Just take him for you
Dance

After Emran's death back to the office, Angkasa pensive while rolling the screen of his phone. True said Emran, news on social media is actually common for the size of gossip. Ordinary if there is a movie or newcomer gossip is very necessary to boost the popularity of the film. Even worse than this had ever been, and he used to respond to it.

Space continued to roll out his phone screen, he read one by one the news about Salma there.

'Who is the Moon Orchid, the newcomer who brought the number one person in Asa Production to his knees?'

'The phenomenon of the newcomer artist soaring in an unnatural way'

'Without any ability, a newcomer new artist can soar to defeat his senior'

'The latest film production from Asa Pictures in Gadang will be quiet audience'

The more down, the news read the more disturbing and unaccountable. Space squeezed his phone furiously. It might be true what Emran said, if this wasn't about Salma he wouldn't care either.

"Sorry Mr. Asa, it's time for the next scene" one of the crew informed politely.

"Oh yes, which scene is Mba," asked Angkasa as he followed the crew's steps.

"Dance, Sir." Both ends of the lips of Space lifted up perfectly.

Salma in the middle of the location was already standing ready to wait for him. The woman despite her modest appearance always stood out among the other female players. What is it because the eyes of Space only focus on Salma one, you know.

"Excuse me, Pak Asa later when Nabila comes down from pang---"

"Who's Nabila?" ask the confused Space.

Mr. Memet blinked his eyes, looking more confused than Angkasa.

"When it was me, Mr. Asa. The name of the role I played," explained Salma disconnected Mr. Memet and Angkasa who looked at each other confusedly.

If Mr. Memet is confused how to repeatedly explain the contents of the script and hold back emotions facing his big boss, while Angkasa is still affected by the online news he read. He thought the main role had been replaced by another player.

"Oh yeah, I forgot. I guess Nabila who." Angkasa laughed loudly and patted Mr. Memet's shoulder to cover his embarrassment.

"Hehehe, yes forget it's natural, sir," said Mr. Memet and sat down, 'Hopefully this is the last time Mr. Angkasa played a movie'

"Where, how Mr. Memet, what should I do," asked Angkasa with enthusiasm. His eyes focused on observing the director with both hands folded in front of his chest. Mr. Memet was amused to see the reaction of his superiors who looked excessive.

"Once Mba Salma played Nabila off the stage, Pak Asa walked over and asked to dance together. Like this, sir." Mr. Memet reached out to Salma.

But once Salma would welcome the director's hand, Angkasa immediately stopped him before Salma's finger touched Mr. Memet's hand, "OK, okay enough. I already understand. It can start now, sir, let's get it over with."

Mr. Memet without saying anything, returned to his place with a gouging feeling.

"Okay, crew stand by. Camera roll, and .. action!"

Floodlights and cameras point to the face of Angkasa looking up at the stage. Slowly he walked down the stage with eyes staring in admiration at the figure of the woman who was singing up there.

"Hi" said Marcel, played by Angkasa, greeting Salma who just got off the stage.

"Hi too, who is it?" Nabila played by Salma tries to find out who is the man behind the mask that greeted him just now.

"May dance with, Miss?" pinta Marcel did not answer Nabila's question.

Nabila welcomed Marcel's hand, which immediately led him to the dance floor. Marcel's hands were coiled around Nabila's slender waist. Next to his hand held soft hand Nabila.

Time and again Angkasa assures himself that this is just acting and he is Marcel. His feet trembled every time Salma's breath entered his sense of smell.

"Do you really want to know me?"

"If you don't mind." Nabila smiled very sweetly. From the two hole gaps in the eyes of the Angkasa mask, Salma's smile was very clearly visible.

"You're beautiful," sizzled Angkasa, "Very beautiful" he added.

"Sir, which dialogue is it?" the assistant director quickly opened the script and looked up the words Angkasa said, "Should've Marcel said, if you knew who I was you would have run away scared." The assistant director showed the script to Mr. Memet.

"Ssttt, let it go. This is called improvisation, " said Mr. Memet while staring at the screen in front of him. He directed the crew holding the camera to focus more on highlighting the faces of a pair of humans who were dancing.

Salma did not protest against Space's wrong dialogue. He was even washed away by the black eyeballs of Space who was peering from the gap of the mask.

The two continued to dance without saying any dialogue. The hall space that was transformed into that dance arena, seemed real to the two of them.

Space increasingly close Salma's body to his body. His gaze grew more and more faint with eyes focused on Salma's red and moist lips. Just by looking at Salma's lips, he seemed to be able to feel her tenderness. Unknowingly the head of Space was getting closer towards Salma's face.

'Great, sorry Mr. Asa please don't fire me, ' Mr. Memet's inner "CUT!" yelled Mr. Memet louder than usual.

Angkasa sighed resentfully cut when it almost kissed Salma's lips.

Shamed Salma went straight into the locker room to hide her face.

"How does it feel to embrace Asa?" Jane and another player entered the room.

"You can do it, Jane. Deg-degan is sure."

"Salma, tell dong you use a shaman where your career is smooth I guess. I've been casting back and forth, stuck as a supporting role," said the player who came with Jane.

"What shaman, Feb?"

"Oh, it's just us - we know. Whisper your dong to which pinter?"

"Geez, I've never played like that."

"That's really you, Salma."

"Truly, Feb." Salma was still trying to be friendly, even though her heart was pinched.

While Jane did not help her answer at all, the woman she considered her close friend was just observing the two of them while fixing her makeup.

"Or you use a shortcut."

"Which shortcut?"

"How much was your fare last night? same Mr. Memet or Mr. Emran. If the same Pak Asa like it's not possible, he's a difficult person to approach let alone play women."

"What price? Don't digress, Feb!" Salma began to fall. This time not only was her heart flicked, but her pride as a woman was trampled.

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