The Temptation of the Actor
The POV Shella Arnesa

I blinked my eyes, reflexively waking up from my sleeping position. I grimaced as I felt the pain radiating around my waist. Yes, this must be all because of my growing pregnancy. My pregnancy is now at five months old.

I set my foot in the kitchen, in the spirit I opened the hood. However, as usual I had to swallow disappointment when I saw the empty dining table. My mother never cooked for me or Fuji. My mom always goes outside, goes out having fun. Tempting the married men. Mom just gave Fuji some mediocre money so she could buy cheap food on her campus. Ah, I'm kind of sorry for that kid.

Mom used to be a nice, gentle woman to me and Fuji. Mom spoiled us with all the luxury. But all that changed when my father was caught cheating on him, and chose his young wife. Dad left us without giving us a dime. Mother became light-handed to us, especially to Fuji who was always the target of her rampage. Fuji seems to be a mother's samsak to spill all her anger. Just by torturing Fuji, mom will get better. Dad didn't leave anything for us. Just a pretty fancy house he left for me, my mother and sister. Sometimes we have to argue if you come and ask for the house to be sold and divide the proceeds.

From my father's affair, my mother turned into a grumpy woman and paid no attention to us anymore. Mother began to change to bring a married man. From there, she made a lot of money to finance all of our lives. At that time my mother still spoiled us, still buying us branded items even though my mother's habit of beating Fuji did not change.

When the fifth year of widowed mothers, mothers had been raided by residents because they were found every night to put men into the house. We were kicked out of my father's house. Even though the house was paid to my father because he always insisted on asking for half of the house. After being evicted, my mother took us to an apartment she had rented. At first we were just renting, but after selling the house, mom was finally able to buy a two-room apartment. After the raids and expulsions, the mother changed greatly. He never spoiled us again. Even tend to educate us so that we become a money-making machine under the pretext of being able to return the favor to mother. Our biological mother who gave birth and took care of us as if she wanted us to pay for what she had been doing all this time.

From a teenager I have jumped into the world of modeling, my mother registered me because my face is quite charming. From there my free enterprise began. In the past I also often went with om-om alias men married them spoil me, give a lot of money to me. At that time I was still able to maintain my chastity, I just played around with them. After earning a lot of money, I just disappeared.

Om Pram smooths out my model career of course on the condition that I have to pay with my body. I'll just fuck it. There is no meaning in maintaining this sanctity. After that, my career in the modeling world was sharp. Om Pram always prioritizes me to take a lot of photoshoots and other important jobs. After being able to be financially independent, I ventured out of my mother's apartment so that I could pamper myself and of course have privacy. I rented an expensive apartment. But even after moving, my mother still terrorized me by asking for money that was nominally big. Mom always said that it was for Fuji's purposes. Sometimes I envy my own sister. Fuji can go to school with my work. The child does not need to peddle his body to earn money.

The reunion changed my whole life. There I met Zayyan. The guy I love from High School. Zayyan is my true love. I began to think of ways to attract attention and get his love even though I knew he was a married man. I don't care about it, especially I know Zayyan is a very successful person. The plan began to be neatly arranged and mature. The first step to carry out my plan is to perform s*laput d*ar*ah operation. I ventured to lie on the operating bed to smooth my plan. I'm sure this will tie Zayyan inside.

My daydreams burst when I heard my stomach ringing. Looks like my son-in-law is very hungry. I sat myself on the dining table. I quickly punched my stomach which started to bulge. I want him dead, so he won't be born and burden me later. Moreover, I can't be sure who the father of this baby is. Is it Zayyan or Riyan? Yesterday I was taking a gynecologist drug that I bought illegally, but this baby still does not want to die. Why is this baby so strong?

Countless days have passed, Zayyan hasn't been there to pick me up. I was desperate for a reality that didn't match expectations. Where's that guy? Why did he leave me like this? Even the money he gave for two million rupiahs, was almost exhausted. Only five hundred thousand left.

Want me to ask Om Pram for a job, but it's impossible. He can't be relied on anymore. Moreover, I've been disgusted with him who is old. I immediately picked up my phone, I opened the tiktok app. I haven't been creating content for a long time and jiggling to get a gift from my fans. But again I curse this baby, because this baby is what makes me not free to express like before.

The bell's voice surprised me, pulling me from a very long daydream. As I stood up and opened the door, I was shocked to see Zayyan standing before me with a face.

"Darling?" Overshipped. I can't believe he came to see me, hopefully he'll pick me up and take me away from this si*lan apartment.

"I brought you your groceries!" Then he stretched out my groceries the other day packed with a very large crackle.

My smile shrank when I heard her cold words. "Darling, didn't you take me home?" I asked with sadness.

I'm very sad to have to separate from Zayyan. Not for love reasons, I do love Zayyan. But I am a woman who lives with reality. The plan is that if I'm still pregnant, I don't want to leave Zayyan first. I have to give birth first, and give the baby to Zayyan, because my family can't possibly hold this baby si*lan. After that, I will be free to pick up my future.

"Sorry, but you're not my wife. You are not my responsibility!" The answer is still not to show a friendly face.

My reflex was crying out loud, I had to pull out my ultimate weapon. I immediately fell at his feet. I hugged the tall man's leg. Let me get rid of my pride for a moment, the important thing is that I will give this baby to him.

"Darling, please forgive all my lies! But I swear, there are no other lies, please reconsider! Didn't you tell this kid of yours? Do you want this baby to be born without a father?" Isakku let out crocodile tears. I know very well that Zayyan loved this baby-to-be. I should use it as a weapon.

"Please get me out of here! I eat less every day. Mama never cooked for me" I said raucously.

Zayyan looked stunned. He saw me clingy. The next second her hand stretched out touching my shoulder.

"alright. We can come to the contract with me" he replied firmly which made the corner of my lips pulled upwards. Ah Zayyan's. How stupid of you!

Finally Zayyan led me to the exit. I just brought some clothes stels that I put in my backpack. I did not say goodbye to anyone because the apartment was empty. We boarded Zayyan's car in a quiet atmosphere, but I didn't want to miss the opportunity. I leaned my body on her shoulder. I put my hand around her hand that was focusing on driving.

"Thank you, baby. Thank you for taking me away from that damned apartment!" I said, then I slowly kissed his cheek to make him a little surprised, But the man still did not budge. Zayyan still silenced me.

I scanned the car around, I wonder why Zayyan didn't sell the car? This car is very luxurious, Robiccon branded car with limited edition in Indonesia. This luxury car has a fantastic price. But my eyes were on a blue ring box coming out of an open Zayyan bag.

I squinted my eyes when I saw the ring box. Looking from the place alone, the ring must have been of fantastic value. Is that for me? I have to wait for Zayyan to give me the ring. If not, I'll take it secretly while he's off guard.

"Darling, are you contracted here?" Tanyaku.

"Yes, are you able to survive in that contract? The place was very small and simple," Zayyan still focused on driving without looking at me.

"It's okay, as long as it's with you I'll stay happy!" My God again, trying to melt his very cold attitude like snow in the North Pole.

Then Zayyan's car came to a halt while we were in the rented-like courtyard of the house. There are many buildings lining each other. That place is so small, but let it be. I don't care about that, the important thing is that I can live with Zayyan, then take what he has, and give this baby when he's born in the world.

We entered a room painted with cream. The room was very narrow. There is only one room and one kitchen. Zayyan went out to buy me food, because I complained of hunger. That's where I acted. I took Zayyan's backpack open. I immediately took the ring box. I opened the box and it made me stumble. The ring is a large diamond ring with the brand name C*rtier. I can't wait for Zayyan to come and give it to me.

It could be that after becoming an ex, he still stole Zayyan's attention. I don't want to miss this golden opportunity. I quickly put the ring box along with the letter and certificate into my bag. I hope Zayyan doesn't notice. I tidied up the backpack again, and sat down as before. Zayyan was seen carrying a large bag of crackles. Luckily, he was not suspicious of my nervous attitude. But I need to be able to control myself. I can't be found taking the ring.

"I bought you meatballs! Eat up!" Declared. Zayyan brought a bowl and opened the plastic. Zayyan carefully poured the appetizing meatballs into the bowl.

I sipped my salivary. That meatball looks very tempting. Immediately I brought a spoon, and ate it by chance since the night I had not eaten. Zayyan looked at me with an unreadable expression. Between pity or sadness. I don't know I don't know!

"Why, baby?" I'm timid.

"Pity my baby, for the selfishness of your mother-to-be my son is starving" he worried with a dislike look.

I just shrugged my shoulders, pretending to be sad. "Mama is so!" I pretended to blink both of my eyes.

Zayyan looked at me with a pity, then stroked my stomach. "Stay with me while you're pregnant, Shell! But we can't mix with each other. We have not had a good relationship. After birth I will consider whether we can still be together or not!" Clearly Zayyan with a sad look.

How many days did not meet, Zayyan was a little different. He was much thinner and less manicured, his beard and thin mustache were not yet cleaned. Zayyan was also very irritable to speak. Very different from Zayyan who was drunk in love with me.

"Thank you for giving me a chance, baby!" I smile.

I admit I really loved Zayyan from High School. But because of the way my mother taught me, I had to put love aside. Money is everything to me, only money can make me happy, not love. With money, I could cry in Paris, I could daydream at Disneyland and I could wipe my tears with a Dior bag. Only with money. That's thinking.

I drank the water that was in the glass. When I finished eating the meatballs Zayyan had bought, Zayyan stood up, looking at me at the open door.

"Let's go to the supermarket! We do not have food stock for the night," he asked who was still cold, but not as cold as before. Her attitude was a little warm as she stroked my stomach. Maybe he felt the baby's movements.

I nodded my head, as soon as I stood up and walked up to him. Then I sat down at the wheel. Watching Zayyan drive his car to the nearest Super market. After arriving, Zayyan parked his car in the available parking lot. We walked together to the door of the super market, because not paying attention to the road I hit a man's shoulder.

"Sorry!" Exclaimed the man, but my eyes widened when I saw the same surprised Om Pram when I saw him.

"When you look at the eyes! My wife almost fell. She was pregnant" Sambar Zayyan suddenly, and held onto both of my shoulders.

My heart beats faster. I'm so scared that Om Pram is talking to Zayyan. Good Lord! How'this?

"Oh is she your wife? So this is Shella married?" Ask again.

Zayyan frowned, he looked at me as if asking for an explanation. I quickly switched the conversation. "He had an agency at work first, when I was working as a model," I was in a hurry, and I quickly grabbed Zayyan's arm. I want to be free from this horrible situation. I saw Om Pram smiling cynically, he noticed my belly bulging.

"Please keep your eyes on me!" Zayyan's sweat is fierce, he's so scared that my stomach is all right. More precisely he was very afraid of something happening to my baby.

"Don't forget, Shell! We're not just bosses and guys, we're bed partners!" His coldness that made his distended stomach sway, followed his disgusting laughter.

"What do you mean?" Asked Zayyan who could not hold back his emotions anymore. He pulls the collar of Om Pram's shirt. But the old man quickly released Zayyan's grip.

"Let's go, baby! Don't put him on! She's hated me ever since I left her modeling agency," I freaked out even more when I didn't think I was wrong. It turns out that Om Pram is still discussing our past.

"No, let him talk!" Zayyan seemed to know I was shifting their subject.

"Calm down! No one will take it from you! I am satisfied with his body. So take him as you like!" Ledek Om Pram who makes my face hot, I want to hit it and eliminate it from the face of the earth.

Zayyan looked at me sharply like an eagle staring at his prey. Die me!

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