort. His hands quickly folded the blanket, tied his hair and left the room without saying much. But no door was slammed like when Salma was angry.

“Why does his face look like that? What ... he felt that I was deliberately keeping my distance and only wanted to get closer when I wanted to do that?” thought Kei was still with his manic staring at the door of their room.

Unwilling to be constantly distracted by his confused thoughts about Kei's increasingly strange attitude, he then chooses to busy himself in the kitchen. While cooking, Neta also took care of her work by contacting her men at the boutique. He did not seem to be in trouble, it all seemed ordinary and he easily did.

Neta contacted Wilma to check the materials inventory. While he Rumi and Dara on this day have a promise to measure customer clothes. Their customers always ask them to measure clothes at home because they are no longer young and can only sit on a wheelchair.

“You are today so ‘kan measure grandma Fuji?” clothes ask Neta while chopping onions.

“So Ma'am, the shirt will be worn next month during the birthday event of his son-in-law's grandson he said. So he asked to be made into a uniform for a photo event including his grandson,” explained Dara.

“Oh yes, just do it and don't be disappointed. I will probably come in about two hours,” said Neta after which he ended the call after he felt enough.

“Hhh ..” Neta sighed slowly exhaling her breath slowly.

“It seems that I do have to busy myself to throw away all these negative thoughts. This wedding doesn't change much of my schedule except for the house and the new cars I have. I didn't even

know to be happy or sad about this, Neta inner” by continuing to stir the fried rice.

Finished cooking, he momentarily stared at the door and saw Kei had not yet come out of his room. Right now his feelings are dull and floating. Many questions ran through his mind.

Just to open the voice, Neta is lazy to listen to a million reasons that Kei can certainly throw. While he was busy with his thoughts, a message came in from Wila.

Wila: [Mbak, next month our photographer is getting married and he wants to resign. We need to find a new photographer. Are we opening vacancies or are there no people of our own?] fill in Wila's message.

Unfinished he faced his erratic feelings, Neta should be preoccupied with new problems. Looking for a photographer to photograph the product. Things are not easy, Neta must choose her own style and how to take pictures of the photographer so that he gets the results of the appropriate picture.

“Find where I am,” lamented again while arranging fried rice on a plate.

“You looking for what?” asked Kei who was apparently behind Neta's body but just kept quiet.

Neta smiled and placed the fried rice on the table. Only one plate he made. She hoped her husband would take her out to eat a plate together.

“Not looking for anything Mas, only materials to make a clothes for customers,” replied Neta who returned to the kitchen to make her husband carrot juice.

Kei sat down and Neta sat next to him. Their relationship is sometimes so tight. But between the two of them, Neta planted a lot of seeds of hope in it.

Neta yearns for a perfect marriage relationship with a gentle, loving man. But until this second, he still could not understand Kei in the slightest.

“Please eat.” Neta invites him in the hope that he will be offered a meal together.

Kei directly devoured the fried rice and stabbed it still busy reading the emails that went into his phone. She completely ignored the presence of Neta beside her who was waiting for her to eat together. In fact, Neta's hand is ready to reach the spoon beside her.

“Even offer me no?”neta wondered.

Neta paused her intention and tightened her lips. There was no conversation there and the upset Neta finally chose to go for a bath and left Kei to eat his breakfast in the morning.

“I shower ya Mas, eat you ‘kan is done,” say goodbye Neta with her chauffeur.

“Hem,” Kei replied to cold deheman.

“Sabar Neta, your paradise is on him. Maybe he behaved so because of a lot of problems in his office,” thought Neta was bracing herself.

****

Kei who was ready in his suit stood in front of the main door and intended to say goodbye. He always carried his suitcase everywhere. If you think this is his home. Shouldn't you bring the suitcase if you don't stay for long?

“Ta! I went ya!” kei shouted at the door.

Neta who was also preparing was immediately out of the room that also carrying her suitcase. It made Kei widen his eyes. He was surprised to see Neta carrying a suitcase.

“Where are you going? Why carry suitcases?” Kei asked and went back inside the house.

“I'm going to sleep in a boutique. What do at home, you also go quite long ‘kan? Coincidentally my work is also a lot so the possibility of overtime continues,” replied Neta.

Kei frowned. It was like he was looking. His gaze straightened at Neta and said, “It's not because I'm angry?”