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Voice from on stage, asking all invitations to immediately occupy the available seats. A total of 50 inspiring social media campaigners were invited and some of them will be honored.

"Direct broadcasts." Bian pointed to a group of uniformed crew members on one of the private televisions.

Various entertainment events were filled by the capital's famous singers, making Salma want to cry. He used to host televised events in his area, and he was picturing himself standing and holding a microphone on a magnificent stage ahead.

"Salma, Salma!" Bian and Jeni shake her body, but she is still drowning in her daydream. But when the floodlights hit her face, Salma began to wake up.

"Why?" He was even more surprised when he saw his confused face appear on the big screen on the stage.

"Forward." Bian pulled and pushed her impatiently.

"Congratulations, you're one of the best three." Jeni hugged him tightly.

The thunderous sound of applause accompanied his steps up onto the stage. His eyes kept on the screen showing his videos that he shared on social media. Two other people were already standing waiting for him on the stage.

"Presented Mr. Angkasa Wiryawan, to give an award for three talented creator content that is very inspiring." The beautiful female host directed a dashing man who was sitting in the main seat.

From where she stood on the stage, Salma could see her two new friends waving their hands excitedly. The glint of camera lights and the floodlights that led up the stage made it a little difficult to see what was happening below the stage.

Mr. Angkasa Wiryawan or Pak Asa, took the stage accompanied by two women carrying trays. Salma barely recognized the man standing before her. Pak Asa looks authoritative and very mature in a black suit. Her appearance was very much different when they met at the hotel restaurant this morning.

"Salma 'Moon Gifts, ' congratulations." Forced Asa smiled as she read her stage name in the award trophy before it was handed over to her hand.

"Thank you." When Pak Asa reached out, Salma refused by clenching her hands together in front of her chest.

Pak Asa's gaze continued to accompany Salma until she returned to her seat. Pak Asa as one of the initiators of this event, delivered some remarks on stage. His eyes remained straight leading to the row of benches where Salma was sitting.

"Jen, you don't feel it if Pak Asa keeps seeing us?" Bian nudged Jeni's arm.

"You feel, Mr. Asa is standing far ahead so it looks like just look here and on."

But not with Salma, he knew very well Pak Asa was looking at him sharply. The stool he was sitting on immediately felt hot and had many needles. I want to get up and get out of there.

Four hours of the show ended. An hour later was filled with photos of journalists and artists. Surely the invitees will not miss this to be exhibited on social media. Likewise with the two new friends Salma, they pulled Salma's hand back and forth to take pictures with the famous people of the capital.

"Iiii, that's Rasya Ahmad and Gaby Slavina." Bian scoops up Salma and Jeni for the umpteenth time.

"Slow down, Bian," lamented Salma, "Ouch!" Salma fell with her knees touching the floor first. His hand full of trophies, gifts and handbags, made him not have time to grab the hand of Jeni who was beside him.

"Are you okay?"

Salma's eyes were fixed on the shiny black shoes in front of her. Slowly his head was staring at the owner of the shoe and a heavy, sexy voice. Forced Asa looked at him worriedly with outstretched hands.

"Sorry, Salma." Bian looked embarrassed and felt bad for Salma.

"Thank you, sir. Sorry for the embarrassment." Salma was downcast because the reporter's camera was back on her face. He could already imagine the embarrassing moment would be spread on social media.

"It's okay, moon orchid. Careful, your long dress could stumble again." Salma heard the name Pak Asa for him.

"Mba Salma's interview time." A committee steered Salma to a special corner where two other award winners were already sitting there along with Vincent, a well-known host of private television.

Vincent as the host of the famous show, asked questions to Salma and the other two winners with a flexible and familiar.

"Salma, where did the idea of using the name Orchid Moon?"

"That gives the real name of my followers on social media, at first I like to hum an old song called Setangkai Orchid Bulan. That's my Mama's favorite song" Salma blushed.

"I've seen loh, Mba Salma's voice if the cover song is melodious. Gawat nih who has a song can be inferior if you listen," asloh Vincent teases.

"I can sing just as a hobby." Salma laughed embarrassedly.

"Mba Salma's husband would love to be sung" Vincent added. After Salma's cheerful smile disappeared from her face, "Suami same children accompany her to Jakarta?" ask Vincent who has not noticed the change in the look of Salma's face.

"No. Children at home," answered Salma flatly.

"Husband?" continued Vincent. Salma's face began to tense, all eyes and cameras pointing to a single point waiting for her answer.

The first spacecraft aware of Salma's change, coded Vincent for the next topic.

"Eemm ... Mba Salma's plan ahead what is it? are there any plans to move to the capital?"

"Not yet." Salma shook her head and then looked down. He had already lost his appetite for answering the host's questions. Vincent understands the source is not wanted to be asked again, he turns his question to the next winner.

Meanwhile, at Salma's place of origin, Tania and Armand are having a big fight. Armand was furious at his wife for turning off the television while he was watching his ex-wife receive an award.

"Once again you cut off my pleasure, I will not hesitate to leave you," Armand threatened.

"Leave it. I have never been afraid of your threats. It was you who should have worried that I was left behind. Eat still hitchhiking!" sembur Tania is no less fierce.

"Bad!" Armand was ready to slap his wife, but seeing Tania's already big belly he lowered his hand again.

"If you want to watch it for free, just watch it at your own house," throw Tania out. Holding a sense of annoyance, Armand came out of the house and crossed over to his old house.

On the fence of the house where he and Salma lived first, hung a banner inscribed with the house in a bank confiscation. Armand opened the fence and blew it away in annoyance. He moved his eyes to every corner of his old house. Everything was still the same as when Salma and her two children left the house.

Salma ....

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