Don't Call My Name
Wedding Invitations

Chapter 12

“How should I behave, Grace. Lately, I don't want to see you often. You know yourself, the media even so often ngundang I the same because it was very much discussed,” said Zara recounted her turmoil on the sidelines of her undergoing a photo shoot to advertise a product, “Hamidah, his future wife DM me yesterday to inquire about our relationship.”

Grace who was busy counting money turned her head, “Keep you answer what?”

“The answer is, Grace. Time I want to tell her boyfriend. I also still want to live, kali.”

“Yes, already, stupid time, Zar. I have no solution if for that,” reply Grace does not want to exaggerate the problem that she thinks, is very common. Love is a matter of ordinary. He has experienced it himself, even repeatedly. “Move on, dong!”

“That's for sure, but it's not easy.”

“So far surely can. Life isn't just about love, Zar. There is still much we have to fight for. So we can't stop here.”

“If you only say mah, yummy,” lady Zara did not like Grace's answer just now.

“Yes, very lazy if you have to do it again. Sorry majori, not good.”

Zara switched things, “Where else is my schedule today?”

“We have a meeting with the management to extend your employment contract again.”

“Actually I'm tired, Grace. I want to stop and live a normal life like any other human being who has privacy in his life. But what will my future be. I haven't got many deposits.”

“You should get the rights from your papi treasure relic.”

“Not so easy, the company and all assets are already in the hands of the same mom Om Ruben.”

“But you are the only heir of Om Purnawirawan, Zara. Who do you think they are? Ruben, Mike, they're someone else.”

“I'm a school in the world of play, not an office. Maybe this is what made me fooled them. I'm blind to the business world.”

“Ngenes is your fate. They have a lot of money but cannot enjoy it. So people are really stupid. Stupid fool!” sumpat Grace is a kind of grudge. “Yuk quickly finish your work, so we can quickly move to another place.” Working with Grace must be fast-paced and professional. Sometimes so serious, can make Zara forget to eat and drink.

"You better find a husband quickly so that someone can support you," Grace suggested Zara seriously.

"Not so easy. If you hurry, I'm afraid of wrong choice. Married not for a while, but forever."

The day's activities were completed—according to the agenda yesterday, the next day they also came to the Hotel promised to have a meeting with the management. And that's when all these heinous accusations started. The case of prostitution that dropped its name to the lowest point. Everybody hates him. Even twenty thousand people in this country, have petitioned to be boycotted from all television shows because it is considered too often to cause controversy. Because the news is very troubling the world of Indonesian television that can have a bad impact on its citizens—, especially for children.

Not just for being arrested for this case. At the same time, Zara also lost many jobs and canceled contracts—baik brand ambassador and cooperation with various parties.

Zara confusion. Everybody stay away from him. He was looking around for a friend other than Grace at the time to talk to. Zara thought Rayyan was the right person for her to find a solution. But in reality, the man judged him like everyone else. And more painful, he said that he did not want to know her again, let alone mention her name.

(flashback done)

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Zara put her book back into the room drawer after the depth was tidied up and replaced with new sheets. Only Grace was still loyal there, helping to prepare medicine as well as food.

“It's medicine for today yes, Bi. Tell him to drink more and eat more fruit,” the message to Bi Yati who just put Zara bag on the bed, “if Non Zaranya does not want, quickly contact me,” she said again like a mother.

Grace suddenly glared, “Where is Mas Grace? Beautiful like this you want to call Mas.”

“Self-aware, dong, Grace. You are a boy,” said Zara blamed him back, “do not be weird, deh, you.” This time Zara turned her eyes to Aunt Yati, “If you do not want to be called Mas, call Pak aja not papa.”

“Internally!” ketus Grace was getting annoyed.

“As long as I'm at RS, Mami isn't here, Bi?” zara asked him who had just stopped laughing at the two of them.

“Ngak, Non. No guests came unless the journalists were out of work. If there is a mother, right, like to call first ask to be booked door.”

“Tega, yes,” sahut Grace, “what kind of a mother is she. Don't know the truth but follow hates.”

Zara. He tried to explain everything that happened to him.

“Dah, you are patient. Surely all the truth will be revealed later,” continued Grace.

“Everything has happened as I once wanted. Now I'm famous. But not in this way, Grace. This is precisely my destruction.”

Grace clasped her hand, “Only temporarily, Zar. Patience slightly. Maybe this is the stage you have to go through.”

“Where with you, Grace ...”

“You don't have to think about me. Relax, I do not have many installments,” kekeh Grace tried to encourage Zara even though she herself she does not know the possibility in the future. He is only sure, humans always have 1001 ways to rise, as long as they want to try and think. “Do not worry, Zar. If you feel unlucky in the world of entertainment, we can go into other fields. Fashion for example,” Grace smiled, "there's no harm in us trying."

Zara stared at Grace for some time as if she was thinking about something. The girl took off their eyes when she heard the sound of the house bell ringing.

Bi Yati walked quickly forward after he said; telling the Courier that he would come out soon. Then a few moments later, he returned with a package shaped like a document.

“From who, Bi?” Grace asked.

“The sender's name is Hamidah Binti Mohd Noor.”

“Please open all of you, Bi,” Zara said. Once opened, there are two thick sheets of paper that they think is an invitation card.

Grace immediately took it from Bi Yati's hands. He read it even though it was clear. “Wedding Ustaz Rayyan with Hamidah. Next week at Masjid al Furqon east Jakarta.”

Zara smiled bitterly, “Rayyan said we never knew each other. So what am I coming for?”

“Lagian also this our ngundang. Not important,” reply Grace no less BTnya against this person, "uh, but by the way why did Si Hamidah ngundang me too? Does he know me?"

"That means secretly all this time he's been mengepoin life me and the people around me."

"Maybe."

Seriate.