I'm the Princess of an Actor

Chapter 21: Fugitive Adam?

I gently kissed the back of my priest's hand, and Mas Adam kissed my forehead afterwards. Unlike the previous two dawns, this time it was Mas Adam who accepted my prayers.

"I'm sorry that these two days Mas did not fulfill Mas's promise to you for the congregational dawn prayer" he said with a sad look.

"No papa, I get it."

"And please remind me, if Mas forgets our duty as a Muslim."

I nodded while smiling thinly. There are so many things that fill my head at this time, various questions I want to ask this husband.

Who her? Where does he go every night? And why did he suddenly appear in my life and help me achieve my dream?. A few days ago he was still a stranger, but now he is my husband. Husband, whom I don't know his background. Who refused to confirm our marriage.

I wanted to ask him all this, but unfortunately I could only hold it in my heart. Because I realized, there were so many things that he was hiding from me.

"I'm sorry for making me curious" he said to me, and again he seemed to know my heart.

He breathed, and spoke again. "You know, there are so many questions you want to ask. But sorry, for now I can't tell you."

"When can you say it?." He who discussed it first, certainly made me want to ask.

"Mas doesn't know, which is clear you'll find out someday."

I smiled faintly, trying to understand his decision.

"Well, what do you want to have breakfast this morning?" I asked later.

"Maybe .. a special plate of fried rice."

"Hem, Mas has not had time to eat my fried rice. But it's a pity, because fried rice is not good for breakfast so we should eat something else."

"Well, whatever you make will eat it."

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"Geez, I forgot to buy groceries!." I muttered when I saw the contents of the refrigerator with only two eggs left, I forgot that the food supply was depleted.

"What's wrong?". Adam, who had just come out of his room, asked, he saw the contents of the refrigerator.

"Let's relax, there will be a traveling greengrocer passing by, you can shop there."

"What time is it?."

"Hour 7."

"Huh, breakfast will be bad luck."

"Mas will have breakfast at work, you don't have to worry" he said as he rubbed my head slowly.

"Working place?." I asked in surprise, putting his hand out of my head.

"Oh yes Mas forgot to tell you, starting today Mas has started to enter work." He straightened his body, made me realize his different appearance today, a shirt with material pants, he looks neat and.... handsome?. Athaghfirullah! What I was thinking.

"Where do you work?." I ask you don't want to be fascinated by him deeper.

"An infrastructure company."

I nodded in understanding.

"It's a pity that I couldn't cook when Mas started going to work." I feel guilty.

"It doesn't matter, after all, breakfast anywhere is the same."

"But..."

"Fried rice isn't good for breakfast, so maybe just this once." I feel like I have no other choice. At least Mas Adam can leave with a filled stomach, fearing he forgot breakfast at the office because of work.

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"How about Mas?." I asked as he started eating fried rice.

"Enak, as usual. Make it often." he said on the sidelines chewing.

I nodded in spirit. "But not too often, let alone for breakfast."

He's nodding.

After breakfast, I drove Mas Adam to the front of the house. Copying his hand then looking at it until it disappeared from view.

Right after Mas Adam was not seen, the vegetable cart stopped in front of the house next to this house. Some neighbors went out to shop, and I rushed inside to get my wallet.

I was just getting out of the way to get to the greengrocer's cart when suddenly a woman among them mentioned my husband's name.

"Eh, Adam's a fugitive!" said a middle-aged mother who was huddling with other mothers, touching a bundle of kale vegetables.

It seems that they were unaware of my presence because of their position behind me. Moreover, their gazes that focus on various vegetables and side dishes keep them busy talking without staring in the other direction.

The distance between us was quite far, but the atmosphere that was not too crowded made me hear clearly the words of the mothers who had just spoken.

I poured out my intention to approach them when the name of Mas Adam was in a surprising sentence. Why did she call Mas Adam a fugitive?.

"Hush! Don't be Nebak Bu Rt. If wrong will fall slander." reply middle-aged mother with instant veil in black. From his words he seemed to be wiser than others.

"If not a fugitive what try, when my husband asked for population data only he refused to show ID card, and just want after being forced, it turns out he is not here. Neither does his name have his Adam, Abdillah Alfarezel." The woman called Ms. Rt spoke again, while I only listened to the sentence after sentence that made me feel uneasy.

If it's true what he said, doesn't it mean that Mas Adam lied about his name? And if the name alone she's lying, it means she's harboring a bigger lie.

"Absolutely, Miss Rt is sure it's her ID card?" asked a mad mother with shoulder-length hair.

"Yes rest assured, the person's face is exactly the same."

"Which person is he?" asked the pastor again.

"From the KTPnya Jakarta people, but he will have lived here for a long time, almost 10 years, yes although rarely seen at home, it is already rich moved. If he's a good guy, he's definitely making the move. Unless he's a wanted fugitive with the police, and lives here because he's hiding."

I would very much go to him and ask what he meant, because if that were not true, then Mas Adam's name would be tainted simply because of a baseless slander.

And if what he says is true... Ah my common sense really can't accept that a man as good as Mas Adam is really a fugitive. I'm sure she was just spreading fake news.

"What was the case for being a fugitive?" asked a middle-aged woman in a messy bun.

"Sound of murder." Although it was slow, I could still hear the voice of that RT Bu.

Not wanting to be provoked by news that is not necessarily the truth, I chose to approach them. Forcing them to stop the conversation.

"Eh." Ms. RT seemed wrong to see me.

"Eh Mba the new guy here?" asked the mother with an instant veil.

I'm nodding.

"How come you got out of Adam's house?" asked the pastor's mother.

I thought for a moment, Mas Adam didn't want anyone to know about our marriage, so I had to keep our marriage a secret. Now then, who should I introduce myself to in front of them?.