
I'm sorry if my previous words made so many people angry. I have no intention of demonizing Losing You. I just don't want to deal with WJ anymore. Fearing that if there is anything in this film later I will be fined again by their side.
“Kee, hold me, hold.” I thrust my hand at Keegan so that he would hold me back from writing DM to Tony Lesmana who had been arrogant and making it up. But Keegan didn't hold me back, she instead held back a smile that unfortunately looked very handsome.
“Why are you smiling?” I hide my shame. And Keegan the two-door refrigerator man no longer hid his smile.
“I'm just amused squirming mom can still joke now. Mom looks funny.”
Mouth gaping. I wanted to answer his words, but I didn't know what to say. I want to say something again, but again I don't know what. Until my gig feels dry I just gap stupidly in front of a guy who says I'm funny.
Oh, my God, I told you, the guy who said I was funny.
I consider Keegan a guy. And I baper with his words. Fix, something's wrong here.
I hurriedly shut my mouth. “I no longer laugh, Kee, I ask you to hold me so as not to send bad things to Tony Lesmana.”
“Mom don't have to admit that. Because I'm sure many netizens are willing to do that. You don't have to dirty your own hands. Just leave him alone. Because of that mouth he can self-destruct without us doing anything.”
I covered my mouth with my palm. Keegan and her savage words. For some reason since then he continues to be relaxed, wise, to make me feel embarrassed because he has acted like a child. I have continued since
who are carried by their own emotions.
“You were right,” I said finally. Then like Keegan's words earlier, netizens flocked back to attack Tony Lesmana's Instagram. The top feed on her Instagram is getting full of blasphemy.
The longer the person plays the more victim.
Oh Allah. Baperan really be a person. Talk a little about fines. Everywhere if you want to get out before the contract expires instead of being fined. I don't think anyone should be told to pay a fine.
I think all this time the WJ side hates me, but this one man really caper ya.
I no longer smile at the netizen's blasphemy for Tony Lesmana. I don't know, long reading the blasphemy makes me a little concerned about him. Just a little yes. Maybe this is proof that I still have a conscience. But yes my hatred for him is still more.
“Mother looks sad,” Keegan said.
I immediately flinched. “Sad why? Why am I sad? I'm not sad at all."
Keegan's face looked unhappy. “Yes, however you used to be friends.”
I didn't respond to Keegan's words. My head tried to trace the memory of Tony Lesmana even deeper. A memory where he and I were still close friends. But I found nothing.
I know we were good friends. But a single memory of those memories did not appear.
I was so curious how close we were. Is there anything that makes Catherine unable to forget Tony Lesmana even though the man has been very bad to her. Because it's impossible for Catherine to act this stupid for no good reason.
***
“Bu Catherine,” call a man. The sound came from behind me. I immediately turned around and saw Mr. Darma walking towards me.
“Oh, Mr Darma! Want to have lunch again, sir?” ask pleasantries. I don't know why I remember Mr. Tino. We met at lunchtime too.
“Iya. I also want lunch.” Please don't take me to lunch together. I don't want to eat with anyone. “What if we eat together.”
I'm ready to say something but he first took a hold, “Pas really met here. I actually wanted to see Mom. Lately our film has become very famous.” She laughs. A little splashy and carefree. I don't want me to do the same.
I ended up having lunch with Mr. Darma, who is the producer of the movie that we will be working on.
“Monday the script is finished,” said Mr. Darma without asking. He smiled very brightly. “I know this is not my portion to apologize, but I still want to apologize to Mother.”
If you know not the portion he made to apologize continue to do what he said. Honestly, because of all the annoying people I've met so far, I don't have a good impression on everyone I just met.
“While it is clear that Mother and Tony are not well connected, but this problem actually occurs. But we will make sure there are no more problems for the next.” Then the bright face of the man turned irritated. “I have had no problems before with Tony Lesmana. But looking at it from this incident I am so grateful we do not use it as the main cast.”
I nodded in response to his words. “Yes, I hope this kind of event doesn't happen again. It's just a trivial matter, but it makes me very uncomfortable. I'm waiting for good news from you guys, and I hope as you said earlier, there will be no problems like this anymore.”
“We will work on it.”
I'm quite happy because he didn't mention “I'll work on it” but “we'll work on it.
Furthermore, the smiling Mr. Darma spilled his frustration about Tony Lesmana. I can't believe his mouth's limp.
“But not as famous as Edy Raharjo alone is as arrogant as that,” he said calling the proud actor of this country who has been working to get to Hollywood. “If I have to choose I prefer Wisnu Prakarsa who is the main actor.”
I was just responding to the man's chatter.
***
“What else should I do today Kee?" I asked Keegan as soon as we entered the WJ Entertainment building.
“Three hours later you have a meeting with Mr. Prayitno. Next afternoon later—“
“Wait, wait,” cut me on Keegan's remark.
“What's up, Mom?” I didn't answer Keegan's question. Because my eyes are now focused on the extraordinary figure who just stepped out of the elevator. My eyes narrowed and suddenly my heart was pounding.
“Yes God, Kee, who's that guy?” my number's almost suffocating. “Is there such a handsome employee here.”
The handsome man I called walked towards us. As we got closer, he smiled at me. “Good day, Bu.”
And I'm floating. He knows me!
“Who is Kee?” ask again.
“She Vishnu Prakarsa, Mom. Aji Vishnu Prakarsa.”
***
Sincerely,
Dark Peppermint