
Salma looked at each of her co-stars in the film she starred in. The gazes of the female players who were all single, were as if hostile to him. While adult male and female players like not to interfere in other player feuds. For them such a thing was commonplace in this kind of role world.
"It's up to you to think of me as what. I'm just here to make a living for my two children. I can't and can't manage everyone's thoughts to match what I want, so I hope until the filming is over we can all work together. If anyone doesn't like my presence or is offended by my words or my attitude, I'm sorry." Finished saying so, Salma bowed slightly then came out with her head held high from the dressing room, leaving the spies staring at her sharply.
From that day on, Salma was cold to Space. A big smile was met with a thin smile. The pleasantries thrown by Space, led to serious topics by Salma. Salma also avoids eye contact with Space. Where Space goes, Salma will go in the opposite direction from her. It makes Angkasa frustrating and greget.
Salma also firmly rejects excessive scenes, such as kissing and hugging tightly. Like this morning, when Mr. Memet offered a change of script as usual Salma again refused without hesitation.
"I'm sorry, Mr. Memet I can't."
"Why, Mba Salma, this scene is still fairly reasonable. Husband and wife talking in bed after sex. Didn't do anything." Mr. Memet tried to convince Salma.
Behind the woman, Angkasa was watching the conversation between the director and the woman he was chasing with worry.
"Here it is written while talking, Marcel and Nabila hug each other and Marcel occasionally kissed Nabila. Plus if the narrative is after having a husband and wife relationship, it means not wearing clothes?"
"Wear, Mba Salma. Only the shoulders are visible, 'would you wear a blanket." Mr. Memet chuckled softly. He must be able to convince the artist at the request of his superiors, after several times the scene was changed arbitrarily by his boss, rejected by Salma.
"Stay, sir, I object. Why should it be replaced, isn't using the previous scene much better?" salma protested, he still did not know there was Space watching him. Not that he did not want to make out with the man, but there are things that make him have to ignore his own feelings.
"Okay, how yes ... The previous scene was a bit less uplifting, Mba Salma," said Mr. Memet gave an excuse. He was nervous being watched by Space.
"If you know like this, I won't sign a contract" Salma complained. The spaceman who heard that coded Mr. Memet to stay away from Salma.
"Sorry, Mba Salma I live first." Mr. Memet immediately retreated as soon as the Space approached.
"What's the matter, Salma. I see these few days you're less excited." Space pulled up a folding chair and sat right in front of Salma.
"I'm sorry, I hope I didn't interfere with the filming." Salma circulated her gaze, she was looking for a way to get away from Space before anyone saw them sitting together.
"You didn't interfere with the filming. I think you're still a professional, but your silence and the way you're avoiding me bothers me a lot, Salma." Angkasa leaned towards Salma with elbows resting on both knees.
Salma suddenly rewinded her body, she was a little surprised by Angkasa's attitude which was like intimidating her.
"Then I'm sorry to interrupt, Mr. Asa," said Salma lirih. He wanted to ask why the trivial thing bothers an Angkasa, but he did not want this conversation to continue for longer.
The sound of laughter and the heels of Jane and her friends knocking on the floor is heard approaching, although it has not yet been seen. Salma immediately stood up and was about to leave from there.
"Where are you? I'm not done talking, Salma."
"I'm sorry, sir, I'm going to the toilet." As fast as lightning Salma went missing before her proximity to Angkasa on set became a byword again.
"They keep going, why?" Emran approached Angkasa who had just closed its lid with an unusual rage.
"I was wrong?"
"People are always right, who would dare to blame you?"
"Don't get sucked up, I don't want to joke around."
"It seems this serious, that dimpled woman's problem?" Emran chuckled as Angkasa nodded his head, "What else is it? Don't tell me you're being stabbed or rejected."
"Since the scene we kissed, he's kind of kept his distance. Is he disgusted by me."
"Maybe it's just your feelings, or it could be your ability to make out backwards due to the age factor."
"Mran, if you can't help me back to your room," cast Angkasa ruthlessly.
"Well, this weight seems to be. You don't find out first, maybe he's got a problem or you say you've offended him."
"If I knew, I wouldn't be confused. I won't tell you and ask you. I can handle it myself" said Angkasa full of emotions.
"Youngdoll, panasss. Yeah, well, what can I do for you?" Emran already knew the direction of the Space talks, before his friend asked him to offer himself first.
"If you were me, what would you do?"
"Find out, approach and frankly if I like and want to be serious with him. That woman needs reassurance and commitment."
"I know that, but what I'm dealing with is that the mother of two toddlers is not a girl. Women who already have children are much harder to approach and I do not accept rejection for any reason. That's why I had to make sure that he wouldn't reject me, but how could I go one step further if now he and I were like the same two magnetic poles if they met? When I kissed her, I was pretty sure she was in my arms." Space clenched both of his palms.
Meanwhile, Armand doesn't lose his mind to find out where Salma brought his two children to live. He was waiting for the group of artists and crew from the filming location at the end of the road of the Angkasa office.
As per his last few observations, Salma always took a mini bus from the set and got off at the office. Then his ex-wife will wait for the bus at a stop not far from Asa Production's office.
Tonight, he was sitting on a motorcycle waiting for one by one people to get off the minibus. As soon as he saw Salma descending and as usual walking towards the stop, he lowered his head and hid his face as the mother of his two children walked past him.
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