OPEN YOUR MASK, PRINCESS!
Episode 15 HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO ME
Dengugan reverberated from the deafening sky. Xiao Jun covered both his ears and lowered his head to protect him. A terrifying natural phenomenon that the entire sky was blood red. Panic was everywhere, cries, pessimistic cries as if the apocalypse had come.
“Li June!!!! Li... Juuuunnn The voice of a woman echoed deafeningly Xiao Jun.
“Hosh... Hosh... Hosh...” Xiao Jun is awake from sleep. His breathing was irregular with sweat pouring from his forehead. In that sixteen-degree room, he still felt the heat from the nightmare. It's new
four days living in Jakarta but has twice had nightmares.
Whose voice is that? He called my real name? Xiao Jun held onto the head that was starting to hurt. Dreams are not just sleeping flowers. His sixth sense is very sensitive to the occult and he believes his dream leads to prophecy. But who called him with such great strength?
Who called me Li Jun?
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“You're up? I made chicken porridge for you. Eat while warm so that your head heals quickly.” Weini came carrying a bowl of porridge and a glass of warm water in a tray of batik motifs. Ravens
his face showed a sad and guilty expression. He stood waiting for the answer of the man lying weakly in front of him. Not a word came out from the man's lips, instead he put on a haughty and indifferent face.
“Still mad at me? Come on, don't be like that. I make you porridge, take care of you. You should say thanks dong!”
“Oke, thanks. Put it there!” said the ketus guy wear really.
Okay thanks!!! Gggrrrrrrrr.r.'s powerful words drove Weini's anger to the highest level. Arrogant guy, pretentious handsome guy, he thinks he's good? A handsome? Tajirs? Arrrggghhhhhhhhh why should you remember a bitch
that it???
“CUUUTTTT!” bams' screams stop the fight between Weini and Steven. From mimic Bams, it seems clear he was upset with the results earlier.
“Your expression why is that? You have to put your face together, not upset! Aduuuh messed up.”
Weini bit her lower lip. He carried personal emotions to the location of the shooting. Worse this was the sixth time he failed to take the easy scene because of phenomenal sentences that shook his heart.
Fuckin' shit. Why is that guy's voice so bright. Why do I have to use the words okay thanks? Huft…
Bams rested all the crew for a moment. He himself needs to cool the head that begins to heat up due to the smoothness of shooting.
“Weini, come with me to the make up room. I want to say four points.” Bams said as he walked to where he meant. Weini immediately followed her steps in silence. He resigned if Bams would fire him
just like he did with Lisa.
“You guys wait outside for a minute.” Bams asked four makeup artists to empty the glass-filled six-by-four-meter space for the two of us. He pulled a wooden chair without a brace then
sit on it.
“You know your fault where?”
Weini looked down, her mind glazed over thinking of the right answer without having to make the director's pack more emotional. “Less focus.”
“You know this job requires an artist who how?”
Hais again simalakama fruit, answered fear of wrong, didiamine more wrong. “Ng... must be talented.” Weini said after hesitating about the answer.
Bams took off his hat and threw it on the long table in front of him. “Try you see yourself in the glass!”
Weini spontat pegs itself in front of a large glass that reflects its shadow from various sides. “What does that mean Brother Bams?”
“So the artist is not only a talent capital, but other supporting factors are no less important. At various angles, you will be judged, commented on, as you would in front of this glass. You must have the mental steel to survive here. And no less important in this profession is a professional. I don't care if your mood is good, bad again, when your work must be put aside all that and professional.”
“Are you going to terminate my contract, brother?” Tanya Weini was serious. He realized that what he did today was very unprofessional and was ready to accept the worst risks.
Bams stared fixedly at Weiki. “bwa hahhahaha...” He was open while holding his stomach. The change in expression was so rapid that Weini felt Bams was starting to contract his moody.
“Lu new kid yesterday afternoon, making that mistake is still reasonable. I'll just give you a better input after this. We work a team, one fucked up all affected. Understand?” Bams smiled back
flashing his left eye to Weini.
“Understanding. Thank you brother Bams.” Weini smiled in relief, her labor negligence was still being forgiven. The ringing tone of a mobile phone was heard in between their chat. Weini felt a tremor from her bag and grabbed the communication device out. He looked at the screen and saw the name of the person who called him.
Mr Haris? But now is not the right time to pick up the phone.
“Receive only. I'm done talking. If you've run the phone immediately back to set.” Bams walked away from Weini who had not had time to thank him.
“Yes Mr. Haris.”
“Weini, am I bothering you?” haris' voice across from me sounded worried
“Ah no I just took a break. Tumben's calling, what's up, sir?”
“What time will I be home? I wait, we have dinner together. I cook Chinnese food loh.”
“Wah...really? If it's good at seven o'clock at night already run. I can't wait to eat your cooking.”
Weini was so excited. Haris cuisine is the best menu he has ever eaten. The man who had raised him rarely cooked complicated because of his busyness. He began to learn to cook at the age of nine to relieve Haris' homework that had to divide time between bone slamming and nourishing him.
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Xiao Jun reads a profile of a female artist nominated to be the star of a health product ad that she will launch as a new business breaker. The face of the famous artist is considered too mature even though
he's only two heads. He has also been trusted to star in famous products with fantastic pay. But I don't know why Xiao Jun feels less regal with her.
“This artist cost hundreds of millions to star in my ad, but still ask for stuntman in fight?”
“He does not want to risk injury Mr.” Lau revealed according to the information he received from the management of the artist.
“And we have to pay the role of replacement again?” Xiao Jun was getting less and less interested. The proposal was closed and thrown on his desk.
“True Sir. It also according to the request from its management.”
“Bermodal fame then can ask for privilege. What's so great? I'm not interested in him. Let's find another one, don't use this management as well as he is. Find a suitable newcomer
and can do kung fu scenes without a surrogate role. I'm more willing to pay him the equivalent of a famous artist.”
Xiao Jun turned his chair back to Lau. His gaze stared at the cloudless sky from his office window in the 25th floor tower. Lau immediately withdrew after accepting the new task, leaving Xiao Jun alone amidst mixed thoughts.
I'm sure you're still alive, Dad.
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Weini walks gontai open the fence padlock of the house. It felt like he had no more face to face with Haris. The clock on his sceensaver phone showed ten o'clock at night, three hours late than he promised.
The front door opened when Weini was about to enter the key. Haris appeared with a friendly smile, really beyond the expectation that Weini who already felt would be scolded all out. This is the first time he came home this late – by himself – working reasons.
“Pak Haris, sorry I..”.
“Ssssttt... fast entry, not good long standing in front of door.”.
The dining room was still bright even though the lights in the living room had been extinguished. Haris encodes Weini to go straight to the bright light.
“You've had dinner? I'm still waiting for you to eat together.” Haris flips the plate laid out upside down before use. The gesture of her hand allowed Weini to sit down.
Although somewhat nervous from not getting used to this atmosphere, Weini followed Haris' instructions. “I haven't eaten anything since I finished work. Sorry I'm so late, the traffic jams and the shooting that was done mishandling made me break my promise.”
“Then you must fulfill your promise now. Let's eat!” Haris opens a hood of food that hides his special cuisine. A large plate of seafood capcay, a plate of longevity noodles, and some boiled eggs
red in front of Weini.
“Happy birthday.”
Weini was moved, her eyes began to look at all the sincerity of Haris on her birthday. Apparently there are still people who always remember his birthday, and this year is very memorable for Weini. He was finally seventeen years old.
“Pak Haris. Thank you.”
Weini clenched both of her hands in front of her chest, a form of reverence for the older person.
“Finally you start growing up. Remember to always take care of yourself and avoid promiscuity that is not good.” Haris did not forget to give advice. Although Weini came home late, she would not scold him for today. There is only pleasure, happiness on a special day. But he does not guarantee it will be as patient if it happens at a later time.
*Thank you for this affection. I will never forget your goodwill. And to myself,*Happy birthday to me!
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