The Singers
002. Reunite

The view of Bvlgari Resort Bali this morning is indeed amazing. Alkan was talking with his friend and some colleagues who often become partners in the business. This soothing morning was even marred by the topic of political chatter.

Alkan Pramaga is a businessman and doctor who has several hospitals in several cities. His hobby is to buy stocks so that his wealth will never run out. The 31-year-old man whose hobby is also meeting and meeting somersaults out of the country. If said his beloved mother anyway, his house he was at the airport so often round back. Some hospitals are the legacy of the late Papah Alkan while Alkan from High School has been given benefits from the results of the hospital and he used to buy some shares in several companies.

Alkan took S1 Kyoto University majoring in Medical Science and then took a re-study program at Yale University majoring in Data Analytics & Technology. Makes her a dream daughter-in-law of socialite mothers, her parents' friends.

"I heard that Tama is working with the PKJ party owner?" Said Mr. Adrian a owner of a shoe factory that has spread several branches. Mr. Tama is the owner of a private TV station.

"Yes, understand it soon. Surely the parties are desperately seeking support." Replied Mr. Jardi, the owner of the property that is always purchased by people who already own the house. The chatter was interspersed with laughter that was not actually funny. If you want to see the cuteness maybe more watch Rangga, his friend has the talent of comedians.

"Who do you support this year?" Ask Mr. Adrian.

"Ah I haven't researched the latest parties, sir. So there's nothing I can choose right now."

"You're this. Don't research everyone to find out. Just support your Om Party. You're relatives." Om is indeed a politician, but Alkan does not like it, because several times often do dirty actions.

"Don't dong om. Mending supports my father. Alkan must also support my papah." Everyone at this table is laughing, blowing up a politician's son here, too. Tara's name. His father had twice served almost as president but failed.

Alkan chuckled, then his eyes unintentionally caught sight of the strange girl he had met yesterday. He was following the woman he saw yesterday from the car. The woman in front snarled, not stopping to talk while the girl behind him was just a beard-wringing her head. His hand held a small child about 5 years old. Laughing at the sight of the girl being bearded.

The two women and the little boy approached making the speech quite audible to Alkan's ears.

"Just don't want to yes, yesterday's incident to reset. Mbak ngizinin you go for a walk but must be managed Rania. You know you're walking alone is dangerous, Mi." His words paused because he pushed the chair to be occupied and then spoke again, "If until yesterday's incident to repeat, Mbak will stop your debit card. Ami, you have to be careful and obedient, said Mbak, you are now the responsibility of Mbak. So please you should be able to arrange. Ami you are horrified said Mbak no?"

The girl called Ami who was joking with a small child then looked at her mother. "Yes, queen's kanjeng." His hands fused and then lifted in front of his face and looked down together with his face as if worshiping.

The little boy again laughed looking at the level of the girl. His mother stared sinisterly and then fed the food into her mouth. Amira chuckled softly and took her spoon to prepare for a meal.

"Liatin is normal, right. It's a really pretty girl. He's a singer, right?"

"Huh?" Alkan's gaze instantly severed and looked at his friend. "He who?"

"That artist. The famous one. Your time doesn't know? Like you the same him? I'll know if you want that too." Tara said while drinking her coffee.

"Where the hell is it, Tar?" Ask Mr. Jardi.

"That's the guy in the yellow dress." Answer Tara.

Mr. Jardi nodded. "Oh that's him tonight as a guest star."

"On the show Mr Brata?"

"Yes,"

Oh it turns out he's an artist, it's worth it yesterday he was chased because of the road alone. Think Alkan.

"I don't like to be too sluggish mbak make up especially if it's weird." The girl displayed her frown.

"It's okay anyway. Let your look look fresh."

Amira rolled her eyeballs, irritated. Fresh fresh thought he was freshcare what? Accidentally looking to the right, Amira was surprised because there was a man who helped her yesterday. Amira immediately arranged the mimic of his face ordinary. And smiled at the man. But instead of a smile, the man threw his face in the other direction. Very arrogant indeed.

That night decorated the decor of what event huh? Ami herself forgot this what event she was attending anyway? The aura is blue as the background of this event.

His appearance was quite fond of making cheers from some guests who came. Ami performed her 2 most recent songs.

After displaying her appearance Ami stepped her feet in search of a place to sit. The high heels almond toe was tapping on the floor with his footsteps. The knee-length dress from Dior was wrapped around her body.

It feels like Ami just wants to go home because he does not know any humans who are here. Although there are some artists but Ami is a human introvert social anri. He was looking at his head somewhere. Until someone offered him a drink.

"Sister Amira huh? There was a drink he said to Sister." The waiter held out a glass filled with purple-colored drinks. Don't know what. Maybe wine?

Amira took the drink and smiled in gratitude. This awkward feeling made Amira thirsty. Inevitably Amira sipped the drink. Does it taste good like wine?

"Amira!" Someone called out to him from behind as Ami twisted his body. A beautiful woman greeted him. "Hi! Know me Sesil. Your look is so cool." Oh Amira remembers who she is. He's the artist who just released the film yesterday. Makes the entire cinema splash because of the visuals of the players.

Ami immediately took the hand office. "Oh hi! Thank you, brother?"

The beautiful woman in front of him was laughing sweetly until it felt like Ami herself was about to faint to see him. "Eh, just relax. Don't call me brother, gapapa kok."

"OK," replied Ami with a small smile. It really feels awkawrd.

"Oiya, would you like to join us in sitting there? with the others yuk? I know each other, too." Sesil showed me where he was sitting. There were other artists talking while laughing.

Amira had just wanted to agree to the invitation but it felt suddenly the heat felt the heat radiating throughout her body. It felt sultry to make cold sweat start popping up. "Sorry rich I want to go to the toilet first."

Ami could see the look of confusion from Sesil's face. "Oh okay, gapapa. Will you come later, huh?"

Ami just nodded her head and walked hastily to the toilet. Oh, my God, it doesn't taste so good. Ami started to shed her tears. Ami felt a bad feeling in her feminine area. Until Ami crouched in front of the toilet could not walk anymore. Ami bowed his head it felt dizzy because of the rage, it felt like Ami wanted to open all his clothes.

Ami looked at the black shoes in front of her. Stand in front of Ami. "What are you doing here?"

Ami immediately raised his head. His head was buzzing. Ami's eyes stared at the man's lips before her. God, why does it feel like Ami wants to kiss her anyway? Ami immediately covered her face with her palm and cried.

The man was suddenly made to panic because he saw Ami like that. "Eh hey, why? Please don't cry later if anyone sees people can be mistaken." The man followed the squat in front of Ami. His hand touched Ami's plain shoulder. Make Ami's skin bristles instantly. It felt like Ami wanted to pull the man's hand to touch deeper into his body.

"Look stand us up to my car. Let me help you." Ami has not answered the man's question but complied with his orders to follow in the direction of the car park.

Ami looked at this man beside her. His hands hugged Ami's shoulders as if afraid Ami would fall suddenly. Ami knew the man, the man who helped her yesterday as well. Will this man help her today?