Father of My Son
Unconscious

"When are you going to act stupid? How many times have I warned you to keep that attitude! Especially about Dira, the more you tease her, the more you challenge her family" said Mr. Pier while racking his waist. While Cloe was still casually sitting while playing her nails that had just changed the color of nail polish.

Cynthia nudged Cloe's arm hoping the woman would at least pretend to notice Mr. Pier. Cloe still looks relaxed. "Cloe!" snapped Mr. Pier. Only this time Cloe was shocked by the shock. "I spoke from now on and you didn't listen?"

Cloe got up from her chair. "Look! What's the point of the agency if you're quiet at a time like this? Isn't that your responsibility according to the contract we signed?" Cloena easily got it. This time Mr. Pier patting jidat.

"Just take care of everything, I'm busy and tired. You know for yourself my schedule is tight," he lamented.

The palm of Mr. Pier so hard hit the table. His breathing began to grow faster as a result of being upset and his face flushed red. "Patience, as long as you don't care what I say, as long as your schedule is empty. Looky!" Mr. Pier threw a number of letters onto the table.

Cynthia took one of his letters. He gulped. "Cloe," call Cynthia while giving Cloe the letter. Cloe quickly opened the letter. Only this time did Cloena realize what fear was.

"The owners of the goods and services that make you the model of their products are asking you to step down. Because of your scandal this time, within a day their sales dropped rapidly."

Cloe smiled bitterly. "They were feeling a loss for just one day, while I was driving up sales for a few months" he said.

Mr. Pier waving his hands. "They don't care about that. They just want their products to sell. Therefore, you must be self-conscious. Without them, you wouldn't have a job."

This time Cloe doesn't want to chim in. He prefers to get out of the room without saying goodbye. "Quick apologize to your Instagram. L waited. Unless you have no intention of fixing everything" threatened Mr. Pier.

Cloe's steps are getting faster leaving the room. Cloe didn't look back. Cynthia followed him. "How's this? You'll be quiet with Mr. Pier?" tanyakanya.

Cloe shook her head. He gave his cell phone to Cynthia. "You typed it, I was lazy. Humans are too much anyway. Just being able to vilify while their work alone is bad!" his nag.

Cynthia shakes. He did not end up thinking with the stubborn Cloena. While Cloe entered her room, Cynthia waited on the front sofa. He started fiddling with Cloena's phone. Capitalizing on photos of plants, Cynthia began stringing words.

I know the news out there is so wild it's made me a target. Even so, I apologize profusely if my actions in the past become bad memories for others. Therefore, I invite that we can talk about it together and also pay for my mistakes

Just finished typing the message, Cynthia was shocked by the incoming phone voice. Not far from the room, Mr. Pier called Cynthia. "Quick look at twit*r!" mr's orders. Pier. Soon Cynthia opened social media with the bird icon. The first position of the hashtag is filled by the name Cloena. Cynthia was afraid of herself. He tried to catch his breath before pressing the hashtag link.

Cynthia's feelings are not wrong. Bad news came back in the form of a recording of the conversation. A lot of blasphemy is coming out for the footage that Cynthia hasn't played yet. The obvious target of the blasphemy was Cloena. Cynthia counted to ten. Slowly, but surely he started listening to the tape.

"Are you bod*h? This kind of work is not good. You'd rather die than live uselessly!" –

"I'm sorry, Miss. I'll make new." –

"Old! No, tomorrow there's no need to be here! Watch out for you!" –

There was the sound of something breaking onto the floor. Before long the woman who was yelled at complained of pain. Cynthia's getting scared. He remembered this incident. Cloe pushed the waitress down and hit the open vase. He had given the convensation, but this incident even appeared to the public in the form of a recording. "How can you?" asked Cynthia confused.

Cloe's room door opens. The owner emerged from the inside wearing jeans and a tunic. "Why?" cloe asked confusedly looking at Cynthia's pale face.

Cynthia grunting. "Destroyed is our hope. You're the target of a netizen's rampage right now," said Cynthian limp.

Cloe glanced at Cynthia's phone screen. He felt scary himself reading the comments there. They asked Cloe to back down and even committed suicide. "Why this?" cloe was confused.

"Remember the maid you pushed into the glass? He shared the voice recording of the incident to the internet and everyone knew it was your voice!" obviously Cynthia while massaging the nape.

Cloe's speechless. "How can you?" It took a few details until Cloe finally laughed. "Well, I'm framed! Fucking shit!" his screeches.

"Here, I told you a long time ago to keep your attitude. You can't keep their mouths shut forever. Did you forget the men's threats?" nagel Cynthia. He doesn't know how else to control Cloe.

"Give me the waiter's contact number!" order Cloena.

"You what?"

Again, Cynthia massage his forehead. "When do you want to grow up? Now your situation is getting cornered. Say anything, they keep blaspheming you."

"Then what should I do?" ask Cloena in a high tone.

The corridor was quiet, only the sound of their debate could be heard. Thank goodness other artists were busy outside the office. Part of the gig, part of the shoot and part of the shooting. There was a squeaking sound of Cynthia's sandals as she shifted her legs several times in dismay.

"Otherwise? Apologize publicly and admit it's your fault and the promise will change" Cynthia suggested.

Cloe laughed instead. "You kidding? Me? Why should I beg them? Hear that! I don't want to drop my pride!" reject it.

Cynthia folds her hands in front of her chest. "Then because of that self-esteem, are you willing to lose your career that you built for five years? What would you do if you lost this job? You want to go back to living like you used to?"

Cloe stared at Cynthia. He did not accept being reminded of the painful memories he had tried to erase. "Good! Whatever you suggest I follow" said Cloe, though still forced.

He turned around and looked at the window where the sunlight had turned yellow. "Basic ja-lang woman! If only he didn't exist, I would live happily with Dira!" his weakness.

"Stop blaming other people Cloe. If only you could control your attitude, none of this would have happened. Now don't think about Dira Kenan. Think of yourself!"

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Thanks for the support. Last week ADA won the 17th place rank vote and got a break in IG Noveltoon. Please pray that this novel will be more successful and the author will recover soon. Yesterday was confused to choose the title for the novel Aa Biru and Teh Langit. I finally decided to use an Indonesian title so that it is easy to find. Which title do you want?

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