If You're a Mate, How else?
About Artist Made

...Who asked for the long one yesterday? Nyooohh... I'm akain. Ett's... But not for free. Change the same thumb for like sign, and many comments. Mau nyawer can too, hehe. Don't forget to keep me healthy again... Mamaciw......

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"Mas why would you want to be invited Mas Andi anyway? I know that I want to meet Miss Ellen" I protested while waiting for a love partner who had not come so far.

"Mas didn't know he was coming here. Andi said she was going to the workshop. I thought I was actually going to the workshop, not meeting you guys."

"Did you not suspect?" my many.

"No. Why suspect?" ask her with a frown.

"Yes, Mas Andi didn't talk about it? Or what cake is a clue lie," I said still with a tinge.

"False time wear all clue?" answer Babas with a smile.

"Yes, one time," I still don't want to lose. Thate. Usually the codes are. Like Ellen was wondering if I was single or not. Know-know that he immediately wants to mate me with Babas.

"No, Yang. She said that Ellen met you again. But Mas cuek. Pretend you don't know."

"What's that?" my many.

"How should Lantas Mas be? ask her? Later he suspects the same Mas if Mas has a crush on you. You continue to become more angry with the same Mas," he said at length.

Yeah anyway.

"If in fact Mas is not hypocritical if Mas really like Andi lied to Mas this time," he added made me not understand.

"meaning?"

"If you're not lying, I can't see you, Yang, '" he said.

You crocodile! Make me a geer. Want not to make my lips betray even follow a smile.

"Yes. But it's a hassle, Mom. They want our soul mate" I protested again.

"Lho, nice dong. Let's just say we're deleting them because of them. So we don't have to backstreet-backstreetan anymore," he replied calmly.

"Mas! I told you I wasn't ready!" sulokku.

"How do you want to? Pretend you don't understand what they want to fool us?" tanyanya seriously.

"You pretend you don't understand? Sister Ellen told me the same I let us PDKT-an!"

"Huh?"

"Well! Huh! Huh!" my ketus.

"Seriously? When did Ellen say?" tanyakanya.

"There! Before you come," I cried. Babas smiled instead.

"Bad printer. Ellen seems to understand that Mas is struggling to be able to date legally," she said.

"What are we illegal? Where there is legal dating! So nervous!"

"Yes, at least we don't have to pretend like this, Yang. Sometimes you don't understand the same way of your mind. Why the hell are we—"

"Mas! We've talked about this many times and I accept it, right? Why are we talking about it again?" my snaps don't take it.

Wonderful as this man. I want this relationship to be open. I told you, for now I can't.

I'm not ready to go towards marriage. I say this so many times. I am still enjoying my career.

What will my followers say if I have a relationship with him? They can jugde me matre. Want the same Om-Om because of a lot of money. Netizens are more violent than cancer.

And I'm not used to blasphemy. I'm going to keep going down and keep thinking. Like my early days as an influencer. When I get criticism that strikes me personally, I'm totally down. Even before getting sick because of the thought of their speech. If not for the support of my family and my followers who support me, maybe I do not want to continue again.

And not because of that. I know my own weakness. Hence for the time being, I avoided falling into that weakness of mine.

"OKAY. Sorry to talk about it again" he replied. The look on his face instantly changed when I snapped just now. Finally the Babas really shut up made me awkward and feel guilty for yelling at him.

"Where are they, Mas? How long?" I try to make it ordinary again.

"Try the phone," he said, taking the phone out of his pants pocket. I just watched him talk. It's also a pity that Babas is my girlfriend. He is not free to do anything that people do while dating.

He is not free to hold my hand. He is not free to embrace me or make any physical contact with me. Eh but, all this time Babas was never insolent anyway. Whether it's in a public place or alone. He really took care of my honor. Once in a while he dared to embrace me in the hospital. It was because I helped her into the bathroom. And dare to hold my hand when I hit his arm first. Not intentionally holding hands like I was with my ex-members first.

"Sister Yayang... Can you take a photo?" suddenly the voice of the teenage girl made me flinch in shock.

"Eh, hi.." I said with a smile.

"May I have a photo, right?" now the girl's friend is speaking.

"Bby dong. But why would you want a photo together? I'm not an artist" I asked nosy.

"Not a selebgram. I like it the same brother. Funny if you're suspended again. Not making bosen," he said.

"Yes Brother. I even like to go along with buying make up that brother review," added the other girl.

"Buy the negligee, don't you think?" ask me while smiling.

"Want to buy, huh? Make her mother be able to," I suggested. "Well, here if you want a photo together," I'll take it to the two of them.

"Here let me take the photo" said Babas suddenly. He was just watching our interactions.

"Brittle. Thank you, sister," said one of the girls while thrusting his hape at Babas.

Not once twice have I been asked to take a photo together on this road again. In fact, someone asked for my autograph. It's so exciting, someone knows me. Someone wants to say hello to me, too, like gini. Feels like a real artist. And most of them ask for photos like this ABG boy. Uh, mothers are a lot of them too.

Even once, I was asked to stroke the stomach of a pregnant woman, she said let her child look like me. Mending if the prospective daughter is a girl, if a guy, will you look like me? Actually want to look like how? I just don't miss anything when they're in the process of unification. Haish! Kok even digress.

Luckily this time, I walked at night. So not so many people are happy. Try it during the day, usually one person who asks for photos even propagate the same as the others like to meet the fans impromptu.

"Sister, his new girlfriend's sister Yayang, huh?" ask the two girls while taking his hape.

Babas smiled.

"Damn... Kepo huh? You want to know?" I answered with a smile. "Sstttt... Secrets," I replied again.

I am usually asked this way. Not in the dm, not directly. There are always people who openly ask me about my relationship with people who are walking with me even though it is my own brother. Still wondering.

Sometimes wonder, people are not ashamed, asking about the privacy of others. I've also been in love a lot, wanting to know about others. But never to say directly and bluntly ask the same person.

Even worse, if their hands do not hesitate to curse or reproach with abusive language. How could it be? His hands are as evil as it is writing such swear words? I can't do that. Even if I hate or dislike it, it can only misuh-misuh itself. Cannot until nyakitin nulis blasphemy all. Democracy is not tsaaay... It kills a person's character without realizing it.

"Oh, here's how the artist goes" said Babas, smiling after the two teenagers left in front of us.

"What an artist, Mas!" dumel. "The new kayak knows the world of entertainment" I added.

"knows anyway. But never the same artist. So just figured out what it's like to be an impromptu photographer" Babas's grin made me smile too.

"Where does it feel like Mas?" my many.

"There's sweetness" replied Babas, chuckling.

"God! That's advertising. He said he'd never watch tv" I said.

"Mas knows from children that jokes sometimes say that," he said.

Yes, yes yes. Pak Boss mega super busy universal pritif, do not have a tv until you know nothing.

"Btw, Mom. Mas Andi and Sister Ellen why has not come?" my many.

"The same Ellen seems to have deliberately engaged us, Yang," replied the Babas.

"So on the phone, they said straight home. The reason is because they are afraid that their rings will disappear if they watch first. But they know their meaning. Let Mas can PDKT with you," Babas smiled obliquely.

"When there is no need to bother our soul mate, Mas. We've been dating, really," I said.

"Finally admitted," the Babas smiled widely again.

"Confessed what?"

"Finally you said yourself that we were dating," he said.

"What the hell, Mas? It's not clear," Very embarrassed, from earlier he continued to satire. Am I as bad as I don't admit? I told you, I can't accept him a hundred percent yet. Not that I don't accept him. He also likes to stop by in my mind.

"So, how are we going? Continue watching or..."

"Go home Mas. How's it?" cut me.

"Eh? I'm here with Andi, Yang. Car's still in the office."

"Want me to take Mas home first?" my many.

"No. That's what brought you, huh? Let me take a taxi later" he replied.

"It's okay, Mom. I'll take you."

I can't bear that he'll even take a taxi.

"Well, from here to your house it's pretty far away. Let Mas take you home first. You don't have to think about how to go home, Mas man." he said firmly.

"Tap—"

"For this time, I don't want to argue. Okay?"

I'm just glaring. Between fear but also seneng the same nature of Babas who can be assertive like this. I like men who are principled like Babas. Who can protect a woman, even if she has to sacrifice herself to keep me safe. Uh, why would I praise him?

"Which, hape you sound?" ask the Babas.

"Oh, I didn't realize, Mas," I grinned as I picked up the phone from the bag.

Glancing at the Babas, I picked up Retno's phone, "just a moment, Mas. Retno's mother's phone."

"Yaaaagg... You where? How about Mas Tian? Pantesan you come in I'm Lambe, who...Yang.." said Mbak Retno without giving a pause for me to answer his words.

"Huh?"