Crazy Love of the Actor
Section 35: Dear

After speaking at length, they ate together and then said goodbye to each other, honestly what was spoken by her mother Izraa makes Syila confused and pity on Izraa, Izraa, how she fought for her rights as a child was really great, Syila felt she saw herself in Izraa.

Syila returned to the set, it turns out they were only half way because there were some problems.

“Bang, why? how is filming slow?” Syila so she immediately asked.

“Lu to where? Your male mood is very ugly, the perfectionist pretentious makes us all upset, when one scene in-take ampe many times, which is really. I also feel like he's the director isn't me.” Bang Aryo looks frustrated."

“Gue talk about him yes.” Syila gave up, she had to talk to her forced lover.

Izraa was in the dressing room, she was alone, reading the script, but her eyes somehow looked empty.

“Za, what else is it?”

“According to you?” Answer Izraa ketus.

“Now no more doing.” Syila sneered at him, but it irritated Izraa to the point of glancing at him sharply.

“Not you should have been here earlier? Where the hell? busy yourself, whereas this is lu.” project Izraa again uttered a scathing word, as if Syila was irresponsible.

“Tadi? I met someone important, so I have to go.”

“President?”

“Not that the President is important to everyone, if he is, it may be important to some people, including me.”

“Yes, just discipline dong, do not make sesel.”

“Lu ama me, ama this movie project, ama dialogue, ama Bang Aryo or same yourself?” Syila.

“What do you mean?”

“No one wants you to tell me?” Syila asked.

“Ngak.”

“Yakin?” Syila.

“Ya.”

“Yaudah if so, filming continues further, who actually read it.” Shila was about to leave, but she was restrained by the words of Izraa.

“Syil, if you are interested in a novel theme, what will you do?”

Syila turned around and replied, “Of course observation, find out more and start writing.” Syila answered with enthusiasm.

“If you are not interested in a novel theme?”

“Not interested? Yes I ignore, choose a theme that makes me interested. Why waste time on a theme that obviously does not make me interested?”

“So which one am I?”

“Hah? Meaning?”

“No, I already know the answer, because at this time you do not observe at all.” Izraa got up and left, leaving Shila confused by what Izraa said, but she did not want to think about it. The matter about Izraa was already very much and it filled Syila's head.

Filming began, Izraa was still the same, too perfectionist, although the results were so good, but it made everyone more tired and filming time so far.

At twelve o'clock in the evening, filming was new, Syila and Andi came home, Izraa had gone home first, Syila was upset because Izraa was not even saying goodbye, usually he was always fussy and this was not taking Syila home, Syila was going home, why is it so quiet now, even though all the crew is made not calm by him.

“Ndi, Izraa why yes?” Syila asked her cousin's sister, Andi, to drive, because Syila was most lazy driving at night, her eyes were minus and cylinder pain.

“Why?”

“Kok kayak more quiet that, usually he really complicated the same my business.”

“Lu ... Which problem is there?”

“Kok me?”

“What are you comfortable with all her treatment, until you wonder why she changed?”

“No! Strange you, I just ..”

“This is her strategy, our strategy is men. Love first a lot, then the time comes we hold, after that the woman must be looking for us, that is, the woman is already entangled. Best seller author like you time does not understand.”

“Neither is Ndi, is this his family problem?” Syila did not want the story of her mother Izraa who met, fearing Andi became increasingly cornered.

“Udah don't think, just assume he's getting bored with you.”

“That if it is really better Ndi, I am afraid that he has a problem, I am no longer in love really, just calm down, this is what I feel also to Juna, I am afraid, I consider him one of my friends, it's good with me, so I should also care if he has a problem.”

“Syil, originally a friend then long-time love deh.”

“Au ah, rese lu.”

That night felt lonely, just as Izraa and Shila felt, did love slowly start to seep into their hearts?

…

Today Syila's novel signing schedule which was released six months ago, is located in one of the book malls in Jakarta.

“Udah ready all?” Syila asked the committee who were all employees of the book mall.

“Udah, yuk to his desk.” The organizers told Syila who had been given and dressed neatly to go to the stage and sit at the table, where the signing of the novel would take place.

“A lot.” Syila is happy but also worried, afraid that later there will be a long wait and disappointed.

The signing ceremony had begun, many people lined up carrying Syila novels, one by one began Syila Mulia signed the novels brought by the readers.

Some brought doll parcels, some brought cakes, some brought headdresses and other accessories, it was all given to their beloved Author.

When it was the turn of a young man carrying a Syila novel, the young man looked very happy to see Syila's face.

“Wah, thank you for always reading my work, what's your name?” Ask Syila.

“Aldo.”

“Yaudah here I wrote the words of pearl under my signature yes.” Syila wrote these words ....

'Good Dear Aldo, thank you yes, healthy always, from Syila.'

After that Syila gave a novel that has been signed and also given words of pearl.

“Thank you Brother Syila, good luck always yes.” Aldo passed from before Syila, the others began to come forward to ask for an autograph.

The signing of the novel ended about three hours, Syila felt tired, at the same time happy, she saw her readers directly and seemed happy to meet Syila, both the Writer and the Reader were happy, both, this is what makes Syila so in love with the world of authorship.

“Udah yuk.” Andi took Syila home, they both went to the basement, because their car was parked in the basement, when going in, Syila heard someone calling her.

“Sister, Brother! Sister Syila.”

“Oh you, hello, why ya?” Syila forgot her name, but she remembered, this man had asked for an autograph as well.

“So, thank you for the words pearl is so beautiful." The man named Aldo said.

“I-iya.” Syila did not remember what she wrote because so many fans of the book that she wrote the words pearl.

“Kak Syila has eaten?”

“Cock already.”

“Then I bought a snack, my favorite sister Syila.” Aldo the man's fan gave him a chocolate-fried banana, Syila's favorite meal.

“Thank you, sorry was your name who?” Syila was straightforward because she did not remember.

“I Aldo brother, thank you yes, really you are a very good and great woman.”

Then Aldo passed.

“Good yes Aldo it, he really follow my writing career journey from a very long time, from my new write in SosMed Ndi.”

“Yes good, but don't be too open yes, afraid of wrong capture, even though you're just trying to be polite.”

“Yes, he looks good kok.”

“Don't be too quick to trust Syil people, if you are too good, afraid he even hopes more, let alone he is amazed as much as you, later if he knows you already have a girlfriend, then, he will feel you lying, many cases that befall Artis capital.” Andi reminded.

“Gue is not an Artist, so there is no need to fear.”

“Iya yaudah, the important thing is not to let your guard down.”

“You will always be with me, just calm down, not all bad guys kok.” Syila always believed that good people are many. Warm family, making him less alert.

“Where are we going?” Andi asked.

“Cafe subscription yes, want to drink coffee, bosen nih nulis in mulu.” apartment

“Ok boss Acil.” Andi then drove to their cafe subscription, the cafe that once brought Izraa and Syila together.

When she arrived, Syila chose to sit on the bench she used to sit on, then from a distance, she saw Izraa was reading a book on the corner of the bench, the bench where she used to sit as well, she saw Izraa was reading a book on the corner bench, Syila approached him, while Andi was ordering a drink.

“Hey, why didn't you come here?” Syila asked, Izraa glanced for a moment then read again.

“Mood still ugly?” Syila asked.

“What's up?” Izraa asked coldly.

“No coffee, no tea, no milk, no cake, want which one?” Syila joking.

“You want to go just can?” Izraa instead responded coldly and harshly.

Syila was speechless to hear Izraa say such a harsh word, then Syila slowly retreated and walked back to her stool.

“Ngapain you nyamperin him?”

“Cuma nyapa.” Syila's face turned grim.

“That's the face why? how sad?”

“Neval.”

“Annex more?”

“No, ah, want to tick again.” She opened her laptop and started writing.

Syila only saw Izraa's back that looked so wide, her good looks sometimes amazed Syila, but her cold attitude was difficult to digest, yesterday was so warm even stuck like a lizard on the wall, now it's cold, so cold, inevitably, Syila longs for all of Izraa's warmth, though she still denies having any feelings for Izraa.

Right now he did not want to bother Izraa anymore, because he also kept his heart from getting hurt anymore, ignored was really bad, Syila should not have approached him earlier.

While Syila and Izraa were struggling with what they were doing, from a distance there was someone in the car watching Syila and Izraa from a distance, he seemed to be very focused on watching Syila and Izraa, he did not even get out of his car until Syila got out, after Syila came out, someone just went from the front of the cafe, he followed Syila's car to his apartment, could not get in because it was not the occupant.

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Author's Note :

Although it was late and there was no chance, I never stopped admiring, how charming that face was. The temples made for you are like magical words that make every beat of my heart never stop saying praise to you.

But the Lover is exhausted, for the unreachable love wrecks the self-esteem that has been built up every inch.

The Lovers turn into servants, but the object of love is not God.

I just want to know, do you love me? I know the answer, definitely not, seeing that you can't.