The Father Boy
ALA156'S CHAT. Influencer marketing
"Why should it be in a quiet place to eat?" I hesitated to arrive at the corner-most restaurant in this huge supermarket.
"It's okay, I'm sure the food is no less delicious." He smiled as I glanced at him.
True, the food is not bad either. Only, the marketing is not good. Plus, some of the menus are pretty weird in my opinion. Like sweet sour shrimp noodles, I've been eating this seafood noodle for ages. There really is a sense of the air, even though there is no air.
Strange in my opinion.
"Bang, save my number." Mala thrust her phone at me.
I guess I was busy copying his phone number. When I looked back at him and gave him the phone, I was shocked that smoke was billowing out of his mouth.
He smokes? In a public place? It is worth asking for a quiet place to eat, even the one sitting on the balcony of this place to eat is just the two of us. There are three tables on this balcony, with four chairs on each table. Balcony, I don't know what? Indeed the concept felt outside the open second floor.
"I'm sorry, don't ilfeel." He smiled at me.
"Not really." I took my cigarette out of my jacket pocket.
"This is it, Bang." He handed me his cigarette pack.
"I don't wear that." I lifted my cigarette pack.
"Enak is the same, Bang. There's a taste to it." He uses an esse change double cigarette.
"Is she?" I never change cigarettes, I always wear only mild shampoo.
"Yes, the price is the same. Try it." She smiled sweetly.
I became curious.
"Piloted, Bang. There's yellow too blue tuh, there's two flavors." It shows the filter area.
The village seems to be me.
"okay." I just follow it.
Amused myself, because there really is a taste. It's so unique, I just found out.
"Where did you say brother?" He watched his cigarette.
"Either way, the same is possible. It's just small, isn't it?" Quickly run out of the obvious.
"Yes that's it. Well, wash your mouth for diet." He chuckles small.
"Is it so fat?" I know there are some women who eat a little, but a big influence on his body.
"Simple fat, easy skinny. Is he still in college?"
It was so fun watching him smoke. Damage, if you see women smoking. Either Flowers, whether Mala, they have their own charm when smoking.
"Sir, graduation last year. You alone?" I don't mean to express my interest and my wish to know about him. But it just wants to be considered that I'm a social person, who is nice to chat with.
"Just this year's graduation, keep telling me to come with you." He smiled bitterly.
Broken home and he's with his dad?
"Dad take me from mom." Mala smiled bitterly.
"Why are you getting sent home now?" I hope my question doesn't touch him.
He smiled widely. "I honestly want a story, but I'm afraid you're afraid to be friends. Actually, I just want to be friends. Need playmates, confiding friends and hanging out friends. I felt the way you look different, when I know you're inviting your sister to hang out until midnight."
The thing is, my sister is a flower. If alim and stay halal models, maybe I wouldn't dare to take him to futsal so often. Because almost every Sunday night he attended, even though he only played mobile phones and snacks.
"If you're still afraid of stories, I don't mean you to much about yourself. Alright, we're good friends." I returned his big smile.
I can't force someone to trust me to know everything about him.
"OK if that's it. I'm sorry too, aren't I?" He lit another cigarette, because it was gone.
"Sorry for what else?" tanyaku later.
I feel even because he often apologizes, it's like mbok Ipeh only.
"Next you know too. What kind of activity is my brother? Is there a child?" Her smile is so sweet.
I'm quick to bewitched, if that's the way it is.
"I garden, I'm busy in the fields every day. I have no children. What are you busy yourself? What activities or jobs?" I smiled bitterly, my tongue stiffened to tell me why I was a widower.
More painful than an ex-wife remarried like him. Because no matter how much I miss Izza, I still remember her bloody smile. Likely, he bit his lips because he could not withstand the pain. But that made another impression on me. Open up before that, he smiled at me a lot.
"I'm influencer marketing, active since the age of seventeen on social media. I have DJ too, but a year ago it stopped, because the focus is to finish education."
DJ is synonymous with the night world. The night world is not only bad people, because people looking for entertainment are there. But people who have promiscuity, are usually at night clubs.
"Influencers?" I squinted my eyes.
"Yes, sort of endorse. My socmed followers are pretty decent, probably because I'm a DJ." He said slowly.
"the influencer, a person or figure in social media who has a large or significant number of followers. The things they convey can affect the behavior of their followers, from product reviews or brands that we wear to take pictures. Simply put, influencers have the leverage for their followers to do something. That is why, in strengthening marketing and promotion using digital media, using the services of an influencer is one of the strategies. That, Bang. Especially cosmetics and clothing. If it's food, I think less. Except where to eat, that's too." He breathed his cigarette smoke.
"Yes, yeah. Endorse huh? Know me. I'm less active on the sosmed, the last time that date was a marriage contract." I straightened my back and sipped a little of my remaining drink.
"There are successful people that way. But I'll tell you, Bang? Personal branding is important, especially influential people. I help you up, let's follow her. Let your business be known, marketing is easy and certainly there will be women who want to be too." He chuckles amusedly.
"I don't have any marriage intentions yet anyway, I don't have any obvious assets." I flicked my shoulders and chuckled small.
"Understood, understood. The trauma must have been there anyway, let alone me from such a broken family." That smile makes me sad.
"Failure, but not because of experience. More to…. The time is not right yet. I'm still two-three, so young, right?" I laughed crisply.
"Yep, contentment of youth. Because if we have committed it, it is no longer the time to hang out with friends or vacation with a team. Try calling my number, let your number come in." He lifted his phone and showed me the screen.
"okay." He was also excited to talk.
Not crisp, not excessive and do not make ilfeel because there is no more apology. Perhaps, I am the kind of man who is easily attracted to someone. Though he said, he was just looking for a friend. But after a few meetings, I now look at him another.
Like, I'm starting……