I'm the Princess of an Actor

Chapter 24: Survive in Four Years

"You don't want to ask where did Mas get this wound?" asked Mas Adam, as I was just standing to bring the tableware into the kitchen.

"If you don't want to say it, then I won't ask. Not that Mas himself said, the less I know the better. I know Mas just wants me to be okay." I smile.

Continuation of my activities, washing dishes in the sink. When I finished, I approached Mas Adam who was still sitting in his place.

"Mas is going to work today?" I asked.

"No." she answered briefly, without looking at me.

"Then do you need anything, or do you want something. Let me get you?." I bargained and then sat down in the chair.

"No."

"All right." I was confused what to say, the situation felt so uncomfortable because of Mas Adam's changed attitude.

"If you see Mas coming home every morning, then you must also see Mas leaving every night. Right?." He looked at me full of probes.

I'm nodding.

"Then why don't you ask anything?."

"Because I know, Mas's not ready to tell me. Or maybe I'm waiting for the right time."

"What if Mas doesn't intend to tell you?" he asked coldly.

"Then I'll act like I don't see anything." I turned my face away, trying to hide the tears that started to condense.

"You heard something about me, didn't you?." Still with his cold gaze, he asked flatly. Really, I feel like I'm being interrogated by a cop.

"No." I lied, dismissed the gossip I heard that day.

"Don't lie!."

I sighed, closed my eyes and took a deep breath, then exhaled roughly.

"Yes, I heard something about Mas, which I believe is just a baseless slander."

"What if it's true?."

"Then I will pretend if I don't hear anything." I replied in a trembling voice, holding back the cry.

He was silent with his cold face, but I could see both of his hands clenched tightly.

"You're not a good person to pretend."

"really?." I laughed softly, hiding the chest tightness. "Then I have to teach you."

My words made me look back at me cold.

"Stay in this marriage, at least in 4 years. After that you can go wherever you want."

Hearing her words this time surprised me. "You're planning our farewell?." I looked at him disappointed.

"I told you, if I'm not a good man!" he said, calling her a different one.

"I'm not a good woman either!."

He looked at me sharply.

"You deserve a better man than me!."

"But the best man for me is you!."

"DON'T BE STUBBORN KHANSA!" he snapped to my surprise.

I smiled miris. "So this is the reason why Mas doesn't want our marriage to be legalized? Not because of my lecture, but because Mas had planned when we would part ways. Aren't we?."

"This is what's best for you."

"You know nothing about me, who I am and how I live. So it'd be better if you'd obey."

"I don't need to know anything about you Mas, who you are and how your life is. All I need to know is how you treat me."

He was silent not flinching.

"What if I love you?." I asked with tears that I could not hold for longer.

This time he did not answer directly, but looked me in the eye with a fixed gaze. "Never do it!" he said, turning his face away.

"I never thought, if I'd quickly get comfortable with you. I don't know what these feelings are, which I obviously never expected if this marriage should end."

"Sorry" he said slowly.

"What?."

"I'm sorry I married you, and I'm sorry to put you at ease with me, but you better stop that feeling right now. So that we can part ways peacefully later." He stood up, then went into his room.

"You are selfish!." I cried after the door closed, then sobbed. I put my face on the table, forgot to cry. Trying to tell Mas Adam, if I get hurt by his unilateral decision.

Why should my marriage be like this, O God, why this marriage that is not even corn-length must be planned when it will end.

..........

Geck! Geck! Geck!

Slowly knock on the door of his room, carrying a glass of warm porridge in his hand. It was noon, and Mas Adam had not yet come out of his room at all, and I was worried about his condition that his hand was injured.

Our quarrel was inevitable, but I did not want to remain in this state. I tried to be patient, and I tried to understand how Mas Adam felt.

Whether she was really a murderer or not, I could feel that the reason for wanting to end our marriage was for my sake. And I know she doesn't want this marriage to end.

"Mas."

I knocked back the door to his room, but there was still no answer. I quickly turned the door handle, worried that Mas Adam had fainted, fortunately the door to his room was unlocked.

I was surprised to see him lying on the bed, closing his eyes with a face so pale. I held her forehead which was hot, but her hands felt so cold, she had a fever.

"Oh Allah, I am."

I quickly prepared an ice water compress, as well as a small towel. Unfortunately even after being compressed the fever did not go down. If it wasn't for calling the doctor would have made her angry, I would have done it. I finally decided to buy diapotik.

"Medicine for wounds, and medicine for fever" I told the pharmacist.

After getting the medicine I needed, I immediately went home. It appears that Adam is still lying unconscious.

Slowly, I opened his shirt to change the bandage on his right arm. I felt pained when it turned out that the bandage was already soaked with blood, I slowly and carefully tried to take it off without disturbing Mas Adam.

"I don't know how you got this wound, Mas, but no matter what happens I still don't agree you're ending our marriage."

I don't know how to properly do it, which is clear I just drip red medicine before wrapping it up with a new conversation. I hope what I did wasn't wrong.

When I finished, I cleaned his body with a towel that was wet with warm water. Hopefully with this his body temperature can drop a little.

And looking at his body I just realized, there are so many scars everywhere. Some are like incisions, also gunshot wounds. My feelings are now mixed, realizing that Mas Adam often experienced the same thing.

"Don't behave like this, my mother, because I am used to your gentle and caring attitude, feel hurt by your attitude today" I said, although she did not hear it.

After everything was done, I sat on the floor beside the bed, clasped his hands and looked at him who was lying weakly. Hopefully what I did earlier can make his condition better.

"I've never felt this comfortable with anyone, I've never felt like my life was this calm and peaceful. And I got it from you Mas, so please .. don't force me to let go of all these feelings."

"I don't know, and I'm not sure what to call it love. Clearly, this feeling felt so deep. Sounds silly, right? We haven't even lived together for 1 week and I've said this. But as a 19-year-old woman, I don't think this is a momentary feeling."

Seriate.