Just take him for you
Conflict or bulldoze

Salma smiled and started to speak her lines. The groggy feeling of being stared at by many pairs of eyes that do not like it, makes him repeatedly make mistakes.

"Cuts! Relax a little more, Mba Salma. Here Mba Salma is seducing her husband, so it must be more spoiled and flirtatious," said Mr. Memet.

"Sorry" great-granddaughter Salma for the umpteenth time.

"Okay, calm down. We break five minutes enough yaa," said Mr. Memet to the crew and other players. Most shouted complaints of disagreement, because the filming time will increase more and more.

"Where are you? it's just here." Space restrains Salma's hips, as the woman will stand up from her lap.

"Still break, sir."

"The break is five minutes, where are you going in less than five minutes? We just practice so that later it will be smoother," woo Angkasa.

Salma shook her head but she complied with Space's request not to move out of her lap. When he felt someone looking at him from the corner, Salma again looked restless.

Angkasa followed the direction of Salma's eyes, he began to understand when he saw the group of women who glanced at them with a cynical look.

"Are you uncomfortable with them?" whispered Space.

"Who?"

"They, who are looking at you now." Space gave the code with the tip of its eye.

"Ow, it's okay. It's only natural that they're like that, because they want my position." Salma smiled faintly.

"What position do you mean? on the bench like this?" Space further tightened its grip on Salma's waist.

"I mean the character I played, sir."

Space's great self-confidence made Salma chuckle. The familiar sight between Salma and Angkasa made his enemies increasingly fire beards.

"If you are how? Don't want a position like this?"

"Of course I'm happy with this lead role position." Salma answered diplomatically, though her heart had been pounding softly since then.

"I mean a position on my bench like this, Salma." Space looked at him.

The smile in Salma's mouth disappeared. If he answers yes, how shameful, but if he answers no, how hypocritical he is.

"If you are happy and want to be like them, never give others a chance to take your place." Salma frowned trying to understand the meaning of the words Angkasa, "I'd rather if you were sitting on my lap," continued Angkasa with a deeper gaze.

For a long time the two of them looked at each other with a fairly close distance. Angkasa's hands hugged Salma's waist, as well as Salma's hands coiled around Angkasa's neck. Anyone who saw, would definitely feel envious of the intimacy of the two of them when this was outside the scene. Mr. Memet and the crew like to give more time for both.

"Do your best, Salma. Don't mind the people around you. It's just you and me." Space looked at him softly but very closely.

"We started yaaa, Mba Salma directly entered the dialogue just need not be repeated from the beginning." Mr. Memet's assistant gave directions through the loudspeakers. They were reluctant to ask Angkasa to release his hand from Salma's waist.

The sharp eyes of Space seemed to hypnotize Salma, the woman seemed to relax more and live her role. His hands twitched spoiled around Angkasa's neck as Marcel, and his lips increasingly fluently uttered a seductive dialogue of seduction.

Mr. Memet did not seem to have the heart to break the intimacy of his superiors, even though the dialogue and scenes they displayed were not in accordance with the existing scenario. The white-haired middle-aged man simply threw down his hat and scratched his head while peeking out from behind the scenes.

Colekan the assistant on his shoulder, resuscitated Mr. Memet, he immediately shouted the final word to break the scene.

"I'm sorry, sir was a little improvised to let Salma relax." Space gives a reason.

"What's wrong, Pak Asa was still in line with the story. Good improvisation, if not reminded of the duration by Mr. Amir I can continue until night," he lamented Mr. Memet.

Angkasa wanted to respond to the joking of his flagship director, but the tail of his eyes caught several women who followed Salma into the dugout for the cast.

"Okay, thank you, Mr. Memet me to the toilet first." Angkasa patted Mr. Memet's shoulder and immediately followed the women.

"Can't you see don't look so nervous?" One of the women spoke as Angkasa grabbed her back against the wall near the entrance.

"What else? What did you mean by the scene just now? It's just acting!" Salma's voice sounded tired and emotional.

"Acting it if according to the scenario, you forget that we also hold the script?"

"Well, you ask yourself the same Pak Asa why he deviated from the scenario" said Salma casually. Repeatedly faced bullying on set, getting her mentally trained.

Salma was not too serious about seeing the women's snide and whispers, she focused on fixing her makeup in front of the mirror.

"But you like it, don't you?" Jane looked at Salma from behind the mirror while smiling cynically.

"Happy, who doesn't like acting with Mr. Angkasa and sitting on his lap happily." Instead of feeling insinuated, Salma heated them all up in a style that was created as precisely as possible.

Space covered his mouth with his hands, so that the sound of his laughter could not be heard in the room. He was happy that Salma was able to capture what he said just before filming.

"Basasar gatel's widow!" One of the women, sitting next to Salma, kicked the chair that the mother of the twins had occupied until it almost toppled over.

"What the hell!" Salma immediately stood up and held on to the dressing table. The woman who kicked him in the chair stood up and came forward and pressed him down with the table.

Salma pushed the woman with all her might and as the woman's hands floated up about to slap her face, the sound of knocking on the door distracted everyone in the room.

"Excuse me, what's going on?" Angkasa raised his eyes as if he looked surprised, even though he already knew what happened from the beginning.

"There's nothing, sir we're just having a casual conversation. There was a little misunderstanding from women, but everything was clear." Jane smiled awkwardly. The woman who was about to slap Salma retreated but still with a tense face.

"Ow, I guess what's up. Okay just continue the casual talk, so don't be an anarchist. I came here to take my future wife to lunch," said Angkasa relaxed.

"Wife candidate?" The five women in the room looked at each other in confusion, including Salma.

"Jeez, I don't want to use acting anymore the camera is dead. Come on hunt I'm hungry." Angkasa put on a sullen face with his hands outstretched towards Salma.

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