I'm the Princess of an Actor

Chapter 13: The Mysterious Man

"What do you mean?" my cecarku is getting curious.

"I'll help you prove to your mother, if you can also be proud of her."

I was stunned to hear his answer, why did he talk as if he knew how my mother had been treating me all this time? Obviously he was just a stranger I never even met. But she even knew my heart when mother compared me to Mas Rian and Mira.

"What did you say?" manyaku.

"First, call me Mas! Because I'm older than you and I'm your husband!" He told me not to mind my question.

"Jawab my question! What do you mean you want to marry me, and what do you mean you want to help me?" my insistence is not to lose, I'm sure he's just diverting the conversation.

Adam just smiled knotfully, and casually stepped past me and then immediately lay down on the bed.

"So, are we gonna sleep in bed?" 

I looked up annoyed at him who was holding his head with one hand while smiling madly. I quickly pulled out his other hand until he sat down.

"Who said you could sleep here?"

"Yes..." Errata.

"OKs. Who said you could sleep here?" I came back with a different call. Calling the name of an older husband is indeed less ethical, sounds strange.

He stood up, then immediately sat down on the long sofa.

"Well, I'll sleep here." He took off his socks, then laid his body on a sofa that was only half his body long.

I tried not to care, even though I knew he could be sore from sleeping on the couch. Choose to go into the bathroom, to clean yourself.

I just came out of the bathroom, when I saw that Mas Adam had been covered in a sofa. Is he really asleep, or just starting to close his eyes?.

Not wanting to hold back the curiosity, I approached him slowly. He leaned down and shook his hands in front of his face. He did not react, apparently Mas Adam was already asleep.

"Fastly" I murmured and turned around, unexpectedly Mas Adam pulled my hand until this body fell on his lap.

I intended to be angry, when the look in his eyes that were so shady made me forget my annoyance. The fixed look of the black eyeball seemed to lock me up, especially when her thin lips revealed a sweet smile.

Waitaminute! How can I think like this?. I woke up and wiped my clothes.

"Remember my body will be left behind in your clothes, so you will definitely have a beautiful dream" he said with a smile.

I stomped my rough feet, got into bed and immediately covered my entire body with a blanket, lying behind him, embarrassed.

A soft ruckus rang out, I opened the blanket and looked at him in annoyance.

"Don't laugh!" I jolted and covered my body with a blanket.

He could have laughed so lightly after making me feel embarrassed, annoying. Suddenly, I remembered something, and immediately woke up to look at him who was looking at me while sitting on the sofa.

"Why did you say you were going to move me today? Do you think I want to come with you?."

"Because you've become my wife."

The sentence is short, but it makes me understand the meaning of the words, if the wife must obey the husband. But, do I really have to leave this house to go with her?. Although I once thought of leaving this house because of marriage, of course it is not this kind of marriage that I meant.

It seems like my thinking is incomplete so God just granted it. I should have thought of getting out of this house to marry a man who loved me so much, not a stranger. It might be different now, maybe.

"But I don't want to be away from Mom" I said as I was.

"Yes, but I was intending to go back. But leaving after marriage, there seems to be no chance for me to come back here."

After saying this, I suddenly realized something.

"How do you know I intend to leave?."

This man is really mysterious, obviously we just met for the first time, with a note if he is not Mira's man. But why does he seem to know all my life.

First, she said that she wanted to marry me, but we were obviously strangers. Let alone love, even his name I just found out today.

Second, he said he would help me make me proud. Well, that was my biggest wish, but I felt like I never told anyone, let alone him.

And third, he knew that before this I had intended to leave this house. Isn't knowing all about me a strange thing.

Suddenly, my memory was fixed on what my mother said the other day, if there was a man following me. Or maybe Adam is the one.

"Is Mas the man who always follows me?." I asked, a surprised look from his eyes that widened by a few seconds.

"What do you mean?." He knitted both of his thick eyebrows.

"Mom said, there are men who always follow me. I don't know and don't care much about it. But, Mas knows all about me, wouldn't it be natural for me to suspect Mas is the man I mean?."

He was silent for a moment, and the next second chuckled softly.

"Of course not, why am I following you."

"True, that's what confused me. Why did Mas say he wanted to marry me when we just met, then why did Mas know if I wanted to make you proud. And just now, Mas knew that I had intended to leave this house. How did you know all that?."

Again, he was silent, thinking of something. "Tomorrow we will go early in the morning, so we should sleep faster so that tomorrow can wake up early" he said and immediately lay his body in a sofa with a position behind me.

"But I haven't told you if I agreed to go" I said, but he just kept quiet and didn't respond. Sucks.

I can only feel confused, this man is truly mysterious. Why won't he answer my question, he seems to be hiding something from me.

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"Aaakhh!!!."

I was surprised not to play when I saw a man who had just entered the room. The man with the towel wrapped around his waist looked puzzled.

I who had just woken up from sleep immediately covered myself with a blanket, until finally my memory of last night's impromptu marriage finally appeared. And the man I just saw, of course, was Mas Adam.

I open the blanket to the shoulder, and see if Mas Adam who was wearing Koko clothes that he was wearing all night.

I turned my face and covered myself with a blanket when the movement of his hand that lowered the towel, until for a while I felt that he had finished changing clothes.

"Why are you wearing that outfit again?" I asked when I saw him fully dressed.

"Because I don't have clothes here."

Ah right too.

"You want to pray together?" he asked who was ready to stand on the prayer mat.

I'm shaking. "Mas go first." Of course, I still feel ashamed if I pray together with him, my husband.

Seriate.