Just take him for you
Whip to rise

"Mrbaa ... Mba Salmaaa." A voice calling out his name sounded from a distance. Salma hastily tidied her hair and cleaned the remains of tears that had been on her cheeks.

"Yes, what's wrong?" salma asked one of the make up team who called her.

"Mba Salma is sought after, it's time to take a look." The woman grumbled in annoyance.

"Oh, sorry."

Salma stepped quickly towards the shooting location. His arrival was met with annoyed faces of the cast and crew on duty.

"From where, you make us all wait to know" said Jane ketus.

"Sorry." Salma did not want to linger near Jane. He prefers to approach Mr. Memet, who has more power on the set.

"Sir Memet, I'm sorry I was in the toilet when it was time to gather."

"Ow, it's nothing Mba Salma. Just rest if tired, we take another scene first," said Mr. Memet relaxed.

"It's okay, sir. I'm not tired, be ready if I have to start. I'm waiting there yeah."

"Heaan, make up Mba Salma please touch up again yes," cried Mr. Memet to the woman who called him earlier before he left there.

As she walked towards her seat, Salma could still hear the grunts of the woman whom Mr. Memet had called Dian behind her. The woman found herself too troublesome. Salma kept her head up, she did not want to be colonized by the gaze of the person who humbled her. What he got now, it was appropriate and his fortune. None of them allowed him to steal his spirit to rise up for the sake of his two children.

Salma walked here and there looking for the chair she was sitting in. The chair has been written his name and does look more comfortable and special than the seats owned by other players. The seat is placed under the wide umbrella of the main players.

"Mba Salma looking for her chair?" scold one of the players who is in a circle with Jane.

"Yes." Yeah."

"The seat was borrowed first with Sinta huh. We'd like to have a chat for a second" said April Jane's friend.

"Oh yeah nothing, put it on." Salma understood that speech was the same as the form of expulsion of him from players sitting in groups.

Sinta who is a supporting player, called occupying her seat looks uneasy uncomfortable sitting in the main cast seat. Salma gives a smile to Sinta, as she knows the girl is only used as a tool to make her feel isolated by Jane and her friends.

"Heei!, are you alone?"

"Dam. Couldn't come, it's not always ngaggetin." Salma patted Bian's arm.

"Why are you sitting here?" Bian's eyes turned from Salma sitting on the wooden bench along with the player's figurehead, towards Jane who was under a shady tent along with the other players.

"Ga nothing, good in here."

"Aren't you the main character? Poor thing that make up you, the powder has faded into sweat."

"You want the main character or ride through the same, nothing to sit here, too" said Salma.

"The tube is there yuk!" Bian pulled Salma's hand.

"Gather with others." Bian pointed at Jane and the rest of the friends.

"Ga there's Bian's place. You're called, I'm here." Salma pointed at Jane who waved at Bian.

"Yes, you go there, come on." Bian remains pushy, he has begun to smell the irregularities between Jane and Salma.

Salma follows Bian's steps, pulling him toward Jane and the rest of the group.

"Tumben here" said Jane, greeting Bian's greetings and hugs.

"Otherwise, it just happened to pass near here. Want to see dong besti-besti I play a movie," said Bian while embracing Salma's shoulder.

"Ow, I hope it doesn't disappoint," said Jane a little cynical.

"What, it's natural. It's the premiere, you're also the first movie on the big screen."

"Yes, that's natural" said Jane, "Eh, sit here, Bian." Jane pulled out an empty chair that had been filled with a lot of stuff.

"I was there with Salma." Bian again pulled Salma's hand away from the women who were sitting in groups. Clearly he saw their dislike gazes directed at Salma.

"Are you okay?" bian asked after they returned to sit in a row of figure players.

"Ga anything, why?" Salma smiled as if nothing had happened.

"If you have trouble, I am here. Don't hesitate to complain, I used to be just like you. Coming from the corners, underestimated because the face and appearance do not match the standard of the capital he said." Bian laughed at himself before continuing, "But I don't care what people say. To me, their talk is a whip for me to get better."

"It's you?" Salma's eyes grew bigger when Bian showed her an old photo. In the photo was a fat girl hiding behind her friends. Salma noticed the girl's face and went back to observe Bian. Both of them looked the same from his smile, but from his body shape was very much different.

"Yes, why?" Bian laughed again at Salma's reaction, "I changed my lifestyle and my way of thinking. From the tip of my hair to my feet, it's often the laughingstock of my friends. If I wasn't mentally strong, I would've jumped off the clover bridge." Bian still had a chance to joke in between his serious conversations.

"I often share tips on how to live a healthy life and exercise well. I like to share my passion with people who have overweight issues like me, because I know being laughed at because body shaming is not good" Bian continued. His social media is full of health content, so he was chosen to be one of the inspiring content creators just like Salma.

"You're great."

"We can all be great, sometimes we need people like them as our encouragement to move forward" Bian said as he glanced at Jane and her friends.

"What the hell." Salma shook her head while laughing.

"You see, I can also see that they are jealous of you. If in your career there is a trial, it means his name will go to class. So you have to be strong and survive."

"Damn." Salma could not hold back her taste. He spontaneously embraced Bian and covered his wet eyes on the shoulders of his new friend.

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There's a baguus story for you. I had to stop by so I didn't miss the story