I'm the Princess of an Actor

Chapter 23: Shot

"Mas." call me slow after we've just finished dinner.

"Yes?."

"Huda called me this afternoon" I said carefully, and I could see his eyes turning sharply, but the next second relaxed.

"Then?."

"He told me some of the tattoo paraphernalia that had not been purchased."

"Well, I'll buy it tomorrow. Just send it to Mas number." He smiled faintly, preparing to move on.

"Mas not angry?."

"Why should Mas be angry, instead Mas happy because you got a good friend like him." She smiles.

"really?."

"Of course, after all it seems like he can help you in many ways as a senior in yoga. So you can learn a lot from him." After that he went into the room.

I feel relieved, it turns out my feeling if Mas Adam was angry is wrong. Thank goodness, if not.

..........

I stared at the motorbike that passed from the house, with Mas Adam who always went every night, exactly after a few minutes I went into the room.

I sighed deeply, hoping that the prejudices arising in my heart were not true. Adam, always goes every night, even when his body is so tired.

Really, I hope he's not who people say he is.

In the morning, as usual I will see Mas Adam who came home after a night out of nowhere, through the window of the house covered in curtains.

But there was something unusual about Mas Adam's movements, he seemed to grimace in pain by occasionally holding the arm of his right hand. I could not see it clearly because the sun had not yet appeared so it was still quite dark even though the porch light was turned on, but I felt sure there was a wound behind the black jacket he was wearing.

Worried, I quickly went out of the room and approached him who had just entered the house. Adam looked surprised to see me, his eyes widened perfectly.

"Mas all right?" I asked worriedly touching his right arm, he hissed in pain.

"Why did you wake up at this hour, instead of Mas told you to_"

"I always see Mas coming home every morning" I concluded quickly, making him surprised again.

"You..."

"Mas is hurt, right? Better now we treat it quickly." I prepared to help him walk, when Mas Adam just brushed my hand away.

"Mas knows." His gaze was so sharp. "So you better get in the room!." Decided firmly.

"But I'm hurt."

"Mas can treat it on their own." He walked ahead of me, then picked up the p3k box in the kitchen counter.

He seemed to be preparing to open his jacket, but stopped and glanced at me with a dislike look.

"Get in the room!" he said again.

"But I want to help_"

"NO NEED!."

I was surprised when he suddenly raised his voice.

Adam sighed, angry. He turned his face away from me.

"Get in the room" he said slowly.

Reluctant, but I was forced to obey his orders and go into the room. Although I actually feel worried about her situation.

Not immediately closing the door tightly, I opened the door a little so that Mas Adam did not realize it. The kitchen is still pretty visible from here, so I want to see what he's going to do and not want me to be there.

I was surprised when he opened his jacket, his white shirt was full of blood red. My guess is right, his right arm is injured.

I don't know what he's doing, I see him like he's taking something off his arm with scissors. Adam grimaced in pain, even this time to close his eyes with sweat.

Whatever he took with his scissors, which he obviously did for quite a long time. Until I finally saw, a bullet that he managed to take.

But how can it be? Why would he get in touch with a bullet that's a firearm. Actually what he did last night, I'm getting more and more agitated right now.

I wanted to go to him, help him who was trying to bandage his wounds with bandages. But obviously I knew Adam wouldn't like it.

I really didn't stop thinking about what he was thinking, until such a terrible wound he handled himself. Don't go to the doctor, he won't even let me help him.

Could what people say be true? Adam is a murderer. And the reason he didn't want to deal with the doctor was because he didn't want to deal with the police?.

Oh, God, I hope my guess is wrong.

I quickly closed the door when Mas Adam turned his head here, hopefully he wouldn't see if I peeked at him.

..........

I sat down in the dining room, Mas Adam did not come out of the room even after almost 8.

I'm worried, if the wound in his arm makes things worse. Not wanting to think about too many things, I decided to head to his room and knock on the door.

"Mas, time for breakfast."

No answer, even for a few minutes. Did Adam faint? Unconscious? Should I call a doctor? But what if Adam is angry?.

I prepared to open the door handle when Mas Adam opened it first. His face looked pale, while his right hand was propped up with a simple cloth. I almost touched his forehead before his left hand blocked me first.

"Why Mas? Was it all right? Can I call a doctor? What exactly happened, Mom? Why did he get shot?." All of those questions just glided around without being held back.

Adam looked at me with his angry face.

"Don't ask anything you don't need to know. The less you know, the better!."

He took his hand off my hand, then walked first towards the dining table.

Not wanting to upset her and not eating, I chose to switch the conversation.

"What would you eat? Today there are balado eggs and also milkfish." I took the plate and took the rice.

"Eggs." he replied flatly.

I took the side dish he mentioned, then shifted the chair to get closer to him.

"What are you doing?" he asked.

"Certainly feed Mas." I replied casually, not caring about his unfriendly face at all.

"I can do it myself."

"I?." He changed the way he called himself. As if we were stretching the distance between us.

He sighed. "Mas can do it alone."

"Pass left-handed?." I asked.

"Of course not."

"Then I can't eat with my left hand. Especially as a Muslim it is definitely not true, unless Mas is left-handed."

"Mas's arm is injured, not the palm of the hand. So you can still eat by yourself!." I smiled, only this time I saw his stubbornness.

"All right." I casually placed the plate and the spoon in front of him, because I was sure he could not eat properly.

What he said was not wrong, if not his injured palm. However, the arm and palm were still one nerve, so it was clear that he would still feel pain.

Adam knitted his thick eyebrows, then started grabbing the spoon with his right hand. He grimaced again, glanced at me and tried again.

"Mas can eat with the left hand then, anyways if you think again this includes the state of the landing?. Mas also does not want to be fed by me." said I prepared to eat my own food.

He was seen trying with the left, and the result was his hand shaking until his rice fell.

I smiled at him. "You want to be fed?."

Seriate.