I'm Not an Actor

Yes, he knows...

Lunch time I didn't leave the room. I just dropped food on Mr. Tedi who was about to get out.

"Tumben didn't come out on his own?" ask mr. Tedi.

"So lazy, sir. It's hot outside" I said.

"But I turned it around a bit long huh? I need to go to the leasing office first. There is something to be done there" said Mr. Tedi.

I just according. Because I'm not hungry either.

"Origin, not tomorrow, sir" I said. Mr. Tedi just smiled.

Mr. Tedi is a man who rarely jokes. The inn is serious.

I play my phone while sitting casually on the small sofa in my study. Yesterday Mas Angga put a sofa in my room, he said so I can relax after resting.

Again busy browsing, mas Angga entered my room. I just shut up. Pretending not to see it.

He sat next to me. Because the sofa is small, making his stocky body stick to my body. I shifted a little away.

"Why?" ask the Angga.

"It's okay" I replied.

"Still angry?" ask again.

"No" I replied again.

"Deket here dong if not angry" he asked.

"No" I refused.

"Why?" ask again.

"It's okay" I replied again.

Then he shifted his seat until there was no more distance. I'm standing. But I pulled my hand until I fell again.

"If you keep this up, I will also keep going" said Mas Angga, his hands curled around my waist.

I'm trying to let go. But my strength is losing strong. I surrendered.

"What do you want?" my many.

"I want you!" the answer. Then his hand grabbed my neck and pressed down on it, so that he could freely fondle me.

I tried to be quiet not to respond. He keeps on poking me.

I tried to turn my face away from her kiss. But he kept pressing my neck even stronger.

I wanted to exert all my strength to break away, but I was worried that my voice would be heard until it came out.

"Lock the door first." I finally gave up.

Mas Angga stared at my eyes sharply, then kissed my forehead.

He walked to lock the door. Suddenly the phone rang. He immediately raised a call that was out of nowhere.

"I'm out first" he said, then walked out of my room. I breathe with relief.

Finally someone made her come out of my room. I tidied up my clothes. And take my bag.

Looks like I need to get out for a while too, so that my mind is fresher. Butek if in the room continues.

I came out of the showroom, looking for a shop. I just want to enjoy the air outside.

From the showroom entrance, I saw Mas Angga getting into a car, which I knew was not his car.

I looked again at who was next to him. Mas Angga's wife.

I just swallowed my saliva which felt dry. His wife came back here. Fortunately, I did not enter my room.

If she knew her husband was forcing me, I'd be finished in his maki-maki.

"Hallo, Wid" said someone whose voice I know. I looked towards that voice.

Mr. Andre. What is he doing on these streets? Is it like me, looking for a place for lunch?

"Why are you here?" ask Andre sir.

"Find a place to eat, sir" I replied.

"Have you?" ask again.

"Not yet" I said briefly.

"There it is, yuk. It just so happens that I haven't had lunch yet" he asked. I nodded, then we walked together across the street.

Mr. Andre is good friends with my brother, Andi. Even as far as I used to be, she recommended me to be accepted to work in the showroom. Even after I know, it turns out this showroom belongs to Mas Angga.

Mr. Andre prefers to call my name directly, if it is outside the office. But I still call him 'Sir' in his honor. Because he was above Andi.

We chose a place at the end. Let not many people go. Lazy also again eat in pass people continue.

"Say Andi, you're filing for divorce?" ask Mr. Andre when we've sat down and waited for our order.

"Yes" I replied briefly. Not that he does not want to answer at length, but I think he already knows a lot from Andi mas.

"Why should you get divorced?" tanyakanya. I'm staring.

"Long story, sir" I replied.

"Yes, Wid. Every household has its tests. If you have decided, yes well lived" he said.

Our lunch order is coming. I immediately ate it because the break time is just around the corner.

"Don't rush. Angga again out of town with his wife" said Mr. Andre. I stopped my bribe.

Out of town with his wife? I saw him with his wife. But I didn't think he was going out of town. I returned to bribe my food.

"Wid, you should not get too close to Angga" said Mr. Andre again.

I looked at him again, asking for an explanation.

"The man never loved his wife. Because according to the story, he used to be betrothed and tricked into marrying Vika, his wife" said Mr. Andre.

I listened to Mr. Andre's story while continuing to bribe food into my mouth.

"But Angga will not be able to escape from Vika. You know why?" ask Andre sir.

I shook my head, because Angga never told me anything about his wife. Almost all the stories about his wife, I heard from others. Including mas Andi.

"The Angga family was heavily in debt to the Vika family. Not only debt, but also debt." Mr. Andre stopped the story, and started eating his food.

Life debt? Whatdoes thatmean? I was about to ask, but hape sir Andre suddenly rang. And he took the call.

I quickly finished my food. Let's just say that after Mr. Andre finishes the call, I can ask you again.

Mr. Andre took his call a long time ago. Even he got away from me. And leave the food.

He just got back after lunch. Although Angga mas out of town, but I do not feel good if you have to be late to the office.

Moreover, Mr. Tedi also said that he would be late to enter. I'm paying my respects to Andre. And I keep my question about Angga mas first.

Although I actually got a lot of heads. Because as far as I know, Mas Angga is also filing for divorce.

Didn't Mr. Andre know that, so he said Mas Angga can't let go of his wife.

I shouldn't have to interfere in someone else's business. Because there will be no benefit for me.

Why does my life have to be faced with complicated people? Life can be made simple.

I also made my own life complicated. Though the problem can be solved quickly if only I can be firm.

Be firm with my husband. Be firm with my husband's ex-wife and be firm with my ex-boyfriend. I felt like I was caught up in my own worries.