Ode To Latitude
50 Million

Prita saw a photo of Fendi with a woman. The clothes they wear are the same as the title of the horror film being worked on by the Fendi team. 

The woman smiled sweetly with one of her hands on Fendi's shoulders. Fendi as usual acted cool while folding both hands on the chest. 

"No caption needed" the post was posted on Fendi's Instagram post. Whatdoes thatmean? the sentence seemed to hint that they had a relationship. 

The mind of Prita guerrilla everywhere. Prita immediately sent a message to Fendi. The message was read immediately. Blue tick two, but there was no sign Fendi would return the message.

Prita stay away from the shooting location. He got in the car, turned on the lights, and started calling Fendi. On the third ring, Fendi answered his phone. Prita unceremoniously straitened Fendi with many questions. Fendi casually responded that the woman was his teammate and the caption clearly said that they were a crew, no other intent.

Prita tried to believe Fendi's words. He did not want to be rash, which would eventually bring regret to both of them. 

"You sick?" tara asked as Prita returned to the shooting location.

Prita. 

"We're staying here. Today is our last day at the shooting location" said Prita commemorating Tara.

Time shows at 03.00 WIB. Both Prita and Tara are busy with their phones. They glanced at each other.

"Don't sleep, tomorrow you have to drive" asked Tara.

"Lo said he hadn't slept. Tomorrow you have to make Tik Tok content" Prita asked back.

"Tomorrow I don't have a schedule?" ask Tara again.

"Not tomorrow you're full at home, but it has to be impotent" 

They both looked at each other. Their eyes were hinting at each other. Long sleep tomorrow.

Tara was busy replying to the comments of Lintang haters, while Prita his FBI soul began to roil, guerrilla stalking one by one followers and people who follow Fendi. 

Anyway Prita should know the woman's account, see you. 

Over time their eyes began to shrink because of drowsiness, as well as a pain that attacked the eyes due to too long staring at the cellphone screen and finally both slept.

                                *****

"Mba, wake up late" called a voice while shaking Prita and Tara slowly.

Tara and Prita are shocked. Their appearance is chirped, full of sweat and fussiness. 

"What time is it" asked Prita.

"Half seven mba. The others came home from an hour ago. There's a crew that's sorted out" 

Without a lot of cingcong Tara and Prita immediately say goodbye and headed for the car. Prita drives a speeding car, to get home soon. Their bodies feel crumpled and the feeling of dizziness runs through the head of both.

"Prit.." call Tara.

"Why?" prita asked as she flicked the curtains of their apartment letting the morning light through the glass window.

"Let me ask for a transfer of 50 million" said Tara slowly.

"You're crazy, aren't you? why didn't you break up with her?" ask Prita groped. For the umpteenth time Mama Tara asked to transfer some money with unreasonable numbers, almost every week.

Once twice Prita understood, now for Prita this has gone too far. Her mother never once asked her son, or at least act like a mother. Every time the phone calls, all that is talked about is money. Her mother did not hesitate to curse Tara if her wishes were not fulfilled.

"Prit you know she's my only family" Tara's voice weakened.

Prita surrender. He immediately transfers 50 million to the account of Airin, Tara's mother.

"Thank you" whispered Tara weakly.

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