Just take him for you
Where is your rain

Space's brain spins around quickly looking for reasons to keep looking professional in Salma's eyes.

"I'm sorry, the big concept is held by Emran. He who can explain in detail," said Angkasa after successfully mastering the situation, "Unfortunately he left the city you so can not meet him."

"It's okay, sir hearing the good news from Pak Asa like this, I'm happy." Salma developed her smile wide. Space is feeling more guilty.

Xiiiggg ....

The two fell silent and stared at each other without knowing what else to say.

"Em, alright then I say goodbye first." Salma nodded slowly and stood up. He stepped towards the exit with very heavy steps. Both of his legs refused to leave. He still wanted to be with Angkasa, but his embarrassment was much greater to linger in search of the talk.

Meanwhile, Angkasa's mouth seemed to be locked tightly when the woman whose face always disturbed her sleep every night, stood up and would leave her room.

"Salma!" call Angkasa, finally able to let out his voice before the woman reached the door handle.

"Yes, Sir?" Salma turned around. A glimmer of hope appeared when he heard the call of Space.

"Would you like to go home?"

"Yes, is there anything else to discuss?" salma asked trying to hold her voice so as not to sound too excited.

'Slow down, Asa! He's at the door, obviously he wants to go home!' Space grips itself in the heart.

"There's."

"Oh yes, sir. About what?" Salma walked back up to the Space desk and sat down where she was.

'Oh, Salma don't rush to sit down, 'it's not welcome yet,'

No less nervous, Salma regretted her body that was too fast to respond to Space calls.

Ziiigngg ....

For the second time they were silent and just staring at each other.

"Commission .. You ask what commission for your new event," said Angkasa quickly.

"Commission? I'm a newcomer, Mr. Mana dares to apply for tariffs" Salma said, laughing in embarrassment.

"Well, everyone even though new or old must have a sense of self-respect, you can submit your standard for how many shots for one time." Space smiled widely. Not because of the topic of conversation, but he was happy because there was talk material discussed although in fact for talent rates already there are those who handle and there are their own standards in the company. But of course for Salma all he can set according to his wishes.

"I follow whatever is written in the contract agreement later. Given such a big opportunity, I'm so grateful."

"Never humble yourself and your talents, Salma you are precious in the eyes of the right man.. uh, I mean in the eyes of the viewer who sees." Space endured the itching in his throat from almost choking on his own saliva.

Salma herself could not be described as what it was like to get a tasteful gaze from Space. But his common sense again mastered his feelings that had soared.

'Don't get lulled, Salma! That smile and look is not just for you. It is common for Mr. Angkasa to praise every talent who works under his auspices!'

"Thank you, sir, but really for this beginning I just followed how good your company gave me" said Salma. He removed all the melow feelings that had been foaming him, then straightened his back and lifted his chin to look at Angkasa straight.

"All right then." Space nodded. He was surprised to see the change in Salma's attitude in an instant.

"Please." The sky nodded unsure.

After exiting the sky-blue building, Salma immediately walked to the nearest stop. The same stop when Space found it when it was raining heavily.

Now he is just standing alone in a stop at a time when people are busy working. Salma took a breath and exhaled loudly. His heart and mind are struggling between having to go or survive in the same room as Angkasa.

"What feeling is this? There's no way this is love, I just feel lonely." Salma sat waiting at the stop, raising her head to look up at the cloudy sky. In the corner of his heart there was hope of a cloudy cloud that came covering the sky and causing heavy rain like the other day. He hoped that Angkasa would come and give him an umbrella or offer him a ride like it usually happens during heavy rain.

"Hujaaan turuunlaaaahh ...." Salma lifted her head up in search of the black clouds above the sky.

Meanwhile at the same time, Space on the top floor of her office building observed Salma from the moment the woman exited the building and walked on the sidewalk and disappeared unseen due to the roof of the stop.

He looked at the same sky and had the same hope as Salma.

"Why is it sunny today, where do you rain when I need you?" Space muttered anxiously as it looked towards the sky and monitored Salma who was still inside the stop.

The hope was lost as soon as the bus that went to Salma lived, docked at the stop and took the woman away from there. Closing his disappointment, Angkasa then grabbed his cellphone and contacted his old friend and coworker.

"Hello Mran, what are you doing?"

"Seminar lah," said the thin-moustached man across the street.

"Please help design a television program that specials themes such as talkshow."

"Talkshow about what? Politics? A celebrity? A rumor? Health, sports or what? Random really asked for it."

"It's up to you, who if you can lift the television market that has been declining lately."

"It's easy to think about. Yes, in two hours I will be the source to be ready," said Emran quickly and will hang up his phone.

"Ga could be delayed too long. Before returning from Makassar, you must have an overview of this event program" said Angkasa.

"Buckoo! Whose order is this? Important people are like."

"Udalahah."

"Ga can be that fast, Asaaa! I don't have any picture yet. The basis of making the program at least there are elements of what it is, such as topics, market segments, airtime a lot of laah."

"Talkshow that is suitable for women aged 25 years. The person is calm, motherly, likes to sing, motivates and tips life, graceful, but can also appear cheerful and energetic," said Angkasa excited. Emran was silent for a moment across there.

"You want to make a show on the basis of the host? Crazyaa, fix you again in love must be hahahahaa ...." Emran was laughing loudly across there.

"Breng sek!" Space closed its cell phone. He shook his head and smiled shyly considering Emran's clumsiness teasing him.

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