Just take him for you
abstract Ideas of Space

During Emran in Makassar, Angkasa continued to urge his friend to immediately prepare a concept event for Salma. Three days after Salma's arrival to his office, Emran enters the Space Room with an open laptop and a notebook in his hand.

"Finally you go home, Emran," greeted Angkasa with open arms.

"I'm off the island not a walk either, but a job for your office. What is being chased to get home quickly? Actually today I was invited by the organizer of the tour, because you are all broken," grumbled Emran with a tangled face.

"It's easy when it comes to travel. How, how, it's not done yet?" chase the sky impatiently.

"What's finished? I'm still overshadowing the concept you love."

"Well, you're an expert in the field."

"Minimum love me hint if you want to make a program based on his talent, what does it look like?" Emran smiled meaningfully.

"What to?"

"Yes should be it. Don't tell me that woman's Jane?"

"No," quickly fly Space.

"Then who? Febrit? Anecdote? Bertha? Caroline?"

"Who the hell is that?"

"You're a habit, memorize the form but don't know the name. They'll be the profit-making angels of your company who always claim to have a close relationship with you."

Angkasa just raised the corner of his lips only responded to Emran's innuendo. She did not deny, for not only the name of the woman called but many more women wished for more than the hospitality she gave.

"Not everything?" chase Emran. The sky shook with a smile growing wider.

"Nobody, hunt what's your idea." Space put his foot on the other side of his leg and then he leaned his body into his great chair. Angkasa tried to cover his mouth that could not stop smiling by pretending to wipe his thin beard.

"So curious." Emran narrowed his eyes suspiciously, but he kept his laptop open and looked for something there, "Sa, yes advice if today there are less talk shows on television. You know the world of social media is filled with podcasts, lazy people sitting in front of the television. They can open their phones anywhere just to watch gossip shows or casual talk."

"Hmm." Angkasa nodded his head trying to digest Emran's sentence, but his damn brain was always on the woman who was still on the bus.

"Because your concept is not clear and I don't know the form of a woman who makes you go a little crazy because of her own smile when what I'm talking about is not funny at all, he said, I suggest how about you make a soap opera and he'll be the star."

"He? Whahuh? How's it?" Space advanced his body and returned seriously to listen to Emran's words.

"Have you returned from the imaginary world?" sindir Emran was upset.

"Is that what you said, soap opera?"

"Yes, soap opera. Television is still dominated by soap opera programs. Mothers are still faithfully waiting for the soap opera story even though they already know the end of the story, and your dream woman is jreeenngg ... Directly famous." Emran raised both his hands up.

"Emmm, sinetron yes." Space rubbed his chin again. His forehead seemed to wrinkle deeply, "But I didn't know if he could act or not."

"That's look. She's a beauty?"

"Pretty dong" said Angkasa fast and steady.

"Ciiih!" cynical Emran sneer, "New face, beautiful, fresh story with the lead role inviting tears and a swearing-in for the antagonist, then there is the rescue prince coming. That's enough to lift your soap operas up."

"so yeah. Does it have to be a romance story?"

"Yes dong, cook classic action is not old."

The fur on the forehead of the sky is getting deeper.

"Don't agree!"

"Eh, why?" Emran was surprised, only this time his idea was rejected by Space.

"That means there must be a male co-star who plays his partner, right?"

"That's not me agreeing."

"Ohaha! You jealous? It's business, Asa don't play games. Most Indonesian soap operas are farthest handrails are equally hugged, no kisses like Korean drama."

The sky shook its head even harder. Emran increasingly sneered at his friend.

"As far as you are. I don't have any ideas for this kind of thing." Emran summarized his laptop as well as his book and stood up from his seat.

"Blessing, Man. Wait a minute, you have since returned from Makassar why it's easy to get angry anyway." Angkasa waved his hand to hold his friend so as not to get out of his room.

"Anyone must be irritated to see a weak superior because of this woman of yours."

"OK, okay I agree with your proposal, but can I write the script?"

Emran was lazy, but eventually he nodded his head.

"Whatever you want to do, what kind of story" said Emran resignedly, "When do we schedule an audition for another role?"

"One more." Angkasa close his lips preparing to say the real thing against his conscience.

"What?"

"I'm the male lead." He wanted to open the window and jump from the height of the building.

Emran's jaw dropped from his mouth. The laptop he held since then almost fell because he was too surprised and did not believe the request of the company leader.

"Can?" rework Space.

"You ... is fine, Sa?" Emran walked closer to his friend.

"Why? It's not a problem if I play in my own production? Atta Halilintar, Raffi Ahmad also played in their film," said Angkasa defending himself, although he himself was embarrassed to say that.

"They were originally public figures, Asaaaa!"

"But they're both human, right? Do you doubt my acting qualities? Do I have to pass the audition line first, okay I can."

Emran is raising his eyeballs in response to his friend's insanity.

"You did the production, you wrote the screenplay and you did the film? Why aren't you directing by yourself?"

"Good idea. Did you say that? The film? good thing I agree on soap operas." Space is getting excited.

The look on Emran's face can no longer be described how upset and surprised to hear a new idea from Space.

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Blurbs :

Despite being born and growing up in a harmonious and well-mannered family, Mirza is still a young person who needs to express himself and wants to enjoy the freedom of his youth.

He became an angry young man and often changed boyfriends under the pretext of peddling to determine a right choice, the choice of girl he would make as a wife.

However, out of the many girls he had been dating, none of them could meet Mirza's criteria. The criteria of the ideal wife, which makes all the family stunned.

"They're all girls who can't take good care of themselves, a new cook dating already asked for a kiss?" grouse Mirza.

Will Mirza, be able to find the girl he wants?