Between Love and Rest
16. Artist Candidate

05.00

Chequelek

Abryne opened the door to Amoera's room and saw the girl still lying on the bed with a bolted pillow in her arms.

Abryne stepped closer to Amoera and lay beside Amoera but before that Abryne removed the bolster pillow that was in the arms of Amoera and replaced it with her who was in the arms of Amoera.

Amoera who felt the movement around her instantly opened her eyes little by little. "Are you awake or just awake?"

The new Abryne closed her eyes, opened her eyes again and looked at Amoera. "Wake up, let's go to bed again."

Amoera's forehead caught wind of Abryne's invitation. "Aren't you horrified?"

"What horrors?"

"At Mushola there are already poets, you even sleep," Amoera immediately rose from his position.

"Have you prayed yet?"

"It."

"Where?" tanya Amoera introgates.

Abryne sighed. "Mosque, wife."

Amoera nodded in satisfaction and then she stepped into the bathroom intending to wudhu, while Abryne continued her sleep muttering. "Thankfully not found."

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"Abryne, wake!" Amoera shook Abryne's body several times but there was no response from the master.

Sighing her breath, Amoera took the glass on the nightstand and dripped the water into her hand a little after which Amoera pointed it at Abryne's face.

Abryne reacted with a furrowed forehead then turned her face the other way and went back to sleep.

"Ih! Very good kebo!" pissed Amoera.

Amoera saw the clock at 08:00 am and now Amoera has a schedule to meet her clients. But Abryne did not wake up yet, it made her upset and panicked. "Bodoamat!"

Stepping away to the door and closing it back.

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"Ren, how many invitations did you make?"

"I made 200."

"OK, so we print the invitation 500," then Amel types in his whatsapp message and sends it to the invitation print shop.

Rendy agreed. "Not everything, by."

Amel tried to remember. "Emm like it's all, at most we just stay this hot."

Remembering something, Amel directly faced his body to Rendy who was eating tempe mendoan.

Rendy's forehead was confused. "What?"

"Other than eat it, I want a story. Pliss, this is a really hot story."

Rendy nodded then she immediately finished eating her prayer tempeh.

Rendy who had not finished eating her tempeh immediately stopped and looked at Amel seriously. "Amoera's... Amoera is your best friend?"

Amel nodded in spirit. "Yes that one."

"Who? Hasn't she been single all this time?"

Amel nodded back. "Yes, didn't expect it?"

Rendy's forehead. "When to marry? Do you feel like you can't get the invitation?"

Amel kicked the table. "Well, this is what surprised me too. It turns out Amoera married her secretly without asking for an opinion first with Amoera."

Rendy listened to the story seriously. "Certainly, what is your best friend? Is he doing it or what?"

Amel shook his head a few times then he squeezed the sofa cushion that was on his lap tightly. "I don't understand her father's thoughts anymore, maybe he trusts his son as a new person and he told Amoera to hold back his marriage."

"So the conclusion, Amoera nerima is that?"

Amel looked at Rendy annoyed. "What are you, from the beginning I told you to the end. You're still the one whose answer already exists."

"Well, how come you're like I'm actually that's it. I'm just doing mastiin."

"What you must have is clear."

"It's so true that when I'm convinced, I've been horrified your story so that you feel terrorized but after you're done you don't even price me."

"No, what do you mean?"

"Every time you finish the story, you'll eventually blame me."

"Ac-"

"I want to go home, you better reflect on your behavior during this time and hopefully when we meet tomorrow you have changed, we want to be married again,"  Rendy got up from her seat and walked away from Amel's place.

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"So you agreed to enter the world of cinema?"

"Yes, I agree."

The man smiled with satisfaction at Amoera's reply. "Let's shake hands as an early form of our cooperation" the man in the suit reached out his hand to Amoera who was immediately greeted.

"In that case, I will immediately find you a manager in our company" he said, releasing the handshake.

Amoera. "Good."

The man in the suit checks the clock on his wrist. "I'm leaving because the topic we're talking about is over and I'll call you right away if I find a manager for you."

"Okay, again thank you sir," Amoera stood following the man in front of her who stood as a form of respect for the man in front of her.

After seeing the man go away, Amoera immediately sat herself on her stool and drank the rest of her mango juice. "A real sweet, yeyyy's new job."

"After this, it will be even busier."

After finishing drinking, Amoera immediately got up and headed for the cashier.

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