I'm the Princess of an Actor

Chapter 22: Cousin's Sister

"He's my cousin's sister."

I was surprised when Mas Adam was behind me and grabbed my shoulders, why was I not aware of his presence?.

Adam smiled at me, as if to remind me how our relationship is in front of others.

"Sister, why go home again?." Of course I also have to go on a show, right?.

"There's something missing." Adam glanced at the vegetable cart beside me. "It looks like you're shopping, don't forget to buy fish. Looks like you want to eat fried fish tonight." After that, Adam went back into the house.

The mothers who had been silent saw us laughing misbehaving.

"Oh his cousin's sister? I guess who?." Ms. RT smiled clumsily, glancing at the other mothers.

"Yes. I stayed at Brother Adam's house because I went to college here" I said trying to refrain from questioning what they had said about my previous husband.

"Eh but I just found out if Adam has a cousin?" asked the mother berdaster.

"I live out of town and have just graduated High School, I continue my education here because my parents feel safer if I live with Brother Adam. We hardly ever met except for the feast day, so it is only natural that Brother Adam would say nothing of me." It was so uncomfortable, to tell a lie.

After that they only nodded briefly, refocused with various side dishes in front of them without gossiping like before I came.

.........

Time was so slow being in the house all day, alone. All the homework has been done, even I have been swept repeatedly, unfortunately still does not reduce my boredom.

If only Mira hadn't blocked my number, I might have at least been able to chat with mom. Unfortunately, not even hearing his voice could.

I suddenly thought of a thing, I'm going to college in the field of yoga, maybe I should learn first through the internet. Maybe there's not much I can understand, but at least I'm not too 'blind' when I go to college.

I've graduated High School for over a year, some basic matter is gone from the memory of the brain. Going to college may not be a big deal, but I still need to be prepared for it.

I just wanted to open Google when a number called. Foreign numbers, but from the numbers look familiar. I opened the messaging app, and sure enough if this is Huda's number.

For a while I thought, whether I should pick up the phone or not. Remembering the look of dislike that Mas Adam showed me yesterday made me uncomfortable.

Even though the man said not to be angry, of course as a wife I have to be understanding, right?.

I decided to let the call from Huda stop on its own, but I could not believe that Huda kept calling several times. Until I decided to take his call.

"Hello, assalamualaikum."

"Waalaikumsalam Khansa, why don't you pick up the phone?."

"Sorry, I was in the toilet" I said reasoned.

"Oh so it looks."

"dm ... What's wrong you called me?."

"I just want to make sure you've bought the equipment to go to college, who knows you're forgetting something?."

Ah right, he knows better because it's more experienced, it doesn't hurt if I ask.

"I've bought equipment like in High School, but I don't know what a yoga student needs."

"Okay, there may be some you haven't prepared yet. There are 5 things you should prepare."

"Wait on! I'll take note of it." I switched on the notepad app on the phone. "All right, anything?."

"Those knives_"

"Kiss?!." I'm surprised I'm not playing. Can I bring a knife?.

"of course. Our courses are more often practice than theory, of course what must be in cooking is a knife." Huda laughed softly.

Is that so?

"All right, second?."

"Tablespoons and forks, then small scales of at least 5 kg, wearpack, and also safety shoes. For a while." he said.

"Don't hesitate, ask if there are things you don't understand. Okay?."

"okay."

"And yes, maybe you can also read more recipe books, it will definitely be useful for a prospective chef."

"Yes." Yeah."

"Oh yeah what about your cousin's sister?."

"Cousin brother?." I felt confused, until I remembered who Mas Adam was in front of others. "Oh sister ... Why?."

"He looked angry when he came home yesterday? Does he not like me? I mean, doesn't he like me talking to you?."

"Ah no-no, we were really in a hurry yesterday. So don't think about his attitude." Not only me, even Huda saw that Mas Adam was angry.

"Thank God, then, I think he's upset that I'm talking to you."

"Of course not."

"Then it's a long time ago, I have to go to class now."

"Oh yes, thank you again."

"Assalamualaik."

"Getishalight."

I sighed, maybe I was too exaggerated to interpret the feelings of Mas Adam. He clearly said yesterday that he was not angry. Maybe occasionally talking to Huda was no problem.

.........

"Have you gone home?." I kissed the hand of Mas Adam who had just entered the house after passing Maghrib time. From the smile on his face it was obvious how tired he was.

"Hem, there's so much work in the office, so Mas came home a little late."

To be honest, seeing him made me curious about the words of these mothers this morning, could it have something to do with the departure of Mas Adam every night?.

I'd love to ask, but I'm afraid that Mas Adam would be offended because I accused him of being on the basis of other people's words, even more so he looks so tired at the moment.

Better, I keep it to myself for a while. At once pray, if Mas Adam would not do things that could plunge him into sin and the law.

"No papa, after all, Mas didn't come home late on purpose. I must be very tired, I'll prepare warm water."

"What cooking is it today?" he asked who walked ahead of me to the dining table.

"There are fried fish with spicy sambal and also vegetable soup, instead of this morning Mas said want then fried fish?."

I don't know what's wrong, Mas Adam chuckled then rubbed my head slowly. "Surely you're this stupid?."

"What?." Whatdoes thatmean?.

"Mas said he wanted to eat fried fish just to distract them from his question to you."

His words made me realize something.

"Mas heard their question to me, did Mas also hear about what they were talking about earlier?."

He seemed silent. "No!." He remained silent for a while, without even a blink of an eye. "Mas will shower first, after that we have dinner" he said later.

"Eh but the warm water isn't ready" I said, remembering that I haven't heated the water.

"Mas can take a cold shower." After that, he just went into the room.

I fell silent on the spot, realizing that the answer he gave me was not the truth.

Could what the mothers were saying be true? My husband .. a murderer.

Seriate.