I'm the Princess of an Actor

Chapter 25: Following Adam

The reverberating azan voice managed to restore my consciousness, I woke up. I opened my eyes slowly, looking at the wall clock that showed the number 3. What I heard was azan ashar.

Suddenly I realized that I was lying on the bed, precisely in Mas Adam's room. However, the man who had previously had a fever had no idea where he was now.

I quickly got up, just opened the door and the one I was looking for was right in front of me. Adam came, with a glass of juice in his hand.

"Why didn't Mas say if he wanted juice, he should have woken me up."

He smiled, then handed me the orange juice. "Drink."

"Huh?."

"You must be quite tired of taking care of Mas earlier."

The 'Mas' call he mentioned, made me feel like his mood had improved. My husband is back, the gentle and attentive Mas Adam is finally back.

I gladly received his orange juice and drank it, delicious.

"Thank you, sir." Suddenly I remembered something, and reflexes touched his forehead with the back of his hand.

"Mas already lightened, or Mas dizzy? Is anyone sick? Tell me Mas! Don't let me be a careless wife again by not knowing how you are."

He smiled, ruffling my hair with his left hand.

"Mas is healed thanks to your teeth taking care of Mas."

"Alhamdulillah. Thank goodness then." We were silent for a moment. "Oh yeah, I haven't eaten anything yet?." I asked.

Not yet had time Mas Adam replied, it was my stomach that first spoke. Adam chuckled softly.

"Something seems to be hungrier than Mas."

I smiled ashamed to hear it.

..........

Very late, we had lunch at 4 pm after performing the ashar prayer. But I feel happy, not only because of the situation of Mas Adam who has improved, but also his attitude that returned as before.

Now, the two of us are sitting together in the back of the house, enjoying a fairly calming afternoon atmosphere with a stretch of park that is not too broad.

"You agree?" he asked suddenly, making me turn my head.

Without explaining, I can understand what that means.

"May I refuse?." I asked to look ahead, I can feel now Mas Adam turned to me.

"No!."

I chuckle softly. "Then that means you don't have to ask." I smiled, hiding the pain whenever I imagined a breakup with her.

"This is the best."

"That's my decision, and I can't resist it. But I want to remind you, if man can plan, but only God determines the end."

He looked at me silently.

"And I pray, if the plan that God has chosen for our marriage will be as I have hoped."

Now, his gaze turned sharp.

"We'll see, then, Mas's decision ... Or my prayers will happen."

"You challenged Mas?."

"No!." I shook my head quickly. "I'm just a wife who wants to defend her marriage through prayer."

"In 4 years, it is not impossible if a lot will happen. And there will be many things, which make you cry many times." He looked at me clingy.

"I know, because actually being married is to get through the joys and sorrows together." I smiled at him who was just staring flat.

"No one likes it, because Mas can only give you grief."

"Who said that? Don't I look happy after marrying Mas? Mas may not realize it, but marrying Mas brings happiness that I haven't had all this time." I smiled broadly.

He seemed to sigh, perhaps feeling frustrated with my every answer.

"We just live this marriage like river water that flows according to its path, whether there will be many rocks or other obstacles, just walk it." I said.

"Yes, I'll buy it tomorrow." I was silent, suddenly remembering my mother.

"What's wrong? Why are you suddenly moody?."

"Let's go, I suddenly thought of mom."

"Alright, we'll visit him tomorrow."

"That doesn't need to be! The wounds in Mas's hands have not healed either. So we better not travel first."

"Mas is fine." He removed the buffer cloth of his right hand casually.

I didn't panic too much, considering that there were so many scars on his body.

"I know, but I still need a break" I said

"Take care of your heart!."

"Huh?." What's he talking about.

"We do not know what will happen in 4 years, but keep your heart from loving Mas. Don't pay attention to Mas and act like a wife."

There is a throbbing pain in here, hearing his words makes my heart feel melos. As hard as I can to hold back the tears that want to drip.

"But I am your wife, Mas."

"Sister, who everyone else knows you are my sister and Mas is your cousin's brother. Whether outside the house, or inside the house, think of Mas as your brother."

Hearing him made me realize, his attitude and manner of speaking might return soft. However, he was still someone who stretched the distance with his own wife.

But other than following him, I really had no other choice.

"I understand." Can't stand crying for too long, I chose to move and go into the house. Exactly into the room to immerse the face under the blanket, then release the cry.

..........

"Mas will go again?." asked me to get out of the room, stop Mas Adam's step to get out.

I didn't expect, even after his hand was injured he was still out after dinner.

"Yes!."

"Can I stop Mas?." I asked expectantly.

If he really is a murderer, then really as a wife I do not want Mas Adam continues to fall in the pit of sin.

"No!."

"Even if I beg." I fell down before him, hoping that he would suspend his intentions.

"Even if you beg." His gaze looked so cold, as if his heart was unmoved at me.

"Why Mas? Why would I have to do all this? Please stop whatever you're doing."

"Don't you say, don't act like a wife."

"No sister wants her brother to sin." I pay him back.

He didn't budge, and still left on his bike. I didn't stay silent, but chased him with my bike.

Sounds close indeed, I don't even know where the destination is and if the place is dangerous. All I know is that right now, I have to stop Mas Adam from committing a crime.

I drove the bike slowly so he didn't notice it, followed him who continued to go through many small roads. Finally, the bike stopped in front of a luxury hotel.

He went inside smoothly, after two neatly dressed all in black approached him. While I was, just shut up on the bike. I am confused about what I should do now.

I'm not Intel, or a secret agent let alone a detective. Following someone is not my specialty, especially with this simple outfit I will definitely not be allowed into this luxury hotel.

I decided to go home and will think of a plan to follow it tomorrow. But I remember if I didn't know the way home, I decided to open the phone to use maps.

However, just about to type in the address of the house, someone smothered my mouth. I thrashed and tried to fight, until the body felt weak and everything was pitch-black.

Seriate.