Just take him for you
Throw rocks hide hands

Mr. Memet was speechless, he just took off his great hat and scratched his suddenly itchy head. The words and words mocking his superior can only be expressed in his heart.

"Mm, look Mr. Asa, sorry only give input should not be too vulgar, we will be supervised by the Film Censorship Institute. You don't want this film will fail to show and your company is difficult to issue a new production." Mr. Memet tried to persuade, the middle-aged man knew that the intention of Angkasa change the contents of the script only because of his own desire is not the interest of production.

"Pak Memet, the film today is not what it used to be. After all, the scene is not vulgar, just kissing even impressed romantic. Young people must be happy, movies so not boring." Strong space maintained its desire.

Mr. Memet let out a long sigh between annoyance and pity with his boss. Suppose he is as close as Emran is to Angkasa, it would be like to plash the head of this metropolitan man before him.

"Look it, because this had to replace a scene at the last second I couldn't decide for myself. Let's ask the opposite play Mr. Angkasa, uh ... Well that's it." The sky followed the direction of Mr. Memet's head who was crazily looking for someone, "Mba Salma!" Angkasa's eyes suddenly glared as the director called out to Salma.

"Eyeh, don't do it, don't use it." The frantic space stopped Mr. Memet's attempt to call Salma, but it was too late that the woman had turned her head and was now walking closer.

"It's nothing, sir. Much better Mba Salma should know and give an opinion, let's not be surprised when take the scene."

Space did not respond, Salma was getting closer to his brain thinking fast. He doesn't want to look nervous or make mistakes. A Spaceman must perform perfectly.

"What's up, Mr Memet?" ask Salma who is always polite. His eyes slightly glanced towards the stiff-faced Space in tension.

"Look, Mba Salma seems like for this 257th scene, there will be a slight change." Mr. Memet took the script and showed it to Salma. Angkasa rubbed his nose riled waiting for the explanation that will be delivered by the director, "Here, when Marcel grasped Nabila's hand and proposed the plan we will eliminate the scene kissing the forehead." Mr. Memet pointed at the script, then briefly glanced at Angkasa who joined the focus of listening to him speak.

"Then, Sir?"

"The plan will be replaced with ... kissing." Mr. Memet confirms with the movement of the fingers and lips that cone.

"Kiss?" Salma reflexes touching her lips. His heart was pounding with pleasure, but shame showed his feelings. But it is impossible to just say, what Space said later. It would be a shame if he too seemed to want this scene to happen, "But, sir ... Uh, isn't it too greasy---"

Not finished Salma spoke, Angkasa had already cut, "I have also said that, Salma, but Mr. Memet still suggested that. Ckckckck, don't be so, Mr. Memet. What people say later, we're both not teenagers anymore to do that romantic scene, shame ah." Angkasa shook his head while laughing in embarrassment.

"He? 'it was the old man---"

"I follow what I said, Mr. Memet just how good. Don't you, Salma?" cut Space fast.

Mr. Memet gawked with his mouth open, the two people before him were staring at him waiting for a decision on a change that was not his wish. Once again he cursed the Space in his heart. If only he did not remember the installments to be paid, the script in his hand he had crumpled and threw into the face of Angkasa.

Huuffft, unfortunately it can only be imagined.

"In my opinion, it does not need to be replaced to remain as before," said Mr. Memet relaxed.

"How come?"

"Why?"

Angkasa and Salma almost simultaneously answered and were surprised by Mr. Memet's answer. Angkasa did not think, the director dared to refuse his request. While Salma thought, the proposal was indeed from the director so it could not be canceled.

"I was asked for an opinion, yes I give my opinion."

"Look, Mr. Memet." Mr. Memet began to be annoyed with the phrase Angkasa which began with the sentence, 'Look, Mr. Memet', because it usually began to lead to coercion, "If there is a good idea, it's okay. I don't want to limit Mr. Memet's creativity." Fiery space motivates for its own benefit.

Mr. Memet sighed lazily, "How about, Mba Salma?" Hope Salma can think a little sane.

It's same! Mr. Memet cursed in his heart.

"Alright then, we agreed to switch to the kiss scene." Mr. Memet deliberately confirmed the word kiss to channel his regret, "Please prepare in position."

Salma's heart is beating faster. He did not expect this scene to exist with an Angkasa. There is worry, but also pleasure. Hypocritical if he is not happy to be able to have a friendly scene with a man who is hailed by many female artists.

Pairing with Space alone he has reaped blasphemy, especially later there is a kissing scene? Salma held onto her chest which felt a little pain due to the increasingly hard heart beating. He took a glass and drank a glass of cold water to relieve his heartbeat.

Meanwhile, the culprit of all changes, is rummaging through the contents of his bag. He looked for lozenges that were usually always tucked inside his bag.

Ah, here it is. Angkasa smiled in relief when he found some of his flagship candy in the corner of his bag.

A crew coded him to prepare for the location, Angkasa immediately stood up with great confidence.

The beginning of the scene does not go smoothly, Salma often makes mistakes. He was too nervous, his mind was flying too far.

Space approached Salma during the break, "You nervous?" tanya Angkasa held onto Salma's cold hand.

Salma nodded and looked embarrassed. He did not deny it because it was very clear. Honestly he was ashamed of the director and Angkasa, why was it suddenly unprofessional.

"Because there's a change of scene?" whispered Space. Salma sighed then nodded lightly, "If you are uncomfortable, you can refuse. It's okay." Although she desperately wanted the scene to happen, Angkasa did not want the woman she loved to feel compelled to do the scene with her.

"I'm fine."

"You sure?" The space clasped Salma's hand tighter. The cold palms gradually warmed. Salma nodded confidently, he was ready to do that scene now with Angkasa in front of many pairs of eyes.

"OK ready? We're starting again yuuk!" The assistant director again exclaimed.

Space did not release Salma's hand, they continued to join hands until the location point. Scene by scene introduction point****** the two were waiting for went well.

Arriving at the final scene, Salma and Angkasa stood face to face in the middle of the floodlights and many eyes were staring at them.

"When do you really want to marry me?"

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